Title: Tears, Sobs, and Dreams
A/N: I listened to sad music and wrote this. Tell me what you think! In a review! Please?
Ginny sat up in bed. She couldn't sleep. She stood and moved over to the darkened window, staring out at the forbidden forest. It was a cold January night, occasional clouds blotting out the light of the moon. She breathed deeply, trying not to think. It was impossible. Try as she might, she could not block out thoughts of him. He was out there, somewhere. She wished she knew where, wished he could contact her somehow. She wished she knew if he was alive. She blinked back tears. She had to be strong. He wanted her to be strong. Harry wouldn't want her to cry for him.
Harry never got what he wanted. She let the tears fall, but wouldn't let herself cry out. Her throat constricted. She could practically see his face in front of her, wiping her tears away, holding her close. She couldn't help it. A sob escaped her, breaking the silence of the night. She pressed her hand against her mouth, trying to hold in everything; the sorrow, the grief, the anguished uncertainty. She ran from the room as quietly as she could. Outside the dorm she stopped and sat down on the stair case. More sobs escaped as she thought of Harry, outside somewhere, cold, afraid, hunted, lost, carrying out some dreadful mission. She broke down completely. She was supposed to be the strong one, but she couldn't be, not now. Harry, Luna, Hermione, Ron, all missing. And Fred and George were off in Diagon Alley, and Mum and Dad were all alone at home. Her family, her friends, broken up, separated. And she was the only one left at Hogwarts, where things were so wrong. The Carrows, Snape, the Slytherins being treated like royalty over the Gryffindors; everything was so wrong. The only things left of Hogwarts were the DA and Neville.
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. She couldn't collapse. They needed her. The DA needed her. Harry, Ron and Hermione needed her. She couldn't break down. She let the sobs die away slowly. She would sleep, and if she was lucky, she could dream of Harry. And maybe, somewhere, he would dream of her too.