RECOMMENDED: Listen to I'd Wait For Life by Take That before/while reading this story.

DISCLAIMER: All recognisable characters belong to J.K. Rowling.


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There's a place we used to be
There's a face that I used to see
There's a picture with you by my side
There's a moment that I want to find

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The dormitory was empty. Its usual occupants were in the common room, having just come in from dinner. It was one of the only good things left in Hogwarts since the students returned to a world run by Death Eaters.

There was only one girl lying on a four-poster bed. Her silhouette was cast on the curtains surrounding the bed by a candle on the girl's bedside table.

The girl in particular was Ginny Weasley.

She was staring straight up, her steady brown eyes tracing lines on the wood, trying to find patterns that weren't there. Her arms lay limply by her side, and no part of her body moved but her eyes. Her brilliant red hair fanned out on the pillow, reflecting the candle's flame.

Her face was void of expression; there was no sadness, no wistfulness, no hope. If it wasn't for her open eyes, she looked like Cinderella, patiently awaiting her lover's kiss. Her eyes were blank, glassy, taking nothing in.

She had become living, breathing doll. She existed and operated only in physical mode. There was nothing inside. She was nothing inside.

The candle flickered, and the shadows danced. The redhead didn't even blink. Slowly, as though trying not to disturb the perfect fan her hair made on the pillow, she turned her head to stare at the candle.

The flame reflected off her brown eyes. There used to be a time when the fire was in her eyes, the fire was inside her. Now, there was nothing. As if her soul had gone with him. As if she'd gone with him, as she always hoped she had.

She blinked slowly, and her eyes landed on the photograph she kept on the bedside table. It was the smaller of the two framed pictures she kept, but it was closer to her face. She just stared and stared, not seeming to be able to tear her eyes from the smiling faces.

Not taking her eyes off the picture, she sat up. She reached an arm, and pulled it towards her. She unlatched the back, and took the picture out. She cradled it in her hands for one more minute, before standing up on the bed, and, using her wand, stuck it on the underside of the 'ceiling' of the four-poster bed.

She lay back down, her red hair once again fanned out on the pillow. Now, her eyes took in the smiling couple beaming down at her from the photo. One was her, the other was him. It had been a sunny day, and she could see the blue of the lake behind them.

Seeing his face brought back all the pain. Sometimes, she wished the pain would leave. She didn't need this pain. She knew this was going to come; knew he was going to leave one day, and she'd have no choice but to watch from the sidelines. But she didn't expect it so soon, she supposed.

Her eyes hungrily stared at his face, wishing the real thing was beside her. She hadn't even had enough time with him. It wasn't long enough. For so long, she had liked him, and they'd only spent a fraction of the year together. She wanted to be selfish; she wanted to spend more time with him.

She wanted him. With her.

As she slowly, wearily closed her eyes, twin tears leaked out and ran down both of her temples.

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If I close my eyes
I'll dream a little deeper baby
'Cause you are always on my mind
Yeah you are always on my mind
For life

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AN:

For Gringotts thread challenge =]

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I'd Wait For Life by Take That

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