Someone To Talk To
I am so sorry for not writing these past few months. I've had some personal issues happen and I haven't had the time nor the energy to write. I'm having a creative span and would like to take this story into a different direction that my normal stories. I plan to use a little more angst and sadness in this one and see how readers respond. If it doesn't work out as well I'll go back to my original ways of writing. Enjoy!
Ch. 1 Wishing The Pain Away
"It's okay, Ginny. Just run towards the edge and let the wind do the rest," Hermione encouraged softly towards her best friend.
Ginny closed her eyes and shifted her weight on her feet. In a few moments, she would run off the edge of the cliff and try hang gliding- the first big adventure she would have in nearly 3 months. The winds were blowing through her hair, the sky was crystal clear and the horizon extended on for what seemed like eternity. Ginny felt she was a lot higher up than she really was, like she could reach her hand out and touch heaven. Her heart broke a little when she knew that would never be possible.
Hermione saw the sadness in Ginny's eyes, and motioned for her to relax a minute.
"I know it still hurts, honey. I miss him too. I still look next to me expecting him to be there. But he's gone, and it's time that we start living again. You know he wouldn't have wanted us to be sad for so long. Remember his spirit; he lives on inside you, like he does in all of us."
Ginny said nothing, but nodded that she understood. She firmed her grip on the handlebars and waited for the next gust of air to sweep her away. Hermione backed away from enormous wing span of the hang glider and watched as Ginny took off in one fleeting moment.
She felt weightless. The wind rushed up through her like nothing she had ever experienced. She felt another power protect her and guide her through the sky. Ginny closed her eyes and images of Harry flooded back into her mind. His smile, his eyes, his hair, the way he held her, the way he made love to her, the way he danced with her filled Ginny's soul. Ginny reached out, knowing well enough that he wasn't there, but still hoping that some one, Harry, would take her hand and take her away with him.
In the days following her graduation, Harry had surprised Ginny with a romantic vacation to the beaches of India, where the waters were as blue as her eyes. Each of the seven days they spent there were filled with laughter, good food, romantic sunsets and falling asleep under the stars after making love in their tiny but cozy bungalow. Her skin rippled under his as his sinewy arms would hold her tight and safe while their bodies and souls became one.
All of that was savagely stolen from her upon returning from their vacation. Voldemort's power had grown stronger and stronger by the day. No one in the wizarding world was safe, not even Harry. No matter how many spells or charms he had cast, Voldemort's was stronger and better. Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry had practiced charms and incantations day in and day out to try and better protect themselves from Voldemort, knowing that he would soon find them.
It was only a matter of days before the four of them were confronted by Voldemort, now more powerful than ever. The battle was gruesome, tiring and long. It seemed that nothing would stop Voldemort until Hermione cast a spell that weakened him slightly, giving Harry the upper hand. He shot out the most deadly, the most dangerous of all death spells, thus eliminating Voldemort and his evil.
Ginny shuddered as Harry's last moments sent chills down her spine. Harry turned towards his friends, his scar suddenly gone. He smiled before collapsing onto the pavement. Ginny rushed to him and held him closely, crying as she begged him to stay awake. Hermione and Ron held on to one another, tears and sweat covering their faces. Harry held on to Ginny's hand, gasping for air.
"I have always loved you, Ginny Weasley," Harry gasped out as he closed his eyes. Ginny collapsed next to him as she knew he was gone. Harry's connection to Voldemort had ultimately caused his death, the lightening scar, feeling his emotions, utter exhaustion from fighting. Voldemort's death was Harry's as well.
She opened her eyes and a solitary tear fell from her eye. She looked out from all around, suddenly pained by the memories of her love. So badly she wanted to feel his arms just one last time around her, to have his lips cover hers, to hold his hand one last time.
A sudden change in direction had Ginny headed straight for the cliffs. Trying desperately to turn herself the other way, Hermione screamed down to her instructing her how to alter directions. The wind was picking up speed and she was headed faster and faster towards the jagged edges. She closed her eyes and quietly began to cry. Hermione's screams were drowned out by her own fear and a morbid relief, knowing that she'd soon see her beloved Harry once more and that they would be together again. She felt a strange sensation on her hand, as though some one had interwoven her fingers into theirs. The hang glider slowly began to turn towards the ocean again, and a strange calm Ginny had not felt in months rushed over her. It was as if some one had taken her hand and turned her away from the cliffs. The sadness she had felt only moments before were replaced by weightlessness, like she was being carried.
"Harry?" Ginny asked cautiously. "Are you there?" There was no response from anything to indicate that his spirit was with her.
"Harry if you're there please give me a sign. Please let me know that you are okay. I love you so much and miss you like you can't imagine. I wish you could come back to me. You weren't supposed to go so soon. You and I had so much more time together and it was stolen. Harry are you there?" Another tear slipped down Ginny's cheek. The hang glider was slowly descending towards the landing strip until she touched ground and was dislodged from the hang glider. She saw Hermione running down the hill towards her.
The wind blew again as Ginny felt a warm brush against her lips followed by a tingly sensation filling her body. She was calm, and fear and sadness were replaced with an emotion she couldn't describe.
"Ginny! Ginny! Oh my god are you okay? You were headed right into the cliffs!"
"Yea.I'm okay," she replied as Hermione took her into her arms. A warm wind blew around them as Ginny whispered.
