Don't- Part 3
By: FireSprite
A/N: Er.. yes.. this one's a bit shorter... Once again, thank you to all my lovely reviewers!! I love getting reviews!! And I would be doing personal shout-outs, but with this new chapter thingy, it's all screwy kabloo-y!! (LOL) I hope you enjoy the final episode of *dun dun dun*-- Don't
Disclaimer: Um.. don't own it! Haha, yes that'll do nicely!
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Everywhere Ginny went Harry wasn't.
She rang the doorbell at his house (A/N: okay, so technically, it's an attic loft, you know the real nice ones) at least twenty times, before opening the door with a well placed 'Alohomora'. Stepping inside, she looked around. Silence, with the exception of a leaky tap somewhere in the vicinity.
'Harry!' She cried out, walking around. Silence. Her heart ached, remembering the good times she had shared with him here. Playing the piano, over in that corner. Running away from him, in a game of tag, over there. Kissing him on that couch, their very first kiss...
She walked into Harry's bedroom, hoping that maybe he'd be in there. She felt her heart stop as she saw a picture of them on his bedside table. 'Oh god!' She moaned, all the while picking it up. Looking back at her, with smiles so big she almost stopped breathing was her and Harry. Every once and a while he'd throw a wink her way, which she'd catch and laugh, before hugging him. He would smile and hug her back.
Tears rolled down Ginny's cheek. What had happened? Why'd did I stop loving him? she started to get angry with herself. You were perfectly happy, Ginny Weasley! And now you've screwed up royally!
She put the picture face down with such force, that the glass shattered and scattered across the hard-wood floor. Hardly caring, she took one last look at the room; disparated, heading for The Leaky Cauldron.
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Ginny carefully wiped here eyes, before stepping up to the desk.
'Excuse me' She said, in a very small voice. The clerk, who had his back to her, obviously didn't hear. She cleared her throat. 'Excuse me!' She said, in a louder, more forcible voice.
'Eh?' The man said, turning around. 'Oh! Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron, can I help you?' He looked slightly nervous, as if this was his first customer ever.
'I was wondering if Harry Potter was staying here' She said.
'I'm sorry Miss, but we're not aloud to give out information about our guest like that'
Ginny knew that he wouldn't budge. But instead of shrinking away, mumbling some sort of an apology, she decided to try anyways. She leaned foreword, allowing her robe to drop a bit in front.
'Are you sure?' She asked, putting on a sugary voice 'It would mean ever so much for me...' She looked at his name tag '...Tim.'
Tim blushed and coughed.
'Well, I suppose, it wouldn't hurt... just to check. Um, I wouldn't mind if you didn't tell anyone... were not allowed to do this, strictly speaking.'
Ginny batted her eyelashes and said 'Oh I won't. Thank you so much' Tim left, probably to check with his manager. Ginny turned around, putting her elbows on the desk, leaned her back against the desk, and sighed. Normally, she wouldn't act that way, using her 'femininity' to get what she wanted. She just had to find Harry! Tim came back quickly enough, looking flustered.
'Ah... I believe Mr. Potter isn't staying here, we have no records of him ever checking in...' He smiled, in an apologetic way and turned back to his work. Ginny mumbled a small 'Thanks' before disparating for the only other place she could fathom he would be. It was a long stretch, she knew, but it was the only other place she could imagine.
It was the park where they used to go to every Sunday, for a picnic lunch. She remember laying her head on his stomach, looking at the blue sky and wondering if this was truly happiness at it's best. He would stroke her hair and mumbled words that made her smile and blush. He would feed her grapes or bread, smiling down at her, before giving her a small kiss on her cheek. How she loved and dreaded those days, how she pretended that he was all she ever wanted, all she ever needed. She would convince her and herself that, and now, the realization of why she done what she had done hit her. It was because she had been living in a fantasy world, and Sirius, he had woken her out of it. He was what she needed, what she wanted. It was all so clear now.
