A Love Lost

By PepsiAngel

Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: I had a sudden urge to write so here you go. Now read and review my darling readers!


Whoever said it's better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all was a big idiot, Ginny decided as tears spilled down her ashen face.

If you have ever been stripped of the man you cherished above all else than you will know half the pain that she was feeling. There was no one who could fully grasp how deep she was hurting though. No one.

She had been in love with Harry Potter since the day she had set eyes on him at Kings Cross Station those many years ago. He had been handsome to her; so much that he left her senseless. It wasn't until she had graduated from Hogwarts that Ginny could finally string a coherent sentence together in his presence.

By then it was too late. He had a serious girlfriend, who soon became a fiancé, and there was no room in his life for Virginia Weasley. She had thought then that a more painful day could not happen. God, or whatever greater being was in charge of their lives, wouldn't allow it.

Now, as she stood with her heart laying in shattered pieces on the cold, hard floor, she knew it simply wasn't true. This hurt far surpassed anything she had felt before, even on that dreadful day. Someone had ripped her heart out, snapped it into tiny pieces, and then threw it on the ground for the birds to devour today.

Voldemort had done it. He had killed her Harry.

Oh, you fool, why did you always have to be so brave? She wondered angrily. So, he had died a hero, did that ease her pain? Not even slightly. The worst part probably was that she couldn't even cry and mourn properly because she wasn't his widow.

"That… that… man stealing Barbie!" she whispered resentfully. She couldn't think of a word horrible enough to describe the over grown doll who he had married.

Who he had chosen over her. Who he cared for in a way that he had never cared for her.

She burst into racking sobs, barely able to breathe. Don't say that! She silently shrieked. However, it was the truth and it could not be denied. Harry, who she had loved and needed with every pore in her body for nearly ten years, had never felt the same about her.

The pain was becoming unbearable now. It was too strong… too much… she could not take it.

Her wet eyes shifted toward the bottle that was sitting on her nightstand. She could just swallow them all right now and end this terrible misery. It would be so easy, almost too easy.

What would Harry think? Her mind screamed. He'd think you were a coward, that's what.

"He's dead," she said aloud. "He wouldn't pay any attention if he were alive, either."

Her whole body ached in a way I cannot describe. There was a gaping hole where her heart was supposed to be and it would never be filled again. She had come to a decision and she couldn't stop herself, even if she had wanted to.

There was nothing to live for anymore, not without Harry. There was nothing but a blank empty canvas, devoid of all color and happiness.

She screwed the cap off the container and forced herself to think of Harry, how he was when she first saw him not the way he was in his coffin. He was so pale then, so very pale.


If they were together in Heaven then the two could have a second chance without any living Barbie getting in the way. Maybe their love wasn't lost after all.

It wasn't until she consumed every last pill in the bottle that she remembered.

Suicide was considered a sin. Heaven didn't open its gates to sinners…