Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.
Prompts: Harry, one year after the battle of Hogwarts (tatiana13), silence (100wordstories at livejournal)
One Year
He traces 'One year' in the sand. Another country, but not another life, not one where so many of their loved ones can travel here with them. They're 'dead' and 'cold' and 'buried', and the way the sun's warming his skin so pleasantly feels like some kind of betrayal; Harry writes that next.
Ginny returns to find hundreds and hundreds of words in the sand, the words neither of them can ever quite say. She sits down beside him and gently clasps his hand, using both their fingertips to rub those unforgiving words away.
Except for the waves, there's silence.