A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 644
Warning: character death, mentions of murder
Ginny was nearly out the door when she remembered the bracelet. She was already late, in a rush, and didn't think anyone would notice or care. She didn't turn back around. That was probably her first mistake of the day. She never went anywhere without that bracelet.
The second came when she didn't manage to dodge a bludger hit by her teammate. It struck her elbow, shattering the bone into splinters and effectively putting her on the injured list for the rest of the season. The Harpies had stood a good chance of at least going to the finals this year. Now, all of that was over.
While she was sitting there in pain, pretending she wasn't about to pass out, her fingers curled around her naked wrist wishing she had remembered to grab it. It had been the one thing she and Sirius had created together. It was one of the few things she had to remind her of their time together, before he'd been murdered. Ginny didn't like to think about that night, almost two years ago.
They'd been enjoying a dinner she'd made, chicken with carrots and bread. There had been a knock on the door. Sirius had gotten up to get it, joking that it was probably Harry needing something, or one of Ginny's family. Her mum had been coming around a lot lately, asking when she and Sirius were going to start their family.
There had been a loud 'bang', some screaming, a loud 'thud'. Ginny had rose from her seat, ready to fight. She heard the door slam, feet running. She'd run as fast as she could, her feet getting caught in the chair leg. She'd been too late. Sirius had died in her arms, the taste of his lips lingering on hers.
Ginny pulled herself from thoughts. No, she couldn't think about it now. Right now, she wanted to get her arm fixed, get herself back on her broom, and force herself to only think about the good times. There had been so many good times between them. She smiled.
Sirius had been so nervous asking her father for permission to marry her. He'd changed his clothes about ten times, finally settling on a nice pair of ash grey slacks and a pale blue shirt. Ginny loved him in that color. That shirt, after it had finally worn out, had been the first strand in the woven bracelet.
The second had been a strip of the short black dress she'd worn on their first date, when everyone had said he was too old for her and the witch at the restaurant had accidentally mistaken Sirius for Ginny's father. It had been the best and worst date of all times.
There had been other occasions, bits of fabric removed from various important articles of clothing. Each strand of fabric was braided with the others, creating a memory she always wore on her wrist. Now, today, her mind kept replaying those memories, her fingers tracing where the bracelet should have sat. She should have gone back. She should have grabbed it. Who cared if it would have made her late?
"Mrs. Black? I'm here to attend your arm?" the team's healer finally stated, pulling Ginny from her thoughts once again.
"Great, thank you," she said, holding it out. She could feel the bones shift reconnecting, the pain was worth the fix.
"It's as healed as I can make it. It's going to take some time to heal completely."
Ginny nodded, she'd known this was going to put her out for a bit.
"Thank you," she whispered, glad she was healed, that she could finally go back home and put the bracelet on her wrist, where it rightly belonged. Maybe then, the memories, good and bad could stay in the braided fabric strands and not torment her in her mind.
