ONLY HOPE
DISCLAIMER: Almost all the characters in this story belong to JK Rowling. As does anything else you recognize. I own nada! (unfortunately : P)
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~*~PROLOGUE~*~
Pain. Coursing through her body like a thousand knives were being stabbed into every inch of her body.
No air. No room to breathe. This was death, and she could feel it. There was no way in hell she would ever be able to survive this. No way she would ever move again.
"Don't give in" She heard a voice call in the distance. "That's what he wants Ginny! Just don't give in"
But how could she not? All she wanted was for the pain to go away. If she gave in she would be at peace. Why was he telling her not to give in? He probably knows best.
"I love you Ginny" A deep tearful voice called, now much closer to her.
Suddenly, she didn't want to give in. Suddenly determination shot through her body. The pain was there, but she would not let it take over. She would not let it win.
A green light. A blast of light above her, the thud of a body beside her, and then,
Blackness.
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"She has to make it" She heard a familiar voice beside her. "She..she's strong. She can't lose it, not when things are getting better."
She opened her eyes, but shut them again quickly, as the bright morning sun stung her sensitive green eyes. But she had to wake up. She had to show them that she was allright. Had to make sure he was allright.
"Ron" she called, her voice croaked from lack of use. He sprung to her side, and she willed her eyes open. "Ron, Im ok, Im here" she said, a bit clearer.
He hugged her fiercely, tears coming to his eyes. He had thought she was gone. Gone like the Longbottoms were. She held tightly to him. For all his faults, he was there. He cared.
"Where is he Ron," she asked, fearing the answer, "Where is Harry" Ron looked pained for a moment. "He killed him Ginny. He used Avada Kedavra, and he just killed him. Dead" Ron muttered, suddenly looking quite strange.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to die. There was no point to her living if he was dead. "He cant be Ron. I cant live without him."
Ron looked a bit startled, obviously not anticipating such an answer. It only took him a second to figure out what she was saying. He felt stupid when he did.
"No Ginny. Harry is..well he's alive anyway. Voldemort is the one who is dead."
Ginny began to sob with relief. Of course Harry was alive. Of course.
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"Ginny, please, you're not ready. He's not ready" her bushy haired friend called, holding her hands out to block her.
"I need to see him Hermione. You wouldn't understand." Her words were cold, but nothing but truth stood behind them. She shoved the much weaker arm out of the way and pushed the door open.
He lay on the bed staring blankly at the wall across from him. He looked a mess. Wiped out, and so old. He was only nineteen years old but he looked as though he had seen more in his life than most ninety year olds had. He had seen more. He had done more.
"I thought he was going to kill you." He whispered, as she rushed to his bedside. "Ginny, I thought I was going to lose you, and I snapped."
She leaned her head on his chest and cried. Cried for the pain she could tell he was in. Cried for her friends and family who had died that day. Cried for Tom Riddle.
"It was the right thing to do Harry. He was a murderer. A cold-hearted murderer, and he deserved what he got. You did nothing wrong." She whispered, chin still on his chest as it rose gently up and down with his heavy breaths.
"I think I love you Ginny." He said suddenly as though the thought had never occurred to him before.
"I didn't know it, but when he pointed that wand at you, when you screamed out in pain, my heart stopped and I felt like someone had pulled all the air out of my lungs. I never wanted to live without you."
"I think I love you too." She whispered.
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Hermione watched from the doorway, tears brimming in her eyes. Harry looked better today, so did Ginny. They made eachother feel better, and things were going to be allright.
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ok, so heres the prologue. I know its short, and the sections are brief and sketchy, but that's how its supposed to be. They are just meant to show a moment, and to get the feel of it. Hope it worked out all right.
The other chapters will be longer and more detailed. I also shouldn't be writing this, because ive got like 3 other stories going, but ive been having writers block, and I desperately want to write something angsty. So here it is.
