Disclaimer: These characters belong to the magnificent J.K. Rowling, not me – as always.
Her entire frail body shook with sobs, but the rivers of tears that had been streaming down her face had long since dried up. He's dead! Dead and never coming back! Each time she thought it, the words pierced her heart like a blade. After six long years of unrequited love, he had finally noticed her, finally loved her back. And now it was all for nothing.
They hadn't even had that long together – only a few weeks of bliss punctured by the demands of her upcoming finals and his undeserved detentions. But the time they had shared had been amazing, like something out of a dream. Now all of that was gone – would never be again. No more sweet kisses by the firelight, no more whispered words as the passed each other in the corridors. He was dead and he had taken a large part of her with him. For seven years he had been her life; her every thought had revolved around him. Without him, she didn't know what to do with herself.
With great effort, Ginny picked herself up off her bed, where she had been lying the past five hours. She wiped her eyes. Somehow she would have to live on; somehow she would even learn how to smile again. It was what he would have wanted. Walking over to her window, she opened it and let the cool breeze whip her vivid red hair out of her face. Yes…somehow, someway, she would survive.
I wrote this piece two years ago on August 5, 2007, and have only made a few changes as I was typing it up this year. It's just a short little transcript of what Ginny's state of mind would have been if Harry had died. She was always my favorite character and I got to thinking of just how it would feel to wait for someone to love you back for so long only to spend a short while with him and have him die. I like to think that she would be strong enough to press on and be a great witch, carry his memory in her heart without being consumed by it. Let me know what you think of it!