A/N I wrote this when I had a really bad day and finished a marathon of the Lord of the Rings movies. Beware of angst, incoherent writing and suicidal thoughts.
Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter.
She was standing on the edge, a redhaired woman, high up in the Astronomy Tower, before dawn. The air was cool and dry, promising a beautiful day, much to the delight of the Hogwarts inhabitants. But not for hers. She was heartbroken , of course, who wouldn't be when your lover died? But such an evil was gone, gone forever and wasn't that a reason to celibrate that victory? But to such a price, such a price. Tears filled the young woman's eyes at that point, interrupting her thoughts, leaving her with haunted memories of her past.
The blonde man watched as she stood at the edge, trying not to cry. But her battle were in vain. Silent tears run down her cheeks, landing far down on the hills of Hogwarts. He felt a familiar lump in his throat, a lump he almost was used to. His long time enemy had begged that he'd look after her, when he was gone. Isn't that ironic? The man sighed, weary, grey eyes watching the woman's every move. He'd actually begged him to stop her from doing something rash, when he was gone. "Don't let her follow me! It's not her time yet." he had said with hoarse voice. He gave a promise, ofcourse, who wouldn't? Then he had gone and killed the Dark Lord, killed him with himself, leaving a heartbroken Ginny to piece together a puzzle with infinite pieces. She would never fully heal.The lump grew bigger, almost made him gasp for air.
The redhead racked with sobs, miserable, so miserable she felt. Noone loved her, noone cared. It was better to embrace the dark than enduring this piercing pain! Only a step away, only a fall, sudden pain and everlasting darkness. So little, yet so much, with only a step. God knew she was tempted, so tempted. But she couldn't give up. Not when he had given up himself to save her. Such a bittersweet jest of life, such a horrible paradise on the Earth. He'd imprisoned her, knowing what would happen if he didn't. For that, she hated him. And for that, she loved him.
The man went to the woman, embracing her in his arms, comforting her in her loss, giving her a meaning to live again. Shielding her from Death's grasp. And they stood like that, watching the first sunbeams hitting the world.