It was dark in the Gryffindor common room, just a little light from the
fire. Everyone had long since gone to bed everyone but, the waifish
redheaded girl.
Ginny sat, knees pulled to her chest, glowering at the fire. A dark haired boy with a lightening bolt scar on his forehead was curled up, head by Ginny's feet, sleeping soundly. Harry Potter.
She loved the boy very much, as he loved her the same. Ginny ran her small fingers through his black hair, as if touching him to make sure he was real. He stirred a bit, tilting his head to look up at the girl.
"Gin, why are you still awake? Please lay down here with me, you look so tired." He pleaded with her. She was tired, yes, the dark circles under her eyes proved that. But sleep alluded Ginny, like rainbows to small children. Nightmares plagued her sleep, the same images haunting her waking hours as well. There would be no sleep for Ginny; she couldn't bring herself to that torture.
Tom Marvolo Riddle clouded her every thought, her every action. She was only eleven when he took her tortured her soul, overtaking her with ease. Now fifteen, a young woman, Tom Riddle still had a firm grip on her mind, on her soul.
Ginny merely shook her head. Harry sat up, placing his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. She didn't talk to anyone about why she doesn't sleep. Hermione had told him and Ron that some nights, the terrible nights when sleep overcomes Ginny. She says the small red haired girl cries out, begging him to kill her. Ginny begs him to stop, to let her alone, stop hurting her.
Curling up in his lap, wrapping her small arms around his waist, she sobs into his chest. She begs Harry to make Tom stop, she tells him he hurts her. She gushes on and on about the horrid things Tom Riddle did to her. She tells Harry things that make his blood boil, things that make him want to vow to rid the world of Lord Voldemort forever.
Her tears subside as Harry cradles her close. He whispers in her ear that he loves her, that he will protect her. Slowly, silently, she drifts to sleep in his arms. He can't bear to let her go; he wants to her sleep in peace. He wants to protect her, to save her.
Ginny sat, knees pulled to her chest, glowering at the fire. A dark haired boy with a lightening bolt scar on his forehead was curled up, head by Ginny's feet, sleeping soundly. Harry Potter.
She loved the boy very much, as he loved her the same. Ginny ran her small fingers through his black hair, as if touching him to make sure he was real. He stirred a bit, tilting his head to look up at the girl.
"Gin, why are you still awake? Please lay down here with me, you look so tired." He pleaded with her. She was tired, yes, the dark circles under her eyes proved that. But sleep alluded Ginny, like rainbows to small children. Nightmares plagued her sleep, the same images haunting her waking hours as well. There would be no sleep for Ginny; she couldn't bring herself to that torture.
Tom Marvolo Riddle clouded her every thought, her every action. She was only eleven when he took her tortured her soul, overtaking her with ease. Now fifteen, a young woman, Tom Riddle still had a firm grip on her mind, on her soul.
Ginny merely shook her head. Harry sat up, placing his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. She didn't talk to anyone about why she doesn't sleep. Hermione had told him and Ron that some nights, the terrible nights when sleep overcomes Ginny. She says the small red haired girl cries out, begging him to kill her. Ginny begs him to stop, to let her alone, stop hurting her.
Curling up in his lap, wrapping her small arms around his waist, she sobs into his chest. She begs Harry to make Tom stop, she tells him he hurts her. She gushes on and on about the horrid things Tom Riddle did to her. She tells Harry things that make his blood boil, things that make him want to vow to rid the world of Lord Voldemort forever.
Her tears subside as Harry cradles her close. He whispers in her ear that he loves her, that he will protect her. Slowly, silently, she drifts to sleep in his arms. He can't bear to let her go; he wants to her sleep in peace. He wants to protect her, to save her.