Reviews are a girls best friend! xoEmily
DISCLAIMER: Almost all the characters in this story belong to JK Rowling. As does anything else you recognize. I own nada! (unfortunately : P)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~PROLOGUE~*~
Pain. Coursing through her body like a thousand knives were being stabbed into every inch of her body.
No air. No room to breathe. This was death, and she could feel it. There was no way in hell she would ever be able to survive this. No way she would ever move again.
"Don't give in" She heard a voice call in the distance. "That's what he wants Ginny! Just don't give in"
But how could she not? All she wanted was for the pain to go away. If she gave in she would be at peace. Why was he telling her not to give in? He probably knows best.
"I love you Ginny" A deep tearful voice called, now much closer to her.
Suddenly, she didn't want to give in. Suddenly determination shot through her body. The pain was there, but she would not let it take over. She would not let it win.
A green light. A blast of light above her, the thud of a body beside her, and then,
Blackness.
****************************************
"She has to make it" She heard a familiar voice beside her. "She..she's strong. She can't lose it, not when things are getting better."
She opened her eyes, but shut them again quickly, as the bright morning sun stung her sensitive green eyes. But she had to wake up. She had to show them that she was allright. Had to make sure he was allright.
"Ron" she called, her voice croaked from lack of use. He sprung to her side, and she willed her eyes open. "Ron, Im ok, Im here" she said, a bit clearer.
He hugged her fiercely, tears coming to his eyes. He had thought she was gone. Gone like the Longbottoms were. She held tightly to him. For all his faults, he was there. He cared.
"Where is he Ron," she asked, fearing the answer, "Where is Harry" Ron looked pained for a moment. "He killed him Ginny. He used Avada Kedavra, and he just killed him. Dead" Ron muttered, suddenly looking quite strange.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to die. There was no point to her living if he was dead. "He cant be Ron. I cant live without him."
Ron looked a bit startled, obviously not anticipating such an answer. It only took him a second to figure out what she was saying. He felt stupid when he did.
"No Ginny. Harry is..well he's alive anyway. Voldemort is the one who is dead."
Ginny began to sob with relief. Of course Harry was alive. Of course.
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"Ginny, please, you're not ready. He's not ready" her bushy haired friend called, holding her hands out to block her.
"I need to see him Hermione. You wouldn't understand." Her words were cold, but nothing but truth stood behind them. She shoved the much weaker arm out of the way and pushed the door open.
He lay on the bed staring blankly at the wall across from him. He looked a mess. Wiped out, and so old. He was only nineteen years old but he looked as though he had seen more in his life than most ninety year olds had. He had seen more. He had done more.
"I thought he was going to kill you." He whispered, as she rushed to his bedside. "Ginny, I thought I was going to lose you, and I snapped."
She leaned her head on his chest and cried. Cried for the pain she could tell he was in. Cried for her friends and family who had died that day. Cried for Tom Riddle.
"It was the right thing to do Harry. He was a murderer. A cold-hearted murderer, and he deserved what he got. You did nothing wrong." She whispered, chin still on his chest as it rose gently up and down with his heavy breaths.
"I think I love you Ginny." He said suddenly as though the thought had never occurred to him before.
"I didn't know it, but when he pointed that wand at you, when you screamed out in pain, my heart stopped and I felt like someone had pulled all the air out of my lungs. I never wanted to live without you."
"I think I love you too." She whispered.
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Hermione watched from the doorway, tears brimming in her eyes. Harry looked better today, so did Ginny. They made eachother feel better, and things were going to be allright.
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ok, so heres the prologue. I know its short, and the sections are brief and sketchy, but that's how its supposed to be. They are just meant to show a moment, and to get the feel of it. Hope it worked out all right.
The other chapters will be longer and more detailed. I also shouldn't be writing this, because ive got like 3 other stories going, but ive been having writers block, and I desperately want to write something angsty. So here it is.
Reviews are a girls best friend! xoEmily
