Ghost(one-shot)
Disclaimer: jo's characters
She walked slowly, tiredly, amid the hustle and bustle of the downtown streets. Muggles all around her, holding up umbrellas. Everybody was going purposely to their own destinations, except, maybe her.
She had been walking for hours now. Her head hung low and her brown bushy hair was wet from the tears mother earth shed. Her head slowly filled with the same thoughts over and over again. She slowly reach for her arms and weakly ran her hands up and down them, perhaps a useless attempt to warm herself.
She didn't know why she was doing this. Maybe because she was trying to get away from it all. All her problems. She wanted to give up, but she can't. She just can't. She let out a small weak laugh.
She pushed her hair back and stared into the gray sky, not blinking as tiny droplets fell into her eyes. A young businessman rammed into her, sending her sprawled on a small puddle at the middle of the busy street. People didn't even take a second look at her. They just kept away, like she was an outcast, a leper.
She didn't bother standing up again. She just sat there, exhausted. For once, grateful for the lack of attention.
She finally felt her body shudder as tears she didn't notice, flowed out of her eyes.
Harry walked through the crowd of muggles. He drifted through them easily, not losing sight of a certain bushy haired woman in front of him.
He watched as she made a feeble attempt to warm herself up, running her hands up and down her bare arms. He longed to touch her and help her warm up. But he knew better.
He watched her desperately as she walked through the muggles alone. He lunged forward and tried to catch her as a man with a suitcase rammed into her, but she only fell through his arms and to the stone street behind him. He stared ahead as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Slowly he turned around, running his hand through his hair, he clutched it at the top as he bit his lip in pain and desperation. He looked back at her sprawled form. He reached out a tentative hand and tried to place it on her shoulder. But it only went through, like the countless times he tried it before.
But he'll try and try it again until she felt it, or until she died; either way, which ever comes first. He would spend all the rest of his time beside her anyway.
He settled behind her helpless form, staring at her, his unruly jet black hair covering his faded green eyes. He couldn't give her anything. He couldn't let her know that he's still here. He couldn't comfort her.
He was just as helpless as she was.
A/N: harry is dead... clear? that's his spirit walking.
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