A/N: I own nothing but the plot of the fan fiction and my imagination goes only as far as it does
Why did you have to leave? Why did you have to leave so soon? Now I am here without you. Every time I try to hide, I end up with the things that remind me of you. You said I should be happy. You promised I would be happy. That I would find someone else. I trusted you. But why, tell me, why, until now, you never left my mind?
I wish you just left. I wish you just left, along with everything else. Why did you have to leave these memories? Why did you leave the wounds that not even time can heal? Why did you have to cause those wounds to dig too deep?
I hate you for leaving these wounds. You left me afraid. Afraid that these wounds would heal. And afraid that if they heal, it's not as if any wound had existed. It would be as if you never even became a part of my life. I am thankful that they would remain there. At least the pain proves that you were real. That it all hadn't been a dream. That I was with you, for once.
Ginny looked down and dusted off the grave. The grave revealed its mark, and on it, written:
Here lies: Harry J. Potter 1981-1998
A true hero and friend
"Do not turn your back, but walk straightly, when you are called, into death's open arms. By then, you are never defeated by him."
Why do you have to be the hero? Why does it have to be you? Why did you leave? I thought you said you'll be always there. Where are you now?
Does fate have to play his little game and be cruel to those who love?