Chapter 6- He's Gone
Okay so this is the final chapter as our journey ends of this story. I hope you have liked this story and that you have checked out the songs from each chapter. Believe me when i say it will make sense to hear them so you will then get an idea of why i chose them. Yet again, the song in this chapter is another that makes me cry. I own nothing and am making no money. I am sorry for mistakes and please review. Enjoy this final chapter...
Itallics= Song Lyrics
'He and I had something beautiful, but so disfunctional, it couldn't last,'
It was finally over. The war had ended and The Dark Lord was dead along with many of his followers, excluding the few who were waiting to be inprisoned in Azkaban. Although many people had lost the lives of the ones they loved, there was a cheery attmosphere in the Great Hall were Professor McGonagll, who was now Hogwarts new headmisteress, had laid out a grand feast for them all to enjoy as they celebrated their victorie and the final perish of Tom Marvolo Riddle, the man who had caused all their lives to be full of pain, fear and missery.
'I loved him so, but i let him go, 'cause I knew he'd never love me back,'
Ginny, unlike the others, did not feel like celebrating. While the others were in the Great Hall, laughing and finally having fun, Ginny sat in the Gryffindor Common room on the couch by the fire which was once hers and Harry's favourite spot when they were together. Her and Harry had spent many nights talking in this certan seat as the fire slowly crackled in the distance and the cold wind outside would blow in a gentle breeze. Some nights they would not leave until the fire had gonbe out and the room was in complete and utter darkness. Other nights they simpley would not leave at all. They would fall asleep on the worn out couch, huddled in each others arms as the stars twinkled in the dark sky and the bright white moon would shine aimlessly through the large, glass window.
'Such pain as this shouldn't be experienced,'
At the age of 16 and still so young. She had her hople life a head of her but due to all the terrors she had faced in her life, she was as wise as an elderly man who had seen the world and all its glory. A girl of her age should not have been able to experiance the loss nd chaos war could cause. She shouldn't have had to deal with the loss of so many friend and family. She shouldn't have had to detatch herseld from the dangers of socity just to remain safe. Her should never have had to remain alone and frightened while the love of her life was out on a death mission along with her brother and best friend. She had delt with so much with in such a short lifetime and she could never gain that time back.
'I'm still reeling from the loss, stil a little bit delerious,'
She just sat there, in their favourite seat, staring at the flickering flames which danced about the hot coals of the fire which reflected into her chocolate brown eyes. Her skin was pale although dirt and blood covered her delicate freckles which were dusted all over her white cheeks mixed with tears of pain and sorrow. As she cried, she did not notice a certain young male nwalk through the portrait hole of the Fat Lady and walk behind thge sofa; Harry. Harry had now walked in quietly and sat down on the seat next to her, causing her to jump up, out of her seat in surprise. Her eyes softened as she saw it was Harry and he too had been crying. He sat there and held his arms out to her. She let herself fall onto his lap as he held her tight and she cried deeply into his chestb and he smoothed her glissening red hair softy and comfortingly.
'Near to you, I am healing but its taking so long,
and though he's gone and you are wonderful, its hard to move on,
Yeah, I'm better near to you,'
He held her tight as if he would never let go of her ever again. He had missed her more than she could ever imagine although he had been forced to break up with her for her safety which had pained him deeply. He continued comforting his lover as she soaked his shirt with her salty tears. They sat like this for a while as the dwindling fire slowly died and all that was left was the dim light of the hot coals in the hearth. She pulled back slightly to look deep and meaningfully into his shining, emmmerald coloured eyes which were glazed with silent, unshed tears.
'Well, you and I, have something different and I'm enjoying it, cautiously,'
"Never leave me again." Ginny whispered tearfully as she searched his eyes for emotion. Eventually she found one; Love.
"I pomise," He gentley replied as she fell back onto his chest, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. "That means you'll have to be willing to follow me to the toilet..."
Ginny playfully smacked him as he began to chuckle and hold her tighter.
"You know what I mean," She said with a laugh as she settle back into his lap.
' I am battle scarred, but I am working, oh so hard, to get back to who i used to be,'
As Ginny regained her comfortable position, she let her mind wonder while her and Harry sat in silence, the only sound was the wind out side the window and the crackling of the coals. He's gone. She keep repeating in her head as Harrry rested his chin lightly on the top of her head. Voldemort was dead but Gi9nny still had a slight fear that he may return just like the many times before now.
As if reading her mind, Harry looked at her with concerned and loving eyes as he said, "Its okay Gin, he's gone. For good this time. He can never hurt you or anyone else ever again." Harry sighed softly as he once again, tightened his hold on her waste and arms whiile he felt tears pour silently from her delicate eyes and land on his shirt. Harry let a small tear escape his eyes but brushed it away quickly as he replaced his chin to where it had been on top of her ginger head.
'He's disappearing, fading steadily,
and I'm so close to being yours wont you stay with me, please,'
This felt right. Harry continued to speak in his mind. It was as if he and Ginny were two peices of the same puzzle, destined to fit perfectly together. They had known each other for so long, but neither had loved the other quiet as much as they did right at this very moment as they sat stilly on the couch, letting their minds dance around the room like the once flickering flames had done which had now completely died, leaving them engulfed in a sudden darkness with only the light of the shining moon and the twinkling starts to see with.
'I only know that I am better where you are,
I only know that I am better where you are,
I only know, that I belong, where you are...'
All of a sudden, Harry asked Ginny a very unexpected question. Well, it wasn't really a question, it was mmore of a statement, "Marry me." He said with all the love that could every fill someojnes heart and soul as he lifted her chin gently with his index finger and once again looked deep into her coco coloured eyes. A small tear leaked over her eye lids as she slowly smiled back at him.
"Of course." She whispered as Harry bent his head and kissed her rosy, pink lips. He drew back from her and smiled. That smile that Ginny had fallen in love with although she had not seen it appear on his face since his belove God-Father, Sirius, had died that fatel night at The Department of Mysteries. He continued to smile for the rest of that night.
'Near to you, I am healing but its taking so long,
Though he's gone and you are wonderful, Its hard to move on,
Yeah I'm better near to you,'
They staied in the exact same place until the end of the night when they fell sound asleep in each others arms, Ginnys head still on his shoulder and his arms protectively around her slim waste. They were finally happy, eveloped in the arms of the one they loved so dearly. Everything was finally perfect.
'Yeah, I'm better near, to you...'