The Window
A/N: This story is an implied Ginny/Remus fic, though it could work with almost anyone. No spoliers meant. I wrote this before the 7th book hit the shelves.
She stood at the window, looking out into the snow that fell around her small home. Cool and sweet, she could almost taste the falling droplets of frozen water that touched each other so gracefully. It was as if through their cold, there was warmth, a feeling of unity. She frowned, pushing her long red hair from her face, as she looked out to the lawn.
The swing still sat there, broken and old. It splinted years before, warping into abstract pieces of wood and nail and yet, she couldn't give it away. The memories of the swing caused her rich brown eyes to water. They would never freeze, she thought as she stared a moment more. They would never freeze to unite with the other snow. Always they would be alone.
Another tear fell from her eye as she turned her gaze toward the tree, the old tree, branching off toward the sun at an obscure angle. A smile turned on her face, a small one, one that didn't last. Memories were here as well, she though, her eyes scanning each and every branch that jutted out from under the freshly fallen snow. Every branch held a memory, some stronger, more painful than others.
She shook her head, the sadness overwhelming her small body. Crossing her arms over her chest, she gazed at the room in which she stood, her body flushed. Eyes closed slowly, drifting away, down a memory that shouldn't have ever come up and when they opened again, she realized, she was not alone.
People milled slowly, looking this way and that, an unease tranquilizing the crowd. Even the wild ones, those who pulled pranks, and those who fought-they were silent too. Dressing was formal, suits and ties, dresses, long, black dresses. The tears were there, sobs from the strong, wails from those weaker. They didn't belong here, she thought. The blacks and blues clashed with the pale yellows and oranges that accented the room.
She heard a voice from somewhere in the distance, but she didn't respond. Too much had happened. "I can't stay here anymore," she said aloud, mainly to herself, but the volume had been loud. Everyone turned to look. She didn't care anymore, but ran. Through the door she raced, her heart pounding through her ears.
She had to get away.
From the memories.
Of him.
Her one true Love.