Drabble#2: Here's to the New Year
with a spark of new year's resolutions
Three…two…one! Happy New Year!
Harry and Ginny heard the clatter of half-excited, half-tired voices coming from the valley where the Burrow had always been hidden. Cold chills and icy breathing was all that surrounded them, as they hovered over the frozen countryside hills. Ginny's old broomstick took them away from the commotion, in an attempt to steady their thoughts. It had been a terrible year. A vile decade, in fact. They were some of the last ones standing.
"Make a wish," Ginny broke the silence.
"What?" Harry asked, caught off guard on a lingering thought.
"You have to make a wish. Choose your words right because it might just come true," she further explained. They hit the Comet's brakes and paused, allowing themselves space to think, to remember, to find the strength to carry on.
"I wish to never see war again…," the young witch added in half a whisper. The hands that until then only held her for balance tightened around her waist, in reassurance.
"And I wish to never lose another person I love…," he said, casting his own wish into the night sky, feeling her hands clasp against his own. The horizon was magically illuminated with every possible color. Graceful creatures were twirling about, diving through the stars. The last products of 1998 trademarked Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had been a masterpiece.
"I wish to never be forced to leave you again," Harry heard the words escape his mouth before he could bite them back.
"Is that more than you want me to make of it?" the redhead asked. She was wearing an amused expression on her face, as she turned her head to look at him, her eyes twinkling.
"Maybe let's just wait and see," Harry shrugged, grinning slightly.
"You're absolutely mad," Ginny laughed whole-heartedly, spinning around on her broom so she could face him. Yes, 1999 holds all the promises of a good year,a better year, she thought to herself while analyzing his features, taking in the way his jaw fixed in a signal that he had set his mind on a particular something.
Up in the air they lost themselves in a dazing kiss, two fatigued soldiers of a terrible, scarring war.