Before she knew it, she was under the suns warm rays, in the middle of the green field. She sighed and looked around... and saw Harry! He had his back to her, leaning against the tree. She could see his jet-black hair fall over his face as he looked down at something he was playing with in his hand. Ginny felt the sting of a new wave of tears as she resolutely walked towards him. He didn't hear her until she was standing right next to him. He simply looked up at her and continued to play with whatever he had. Then Ginny recognized it, the thing in his hand, it was the bracelet she had given back to him. Feeling an immense cloud of grief descend upon her, she sat down next to him.
'Harry-' she started but her voice cracked. Picking up a blade of green grass, she focused herself on the task of ripping it apart, not daring to look at the man beside her. 'Harry' She started again, stubborness visible in her voice 'I'm sorry... so so sorry, you don't understand... I feel liked I've killed someone' Silence. When he didn't reply she shot a glance at him, and was startled to see him looking at her. He was looking at her with the most pained expression she had ever seen on him. The most hurt eyes she had ever seen, the most saddest frown she had ever had the misfortune to witness. It hurt her, like a knife driving through her stomach, the way he just stared at her, his unblinkingly stare. Instinct took over, she did the only thinkg that seemed reasonable, she gathered him up in a hug and listened while he silently opened up his grief upon her, making her robes wet.
'Why, Gin? What did I ever do?' He asked, after many minutes of her shushing him.
'I-.. I don't know Harry' She finally answered 'I thought I was happy with you, but when I left... well, I guess you could say I finally woke up. Harry,' She said, pulling away and looking at him, directly in the eye. 'I never, in all my life, meant to hurt you, ever' She swore fiercely. 'Harry, I love you...' She trailed off, and bit her lip. Seeing Harry's confused expression, she elaborated 'I mean... oh Crist... how do I put this? I could live with you, be happy, make you happy, we'd get married, have kids and life would be peachy keen.
'But it's like, well, it's like Sirius is the love of my life, I wouldn't be able to live without knowing that he's all right, without knowing that he's happy, that's he's... well that he's out there, alive, enjoying life' She shook her head, unsure of what to do next, when Harry finally spoke.
'Ginny, I reckon...' He paused, not totally understanding what he was about to stay; he ploughed ahead anyways 'I reckon that you should go back to Sirius.' Ginny looked at him, not believing what he had just said. He smiled, a watery smile, but a smile never the less 'He'll make you happy, I know him. And I know you. You two will have a great life together, so go home to him, tell him you love him and tell him-' Harry paused there, taking a deep breath 'Tell him he has my blessings'
Ginny looked at him for a moment not sure what to say, she only vaguely recognized that she was crying. Harry wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb and spoke in a gentle whisper.
'Go Gin, make him happy' Ginny smiled, nodded her head and disparated to The Burrow.
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As soon as Ginny appeared in front of the Burrows, Sirius came running out, across the lawn, which was now wet from the dampness in the air. A storm was coming, a big one.
'Ginny, thank god! Did you find him?' Ginny nodded, silently still crying, looking down at the ground. Sirius, nervous at her crying, asked tentatively 'What did he say?'
Ginny looked up and smiled 'He said, well, you have his blessings' Sirius broke into a grin.
'He did?' He asked. When Ginny nodded once again, he gave her a huge hug. 'My sweet Ginny' He mummered in her ear.
'My Siri' She countered, moving her hands to his back, holding him closer. Sirius stroked her hair, and kissed her neck.
That's when the rain started, big gulping sobs from the heavens above fell down on them, as they stood in the Weasley's front yard. Not caring they continued to hold each other, blocking out the wind and cold. Sirius let go of Ginny and pushed away her wet hair from her face, allowing him to see that her coffee-colored eyes were staring at him, wide as saucers.
'I missed you...' He finally whispered, stroking her cheek, wiping away the wet rain from her smooth skin. 'And I love you. Marry me? Love me forever?' He said, slightly shaking from fear of what she'd say.
'I'll love you' She whispered, her voice as soft as an angel. 'Forever.' She smiled and kissed Sirius, as the angels above watched and cried out of pure happiness.
They say that love doesn't exist, but how can it not exist?