Molly sat holding her daughter's hand, cooler than she had ever felt her skin in her life, and knew that she couldn't do anything to reach her. The whole relationship between Ginny and Harry had been something she hadn't been able to understand from the beginning. They had fallen in together so quickly, quicker than anyone she knew. Her and Arthur had been fast friends and had soon been married, but it had nothing on what Harry and Ginny were. She had seen them together, the way they seemed to breathe together, the way they seemed to gravitate around one another. One would move and the other was right there moving with them, it was a little intimidating at times, it was as if the couple had been together for all their lives.
But right now it was something she wished she could see, she knew that one touch from Harry would bring her daughter back, but she had no idea where Harry was. Lily had only stopped in for a moment to let her know she was looking for her son, and she hadn't seen her for over a week.
Molly could feel tears trying to bubble over, but she fought them back, she had cried enough for Ginny and it wasn't helping. She knew her strong daughter wouldn't want her to be weeping over her. So taking a breath she steadied her nerves gripping Ginny's hand a little tighter.
"Baby girl I am here if you need me, I will always be here you just need to come back to me. I promise there will be no judging if you're scared we will always love you no matter what," lifting Ginny's limp hand she pressed a kiss to her cool skin and prayed.
Harry could feel his body; it had taken some time for the feeling to come back, but inch by slow inch his body had awakened. But he still felt detached from it, as if his mind was being pulled away from his body, and he knew exactly where it was being pulled. Ginny was out there hurting and it was his fault. He still couldn't believe what he had done, that he had let his power get the better of him so badly, and yet she hadn't turned from him. She had walked into that power knowing it would kill her just to save him. He felt his heart stutter at the thought and closing off the growing awareness of the outside world he sent his mind searching for Ginny.
It wasn't hard her golden light was like a pulse in his mind singing to him, and he simply stopped fighting the pull. Between one heart beat and the next he found himself stood outside their cottage again, this time the sky was an inky black the stars brighter than he had ever seen them. He knew this wasn't real, knew it was the world Ginny's mind had built to protect itself from the truth of everything, but he couldn't help but have a moment of weakness, a moment to think of how easy it would be to stay here with her.
Just then the cottage door opened, spilling warm light into the garden and then she was there the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Ginny slipped into the garden a thick woolly jumper draped around her body, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. His ears easily picked up the sounds from within the cottage, the sound of his own voice laughing with others. It was strange for a moment but then of course she would bring him with her. The memory of the last time he had reached her slashed through his mind, the laughter of a little girl who didn't exist yet.
Stilling his racing heart he walked forwards slipping around the side of the house and jumping the little fence easily so he could circle from behind her. He wanted to pull her out of this world but he didn't want to break her mind doing it and too much reality might just do that. Sinking his hands into the jeans he wore he watched her for a moment feeling her calming presence sinking into his very soul.
As if she felt him watching she turned a soft smile spilling over her features.
"Harry," she simply whispered and he couldn't hold back two steps and he enfolded her in his arms.
She laughed as she pulled away a little so she could put the cup down on a little bench almost hidden by a bush. He took the moment to look at her face, completely relaxed and at peace. It made him ache that he had taken that from her, and that she had only been able to find peace in her own mind.
"Where they getting too much for you?" she asked and he realised she thought he was her imagined Harry.
Shaking his head he placed his hand against her cheek and smiled as she snuggled into the touch, "no Breeze, I'm not here because of that," she opened her eyes then to look at him and he could see the crystal clarity of a woman who knew what was happening.
"You're the other aren't you?" she asked without moving away and he wanted to hug her again.
She was so brave, he could feel how scared his presence made her, how alien he seemed to her peaceful world but she didn't pull away.
"Yes I am, but Gin you have to realise that I'm the one and only," he turned looking over his shoulder at the still open doorway, "all that's in there isn't real. I'm real and I need you."
He let his need for her filter into his voice, pushed all of his desires outwards so she could feel it like heat and fur running over her skin. She shivered and stepped closer to him so her body was pressed full length against his.
Snaking his arm around her waist he pushed the other hand into her hair tilting her head back slightly so he had better access and unable to fight the need any more he buried his head in her neck breathing in her scent. His beast went wild, he knew his mate and he wanted her back, but Harry pushed that aside, he couldn't let the darkness touch him until he had pulled her out. He knew instinctively that she would run from him if he showed her too much, she was still broken and he had to stitch the pieces back together first.
He pressed his lips to her skin and she whimpered at the touch spurring him on. Locking her body to his he licked along the pulse point and very gently bit against her flesh, reminding her of the searing brand he had left against her skin before. She gasped and pushed her hands up under the shirt he was wearing so she could feel his skin. With a slight growl rumbling in his chest he moved away for a moment, only to capture her lips in a kiss that seared across his skin light lightening.
When he pulled away again it was just enough so he could talk his lips brushing hers with every word, "you have to leave her breeze, for all of our sakes. You are my anchor I can't be without you," he knew that it might have been too much to tell her so quickly, but suddenly he body screamed with urgency, "you have to find me please love, I need you," he pressed a kiss to her lips before she could protest until he felt her stiffen.
"I can't Harry," she said as she pulled back, and he watched as tears filled her eyes, "I want this with everything I am, I want peace and love and you," she whispered and he for a moment he wanted to say fine and give her all that she wished for.
"But Gin this isn't real, it's easy but it isn't real," he slipped a hand against her stomach spreading his fingers wide as he did, "I want this to, I want to see you grow with my child, want to hear the love laced laughter and know I can give you the world, but these things aren't easy."
He looked up at her and watched as a tear finally trailed down her cheek, "this isn't you, you are a fighter Breeze," he let a bite of anger enter his voice, a small reprimand to remind her of the power she held, "don't take the easy way out," he whispered.
He wanted to say more, wanted to do so much more, but he felt his hold on her reality slip and before he could so much as blink he found himself back in the white, the awareness that someone was pulling at his body shattering into his mind. He knew he didn't have long left, that his life rested in Ginny's hands and he also knew there was nothing more that he could do.
Molly watched as Ginny frowned, her peaceful façade shattering. She was up and out of her chair so fast she knocked it to the floor with a clatter.
Brushing a hand over her daughter's hair she sank onto the bed next to her, "Ginny," she whispered again and this time Ginny turned slightly as if she could hear her mother.
The next moment Molly's heart broke as she watched Ginny's face crease in pure pain, and then she was sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks. With an inarticulate cry she rolled onto her side and silently cried her body shaking with the sobs. Molly did the only thing she could think of, she pulled her daughter into her arms and watched as she cried as if her heart had been stolen from her.