"...just have to wait for him now. He's messed up pretty bad" Harry – feeling dozy, probably of some sleeping potions – groaned in pain and stress. He felt a gentle squeeze on his right hand. A slight tingling feeling was left in his hand. A soft beeping sound surrounded the small room. My heartbeat, harry thought. He took a deep breath of clean air, not filled with dust of dampness; it felt good in Harry's opinion. Harry opened his eyes, fluttering them but still seeing blurry shapes.
"Well, Harry. You look ... really bad" Ginny Weasley spoke her mind – weather from goodness of badness he would never know – and harry smirked. His smile was quickly followed by a groan. He lifted his arm to his chest, trying to stop the horrid feeling there.
"Don't. Your pretty messed up harry. You're in the school hospital. You gave everyone a right scare after your little fiasco at the great hall. You wouldn't wake up for days." Ginny put simply. Shes really here, he thought. His one true love. She was only a blur through Harry's weak eyes but he could clearly see her red bangs and her loving face.
"Ginny ... I've missed ...." He croaked, the burning in his thought agitated him to no end. How would Harry say that he never ever stopped loving her? That even though he had alot on his plate she was always in his mind. Even a second before death. He was offered a glass of water and his glasses from a flying wrinkle hand. He gulped down the water , feeling the soothing calmness , harry couldn't remember the last time he drunk anything. He slipped on his glasses and pushed himself up onto his bum.
Ginny was sitting on a leather chair with a blanket covering her legs, she had her eyes squeezed shut. Harry desperately wanted to see her loving eyes that seemed to pull him in. The ones that he had fallen hopelessly in love with.
"Ginny. You might not listen to this. But you do...you do need to know. When I was sitting there out in the open woods every night wondering if this could be the last time I'd see the stars ... Or ... or just look at Hermione thinking about Ron. I could only ever think that "He stopped for a breath – it only came as a gasp as his throat seemed to be tightening up. "... That I'd be able to see you again. I think you're the only reason I got through it. Id be right in the nutter house without you, Ginny Molly Weasley. I really love you." Harry finished his emotional display by looking at his hands.
Ginny – while listening to harry – thought of all the times she thought of him as well. But he left didn't he, he had a reason, but he just left without a thought. He wasn't even prepared. He knew about all of the crazy things that the war was doing to our family. But he still left. Mum was hysterical, she thought.
Ginny sighed and opened her eyes. Only to be drawn into the emerald eyes. His blood clotted dirt ridden hair smothering his face .But to Ginny, he still looked beautiful.
"How do I know harry? That one day – you'll need to save the world again. Because god dammit, we both know that people will put it on your shoulders. What will happen when the world needs somebody harry? It's always Harry James Potter. It's never going to just be us, there's always going to be someone lurking in the distance – trying to murder you ... again! We both need to sort out our futures Harry. Because I'm sure you're fully booked."By this time both Ginny and Harry were silently crying themselves out. He knew this was true. He just couldn't change the past. He was born this way. From the day he was given the scar – his whole future shifted. For some people good but for some bad. Ginny slowly stood up , letting the blanket fall down her legs. She leaned over and kissed Harry cheek with her teary eyes gazing up at her. She slightly smiled. "Don't worry Harry. We just need time to our self's. But it will all work out. You'll see."
She took a big breath and walked from Harry's cot. That was the last time she peered into his emerald eyes or kissed his soft lips. As that night Harry James Potter disappeared without a trace left behind.