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Warning: This is a poem from Harry to Ginny. Here Ginny has died during the final battle and Harry misses her terribly

Whisperings of the wind

Every so often, I listen to the wind

It whispers to me

Whispers I don't quite understand

For a fraction of a second, I stop

Did I just hear your voice?

Your sweet, melodic voice that I have missed?

Yes, I have missed it so, so much

That even as I hear it now in my ears,

Feel it caress my cold, limb body

The wound in my heart deepens.

I am lost without you.

Ever since you left me,

That dull summer morning,

I knew I would never be the same again,

I knew;

I just refused to believe it.

To believe that the one thing I had left to live for

Was you

And now you're gone.

You took away my sun, my moon

My everything.

Now they are in heaven, with you

Waiting, Waiting

Waiting for me to come to you.

And I will;

Soon

Wait for me to come to you,

For I shall,

When I cease to hear your voice

Whispering at me

Disguised as the wind..

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