Disclaimer: All these characters are J.K. Rowling's, I own nothing, I do this for fun, it's not my copyright, please don't sue me!
A/N: This short short story is inspired by a Wizard Rock song by Ministry of Magic called Phoenix Lament. I used a lot of lines from the song in this fic, they are not mine. So, if you read something obscenely beautiful, it's probably not mine, lol. I definately recommend you check their music out if you haven't already.
Harry sat up quickly, shaking himself out of the nightmare. It had been the same one he continued having since the war, reminding him over and over about the loss he had to suffer through everyday. In this dream, everyone who had been lost to the war came back to him. Mad-Eye darkly held his gaze, while he could still see Fred's laughing face in the background. It was all he could do to stop himself from breaking down and sobbing right then and there. He had to forget them, and yet it pained him so much to think of their memory lost. He just couldn't understand how one person was supposed to be able to make it through this.
When she felt her husband sit up, Ginny, who laid beside him in the cozy bedroom of their flat, woke to see him trembling.
Ginny sighed, "Again?"
Harry looked at his beautiful wife, flaming red hair fanned against the pillow, "Yes… Again."
Ginny sat up and began to rub Harry's shoulders.
"It's okay to grieve, honey. They're in a better place and one day you'll be able to see that. One day—"
"It's not enough!" Harry shouted, pulling away from his wife's hands and turning to look at her, "It's not enough to say that time can mend my wings, that one day I'll fly! And—And this bloody acheless scar! You don't understand, some wounds are still burning! Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't I have at least been able to live as one earning my life?"
Ginny was not fazed by Harry's sudden anger. She knew he was only acting out of hurt, sadness, and confusion.
"We all fall down, Harry." Ginny said quietly.
"I see Fred," Harry said. "in my dreams, I see Fred."
Ginny was shocked. In the two years since the war, the two years Harry and Ginny had been together, Harry had never revealed just what was in his nightmares that shook him so.
"Harry—Harry, look at me." Ginny said, holding Harry's face in her hands. "Darkest nights turn into dawns. Golden lights are chords for songs of love. That's something death can not erase, Harry. Do you get that?" She pulled Harry against her chest, slowly rocking him. "It's going to be okay, Harry… We're going to be okay."
Harry knew his wife was right, but did it have to be so painful in the process? He thought about everything he had gone through, everything he had to endure. It was like another phoenix lament, only he could hear it, though, because only he needed to hear it. He knew, deep inside, he was going to be okay. The darkness is far away.