"I love you, Harry."
I am so sorry for not writing these past few months. I've had some personal issues happen and I haven't had the time nor the energy to write. I'm having a creative span and would like to take this story into a different direction that my normal stories. I plan to use a little more angst and sadness in this one and see how readers respond. If it doesn't work out as well I'll go back to my original ways of writing. Enjoy!
Ch. 1 Wishing The Pain Away
"It's okay, Ginny. Just run towards the edge and let the wind do the rest," Hermione encouraged softly towards her best friend.
Ginny closed her eyes and shifted her weight on her feet. In a few moments, she would run off the edge of the cliff and try hang gliding- the first big adventure she would have in nearly 3 months. The winds were blowing through her hair, the sky was crystal clear and the horizon extended on for what seemed like eternity. Ginny felt she was a lot higher up than she really was, like she could reach her hand out and touch heaven. Her heart broke a little when she knew that would never be possible.
Hermione saw the sadness in Ginny's eyes, and motioned for her to relax a minute.
"I know it still hurts, honey. I miss him too. I still look next to me expecting him to be there. But he's gone, and it's time that we start living again. You know he wouldn't have wanted us to be sad for so long. Remember his spirit; he lives on inside you, like he does in all of us."
Ginny said nothing, but nodded that she understood. She firmed her grip on the handlebars and waited for the next gust of air to sweep her away. Hermione backed away from enormous wing span of the hang glider and watched as Ginny took off in one fleeting moment.
She felt weightless. The wind rushed up through her like nothing she had ever experienced. She felt another power protect her and guide her through the sky. Ginny closed her eyes and images of Harry flooded back into her mind. His smile, his eyes, his hair, the way he held her, the way he made love to her, the way he danced with her filled Ginny's soul. Ginny reached out, knowing well enough that he wasn't there, but still hoping that some one, Harry, would take her hand and take her away with him.
In the days following her graduation, Harry had surprised Ginny with a romantic vacation to the beaches of India, where the waters were as blue as her eyes. Each of the seven days they spent there were filled with laughter, good food, romantic sunsets and falling asleep under the stars after making love in their tiny but cozy bungalow. Her skin rippled under his as his sinewy arms would hold her tight and safe while their bodies and souls became one.
All of that was savagely stolen from her upon returning from their vacation. Voldemort's power had grown stronger and stronger by the day. No one in the wizarding world was safe, not even Harry. No matter how many spells or charms he had cast, Voldemort's was stronger and better. Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry had practiced charms and incantations day in and day out to try and better protect themselves from Voldemort, knowing that he would soon find them.
It was only a matter of days before the four of them were confronted by Voldemort, now more powerful than ever. The battle was gruesome, tiring and long. It seemed that nothing would stop Voldemort until Hermione cast a spell that weakened him slightly, giving Harry the upper hand. He shot out the most deadly, the most dangerous of all death spells, thus eliminating Voldemort and his evil.
Ginny shuddered as Harry's last moments sent chills down her spine. Harry turned towards his friends, his scar suddenly gone. He smiled before collapsing onto the pavement. Ginny rushed to him and held him closely, crying as she begged him to stay awake. Hermione and Ron held on to one another, tears and sweat covering their faces. Harry held on to Ginny's hand, gasping for air.
"I have always loved you, Ginny Weasley," Harry gasped out as he closed his eyes. Ginny collapsed next to him as she knew he was gone. Harry's connection to Voldemort had ultimately caused his death, the lightening scar, feeling his emotions, utter exhaustion from fighting. Voldemort's death was Harry's as well.
She opened her eyes and a solitary tear fell from her eye. She looked out from all around, suddenly pained by the memories of her love. So badly she wanted to feel his arms just one last time around her, to have his lips cover hers, to hold his hand one last time.
A sudden change in direction had Ginny headed straight for the cliffs. Trying desperately to turn herself the other way, Hermione screamed down to her instructing her how to alter directions. The wind was picking up speed and she was headed faster and faster towards the jagged edges. She closed her eyes and quietly began to cry. Hermione's screams were drowned out by her own fear and a morbid relief, knowing that she'd soon see her beloved Harry once more and that they would be together again. She felt a strange sensation on her hand, as though some one had interwoven her fingers into theirs. The hang glider slowly began to turn towards the ocean again, and a strange calm Ginny had not felt in months rushed over her. It was as if some one had taken her hand and turned her away from the cliffs. The sadness she had felt only moments before were replaced by weightlessness, like she was being carried.
"Harry?" Ginny asked cautiously. "Are you there?" There was no response from anything to indicate that his spirit was with her.
"Harry if you're there please give me a sign. Please let me know that you are okay. I love you so much and miss you like you can't imagine. I wish you could come back to me. You weren't supposed to go so soon. You and I had so much more time together and it was stolen. Harry are you there?" Another tear slipped down Ginny's cheek. The hang glider was slowly descending towards the landing strip until she touched ground and was dislodged from the hang glider. She saw Hermione running down the hill towards her.
The wind blew again as Ginny felt a warm brush against her lips followed by a tingly sensation filling her body. She was calm, and fear and sadness were replaced with an emotion she couldn't describe.
"Ginny! Ginny! Oh my god are you okay? You were headed right into the cliffs!"
"Yea.I'm okay," she replied as Hermione took her into her arms. A warm wind blew around them as Ginny whispered.
"I love you, Harry."