Death to the Hero
By Kirjava Deamon
Finally I have a REAL fic in dedication to Alex (Meryl12)
I really change my mind to much.
I own nothing.
Once a year gone by, she closes her eyes and swallows any hate she has left. She feels nothing now, for the hero in her has died…
She walks around normally; she looks fine with that peppy-defiant mask over her face, her heart behind her sleeve. Nobody really cares either, why should they care about this shell of a girl? Why should they be bothered with someone who's so mad at the world? But then again, they don't know she's this way, and those few who do don't know why. For her hero has died, the reason is that, simply.
She's only thirteen and has given up on him—to her he's dead. He doesn't care about anything more than his friends and wallowing in his fears, his angst. His emerald eyes never smiled at her, they never gazed upon her. Her hero was dead in her eyes.
She now, at sixteen, no longer a lovesick preteen girl, and she was now lost with in the group, she had lost what was important to her. It didn't matter if she had Michael or Dean or Draco to comfort her as her memories of Tom Riddle scared her. Her hero wasn't there to save her. No light beyond the dark woods.
She, Ginevra Weasley, shook her head, the snowflakes falling from her head like a rain of fire. Her dull eyes gazed around the snow covered world, all so bleak and joyless. It was nice in a bitter way; it was good enough for her. Her coffee-colored eyes wondered from the dead forest to where the others played, seeing the snow in a different perspective. So happy, so merry is everyone, everyone but her.
She sees him standing there on the edge of the cliff that rolls until it meets the lake. Angrily she clinched her fists, gritting her teeth until they hurt and tensing her body until attack. All she ever wanted was to be his angel, he her hero. All she ever wanted was to be loved.
But her love died when he did from her eyes. No he wasn't dead to the girl who sat in front of Ginny in charms who would doodle Harry's initials in a heart around hers. No he wasn't dead to his best friend, her older brother! His emerald eyes burned into her dark ones, they never did anymore, for they couldn't meet hers now that it was Cho who was his angel, instead of her being the dark-eyed angel of his dreams. For so long sparks littered the sky of them being friends, but now he can't look at her face because he's embarrassed of Cho seeing the girl-who-acts-like-a-boy. He's embarrassed of the icy wall she put around her face, the sleeve of an old, worn, black robe over her heart. But he's the one that put it there.
…And that is how the hero died.