How Can You Forget...
Summary: Harry is in love with Ginny and that was all that mattered. Now that someone close to Harry has died, taking along his trust and happiness, things will "never be the same." A tragic event causes the world to lose their only hope against evil. Love, and it's ever present companion, angst, take it's toll and present Harry with trials and important choices. There's only one problem...he's doesn't remember a thing. Love. Betrayal. Hatred. Lust.
Author's Note: This is not a Harry/Ginny. If you have suggestions and/or questions I will answer them and use your ideas as much as I can. I need help. Plus, if anyone can beta... reply to the story and leave me a message. Thank you.
Chapter 1-I Cannot Feel
She gazed into his emerald eyes and squeezed held his hand. "Harry, love, I will always be here for you. Don't be afraid to...show...your emotions. Uh...I know this is painful," Ginny Weasley wiped a glistening tear from her eye, "but be strong. The world needs you, you can't back into yourself and leave them." Harry Potter stood and let his hands drop. Ginny was pulled forward by his sudden movements and slid across the stone floor. "Look at me Ginny," he whispered. She stood and covered the distance back to him. "I am, love," she placed a pale, freckled hand on his face.
"No!" he pushed her hand away. "No! Really look at me," Harry's voice rose in unmistakeable anguish. "I'm a mess and it's only been two days!"
"That's expecte..."
"Not of me. I'm supposed to pull myself together and forget, just for the sake of everyone else. I can't mourn. I can't cry. I can't be sad. I have to go out there and face all of those pitying glances and hushed whispers." Anger flooded his eyes and contorted his face. His face: so old, so worn. He'd seen too many things, horrible things, that no no one his age...that no one should ever see. Innocent; once upon a time, and that's still a maybe. Ginny sighed, "You're human Harry, yes, everyone knows. But you have a reputation to live up to. People expect certain things of y..."
"Damn my reputation and what people expect! Sirius is dead! He's dead! And it's all my fault. I told him to come... We had Pettigrew... I just didn't know Voldemort would be there, at Hogsmede, to finish them both off. Take care of bussiness is what I believe he wrote." Harry pointed to a folded piece of parchment near them, on a small mahogany table. He's surrounded himself in black. How ironic. He'd just gotten to know his Godfather over the summer... He'd trusted and loved, and had it stolen from him with a few words.
"Deep in thought, Ginny? Whatever about?" His bitter tone wrenched Ginny back to reality.
"Don't, Harry, I don't need you to take your issues out on me. I get that enough with my family."
Harry's physique stiffened at the thought of Ron. Ron and Hermione. Hermione.
"Ginny...," he spread his arms and leant forward, embracing her shaking body.
"It's hard on me too, Harry. I love and care for you."
"Of course...love."
Ginny's hand traveled to his cloak pocket and fingered the velevet box inside. She hadn't realized what she was touching until it slipped open, revealing to her fingers the cold band of a ring. She gasped and tightened her grip on Harry's neck, hiding a faint smile on his shoulder.
Nothing seemed perfect. Nothing seemed right. There was no happiness. There was only the rising sun through the bedroom window.
Summary: Harry is in love with Ginny and that was all that mattered. Now that someone close to Harry has died, taking along his trust and happiness, things will "never be the same." A tragic event causes the world to lose their only hope against evil. Love, and it's ever present companion, angst, take it's toll and present Harry with trials and important choices. There's only one problem...he's doesn't remember a thing. Love. Betrayal. Hatred. Lust.
Author's Note: This is not a Harry/Ginny. If you have suggestions and/or questions I will answer them and use your ideas as much as I can. I need help. Plus, if anyone can beta... reply to the story and leave me a message. Thank you.
Chapter 1-I Cannot Feel
She gazed into his emerald eyes and squeezed held his hand. "Harry, love, I will always be here for you. Don't be afraid to...show...your emotions. Uh...I know this is painful," Ginny Weasley wiped a glistening tear from her eye, "but be strong. The world needs you, you can't back into yourself and leave them." Harry Potter stood and let his hands drop. Ginny was pulled forward by his sudden movements and slid across the stone floor. "Look at me Ginny," he whispered. She stood and covered the distance back to him. "I am, love," she placed a pale, freckled hand on his face.
"No!" he pushed her hand away. "No! Really look at me," Harry's voice rose in unmistakeable anguish. "I'm a mess and it's only been two days!"
"That's expecte..."
"Not of me. I'm supposed to pull myself together and forget, just for the sake of everyone else. I can't mourn. I can't cry. I can't be sad. I have to go out there and face all of those pitying glances and hushed whispers." Anger flooded his eyes and contorted his face. His face: so old, so worn. He'd seen too many things, horrible things, that no no one his age...that no one should ever see. Innocent; once upon a time, and that's still a maybe. Ginny sighed, "You're human Harry, yes, everyone knows. But you have a reputation to live up to. People expect certain things of y..."
"Damn my reputation and what people expect! Sirius is dead! He's dead! And it's all my fault. I told him to come... We had Pettigrew... I just didn't know Voldemort would be there, at Hogsmede, to finish them both off. Take care of bussiness is what I believe he wrote." Harry pointed to a folded piece of parchment near them, on a small mahogany table. He's surrounded himself in black. How ironic. He'd just gotten to know his Godfather over the summer... He'd trusted and loved, and had it stolen from him with a few words.
"Deep in thought, Ginny? Whatever about?" His bitter tone wrenched Ginny back to reality.
"Don't, Harry, I don't need you to take your issues out on me. I get that enough with my family."
Harry's physique stiffened at the thought of Ron. Ron and Hermione. Hermione.
"Ginny...," he spread his arms and leant forward, embracing her shaking body.
"It's hard on me too, Harry. I love and care for you."
"Of course...love."
Ginny's hand traveled to his cloak pocket and fingered the velevet box inside. She hadn't realized what she was touching until it slipped open, revealing to her fingers the cold band of a ring. She gasped and tightened her grip on Harry's neck, hiding a faint smile on his shoulder.
Nothing seemed perfect. Nothing seemed right. There was no happiness. There was only the rising sun through the bedroom window.