The Space Between
By
Shankzta Lockhart
A
Song Fiction of the Dave Matthew Band song
Ginny Weasley stepped away from the grave. She couldn't bear to think, or believe, that he was dead. It couldn't be true. Two days ago, they were eating dinner
together. Two days ago, he was
alive.
You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love
She wasn't stupid. She knew
very well that everyone dies.
There's nothing to cover that up.
Life was a one hundred percent fatal, no exceptions. It just didn't seem right. Harry shouldn't be lying cold, and dead in
that coffin. He should be with her,
like he always was.
The Space Between
the tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
the wicked lies we tell
and hope to keep safe from the pain
"Ginny, are you
alright?" She turned around, to
see Hermione and Ron.
Her brother put his hand on her shoulder, and Hermione looked at her
old friend's grave, and weakly smiled.
"He was your friend, too." Ginny said, quietly.
"Are you alright?"
"True." Ron
smiled. "We had some good
times. I remember when we first met. All three of us."
"I-I can't believe, it's been
fifteen years. Fifteen whole
years. Seems like only yesterday, when
You-Know-Who killed Cedric." Hermione's voice cracked in
mid-sentence.
"I thought he was
gone, " Ginny muttered." I thought that damn Voldemort was dead. But he came back. I swear, I will hurt him, if it means dying myself. For Harry." ***"I thought he was
gone," Ginny muttered.
But
will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
these twisted games we're playing
"Don't
say that Ginny!" Hermione cried.
"Voldemort's too powerful.
Don't worry, someone will get him."
"First the
Potters, then Jorkins, then Diggory, Dumbledore, …and now Harry." Ron muttered.
"He's bloody invincible or something!"
"That's what we thought about
Harry." Hermione said.
"C'mon, Ginny, let's all go inside."
Ginny was very subdued on the way into her
late husband's mansion, in Godric's Hollow.
Hermione and Ron were holding hands, exchanging worried glances at
Ginny.
"Do you really think she's going to
be alright?" Hermione asked her
husband, as they opened the doors and went inside.
We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What wild-eyed beast you be
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain
"Yes. After
awhile. She'll be fine. We'll just let her visit us a lot. She works in London, Flourish and Blotts
will have her working. When she's gets
off, she'll just come and here and do as she did when Harry got back from
Quidditch."
"I suppose you're right."
Will I hold you again?
Will I hold?
Hermione looked at Ginny.
She was looking at a picture of when she and Harry first got
married. Smiling and waving, Harry
looked so young and alive. And now,
Ginny thought. Dead. Flipping through
the pages of the photo album she saw more and more pictures.
Ginny sat
down and picked up a photo album. On
the first page was a picture of herself and Harry on their Wedding day. They
smiled and waved, Harry looked so alive and young, now, Ginny thought. Dead.
She flipped through the pages and found more pictures.
Look at us spinning out in
The madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like a devil
In a church in the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down
In his Quidditch Robes
for the Chudley Cannons. Visiting Ron
and the Ministry. On Holiday in
Majorca. That was it; Ginny threw the
photo album to the ground. She hated
pictures. She hated Voldemort.
The years passed. Ten years later, Ginny turned thirty-five
years old. And Voldemort was finally
defeated. Ginny celebrated.
The Space Between
Where you're smiling high
Is where you'll find me if I get to go
The Space Between
The bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into...
The Space Between
Our wicked lies
is where we hope to keep safe from pain
Hermione was the first female Minister of
Magic. Ron quit the Ministry and he
joined Chudley Cannos as their Keeper, in honour of Harry. Phoebe Guadalupe Weasley was born to them
that March.
Take my hand
'Cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need here
Harry's position was filled by
Ginny herself, even though she usually played Chaser. Ginny would never forget Harry. How could she? And she always missed him.
The Space Between
What's wrong and right
is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time
The Space Between...
Ginny learned from Harry
to always Carpe Diem, and she thought of him everyday. Not the sadness anymore, but the good
memories. Everyday she would look at
that picture of him. Everyday she would
look at that picture of him - the one from their wedding - and visit his
grave.
Until, finally, one cold April
morning, Ginny met Harry again. From
the Space Between.
A/N- DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried
to deathly make that as sad as I most possibly could. Because I can! Sorry
about the lines getting all messed up.
Oh well. {~~~~Shankz~~~~~}
