I Was Made For You Chapter 4: Awakening, a harry potter fanfic

Author's Note: Just had to post this before I went :)

CHAPTER 4 - Awakening

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

Harry woke with a start. A wet spot of drool had formulated on the bed sheet underneath his mouth, and wet spots where his eyes had been. He didn't know how long he had slept, it was the first time he had truly been able to sleep without disturbance of a nightmare. The room was empty except for him. He groggily lifted his head from the light blue sheet, watching the rays of the morning sun glinting through the windows and cascading brightness onto Ginny's face and hair- making her appear on fire.

Harry's throat swelled. He opened his mouth, but no words emitted. There was so much to say, could she even hear him?

He remembered Hippocrates in the hallway murmuring whilst he slept, talking in hushed tones to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about Ginny's condition. Harry tried to block out the memory. He refused to believe that she was slowly leaving him. He had almost lost her once in the chamber, he wasn't about to lose her again.

"Ginny" his voice came out hoarse and dry. "Ginny, if you can hear me, I'm…I'm so sorry Ginny"

His hand brushed back her hair behind her ears and forehead- the other stroking her hand softly. "I never meant for you to get hurt- for anyone to get hurt. Please Ginny, I won't be able to live with myself if-"

He wouldn't let himself go further. Inhaling a deep breath, he stared into her closed eyes- wishing their chocolate brown would find his face.

"Ginny, can you hear me?"

A hopeless silence rung through the air.

"Harry" Ron had just entered with Hermione close behind. Shock was evident upon their features. "Harry, I think her eyelash just moved."

Time seemed to be endless, to fold foreword into an array of a distant future filled with crashed hopes until it plummeted into the black sea of disappointment of the past and pain…

It was no longer temporal but redefined, swaying back in forth, not really changing or going anywhere but morphing between distinct points.

It was quiet. Darkness. She could no longer feel herself, how wrong it was for her to have lowered her wand…why was she dwindling?

The feeling deep inside her gut kept her forever aware that she was alone and in fear.

How long she laid in the darkness, she did not know. She felt herself grow dim, starting to blend in with her surroundings that consumed her.

All was quiet, but for the sudden voice which beckoned her. A soothing voice which stirred her strangely in some nearly forgotten but not displeasing way.

"Ginny, can you hear me?"

"I think her eyelash just moved-" another voice added on from behind.

"Ginny, please try" a sweeter voice pleaded unlike the first. "Come back to us."

She ignored the other voices that were drowning out the first…ignoring them as she began to slip, confused and lost, into the darkness that stung her chest with fear.

After a considerable time alone, she could hear the voice again beckoning her.

"Please Ginny, try to come back."

The moment she tried to put the words into bits and pieces, time slid from under her and she fell again…

Falling like she had on Harry's broom until he caught her in time…like the red of blood of the cuts on her forehead and arms…like the blood the pooled around her…the burning red of Fenrir's eyes as he lunged…the burning of her throat when she saw his dead body before her…

"Ginny, the healers are worried about the fever. You've got to try to swallow some cooling draught. I'll help you. You've got to try." The voice beckoned. The voice was gentle and strong and she tried to hold on to it, to grasp it, but time swept her away again and the coolness turned icy. The icy burn of fear in her lungs that struck them stiff. She started to cry inside herself at the coldness she could no longer stand. She could feel herself sinking deeper despite her efforts to claw her way out.

She could feel the presence nearby falling away until the voice reappeared, a hint of anguish tainted its soothing melancholy tone.

"Ginny, please come back. I'm sorry…" the voice was struggling, breaking, alone in the void surrounding her. "I never wanted this to happen to you. Come back."

Suddenly she was acutely aware of her body, a body that had no place in her folded limited existence and had all but forgotten. She could feel warmth unlike anything she had ever known. Inside her stiff coldness and distantness and obscurity she could feel moist wetness on her hand. The wet moisture started then at her neck, and she could feel it trail down to her collar bone like fire. The fluid inside started to thaw, and new warm blood began to slowly pervade her body. Her breathing became more rapid as heat engulfed her senses, bringing her to the edge of her entrapment.

"Ginny? Wake up, I'm so sorry" the voice softly pleaded, the wetness pouring slowly around her collarbone and neck before it reached under her ear. She desperately pushed through the velvet barrier towards the comforting voice. The voice beckoning her, and she couldn't deny it any longer, she needed that voice so badly. Warmth held her so comfortingly, her body started to shiver and shudder at the touch. She could feel her moan escape the barrier surrounding her, something she didn't expect.

"Come back…"

The wet moisture traveled to her lips, and as they touched them, her whole body seemed to spring to life with hot warmth as her lips pressed eagerly back against his. A bolt of lightening surged through her as she arched her back, her hand desperately searching through the darkness, pushing through until it grabbed a fistful of black messy hair.

The voice seemed breathless above her, its tone tired but rapturous, euphoric.

"You don't have to talk," his voice soothed, warmth holding the side of her face.

Her eyes swarmed open out of the darkness into the dim evening light. Above her the two pools of emerald green swirled, enrapturing her in a daze. Quickly her body became aware that she was no longer alone, she no longer felt the threat of disappearance…

At once she gasped for air, her body starting to shake as she clutched onto Harry for dear life, afraid she would be wrenched into that despairing, desolate and inconsolable darkness, never to return. His arms wrapped around her, his fingers encircling patterns upon her back, easing her body back down upon the bed. Her body shuddered against his.

There was silence for what seemed hours as Harry held Ginny there, still in shock with what had just happened. At first he was trying to find inner solace with his kiss upon her hand- trying to find peace at her touch – until he felt her respond, and then he couldn't stop himself…

She had come back to him.