Note: I needed to write something, and this kinda came to mind. The strange thing is that I'm not Depressed, at all. So this angst story is kinda strange at this moment.
Summery: Harry's seventh year. Ginny and Harry have been together for almost two years. But now Harry lays almost dead, after his final battle with Voldermont. The Dark Lord is gone, but Harry only barely survived. Ginny runs to his bedside to say goodbye. But is it goodbye?
Might write more to this... might.
Songfic: "Fly" by Jars of clay
:Tissuse Warning:
'Fly'
By M.C Doyle
Ginny tore through the room, her long white nightgown streaming behind her. Hermoine was running behind her trying to grab onto her friend, to try to hold her back, but the firey red-head wouldn't be stopped.
Ginny jumped over piles of cloth and around wizards who were caring for the victims of the last war. Hermoine tripped over someone's foot and sprawled onto the floor.
"Ginny! Stop!" she called, trying to stand. Ginny didn't stop, she ran harder, her bare feet scuffing along the floor. She barged into the next room, and stopped short.
Her breath was caught in her throat as she looked down at the body in the bed before her. It was Harry, but not the one she knew. He was deathly pale, and his breath so shallow, Ginny could hardly be sure he was alive.
"Is he dead?" she breathed. Dumbledore, standing at the foot of the bed shook his head, and spoke without looking at her.
"No. He still lives... but they say he might be blind." Dumbledore now raised his sad blue eyes to Ginny's brown ones, "You wish to have a moment alone?"
Ginny nodded dumbly, and Dumbledore walked sliently taking Hermoine from the doorway where she had come to.
Ginny took a step toward to the bed, and looked at him for a few silent moments before falling to her knees beside the bed with a muffled sob.
"Ginny?" Harry croaked, and sat up a bit. Harry stared ahead as if he couldn't see her, Ginny doubted he could. His hand reached out for her hand and she grabbed it. He grinned for a moment, then stopped.
"Don't shake..." he breathed.
Ginny whispered back, "I can't help it. I'm scared."
Harry turned his head, his now unseeing green eyes looking past her. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Don't be."
"How can't I Harry? Y-your..." She stopped
"Dieing?" He nodded, turning his head back and taking a shaky breath.
"I know." He pulled her up onto the bed and she lay down next to him, crying softly. He wrapped his arm around her.
Let your hand melt into mine
The part of me
That breathes when you breathe
Is losing time
"Harry?" Ginny whispered.
"Yes, Gin?" His reply came back.
"I don't want to say goodbye."
Harry was choked up for a moment, but tightened his grip around her waist.
"Then don't say goodbye."
I can't find the words to say
I'll never say goodbye
Ron came bellowing through the sick rooms, before Hermoine grabbed him and swung him around.
"Where's Harry!?" Ron yelled and Hermoine slapped him. Ron stared at her with wide eyes until she put a finger to her lips and pointed into the next room.
Rom looked inside and he saw his baby sister laying in his best friend's arms. He swallowed once and looked at Hermoine who had tears rolling down her cheeks. Ron sighed and hugged Hermoine close.
And I'll fly with you
Through the night so you know
I'm not letting go
I'm not letting go
Harry's hold on Ginny lessened and her eyes snapped open in fear. Thunder rolling outside the open window.
"Harry!" she called out sitting up. Harry awoke and reached out to her in fear as well. She could hear the pain in his voice.
"What? What's wrong?" He rasped. Ginny touched his hands and he calmed down.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered. Harry smiled weakly, and drew her close again, tears comming from his eyes.
"I won't let go."
Tears like rain fill up the sky
Oh my love
I'm not letting go
I won't let you go
Ginny's eyes kept open, as they lay there. She watched the rain, listening to Harry's ragged breath. It calmed down after a few moments, and his hold around her waist tighten.
Lighting flashed, making Ginny blink and then close her eyes for a moment.
"I won't let go, Harry."
I saw a host of silent angels
Waiting on their own
Knowing that all the promises
Of faith come alive
When you see home
Ginny felt Harry chuckle, and hug her close.
"Don't shake so." he whispered, his voice fading as he did.
Hold still and let your
Hand melt into mine
Ginny held his hand tighter, and sighed.
"I'll try not to."
"Good. Your keeping me awake." he teased.
Shed your heart and your breath
And your pain and fly
Now your alive
Dumbledore and Luna Lovegood stood in the doorway watching the two. Luna, changed by war and the death of many of her friends, smiled at the picture of love before her.
"It'll heal him." she said softly, "Her voice and touch. The same way Hermoine will heal Ron."
Dumbledore nodded, "And you, Luna?" he asked lightly.
She smiled, "I will be healed beacuse they are."
I won't let you go
I'm not letting go