Calm the storms that drench my eyes
Dry the streams still flowing
Cast down all the waves of sin
And guilt that over throw me
- Jars of clay "Flood"
Harry woke with a start his scar was burning , and he was covered in cold sweat.
He decided to go for a walk in the garden. He silently pulled a robe over his head and tip toed out of the room so as not to wake Ron. He crept down the stairs and out the back door.
As his feet touched the cold concrete he pattered quietly to the bench and sat down. He thought about last year when Cedric died. It was all his fault.
"Harry I know how it feels," He looked up and standing there on the garden walk was Ginny. " I know how the guilt can eat at you until one thing just rests in your mind. That thing is 'It's all my fault, It's. all. my. fault." She was standing there looking at him. She walked over and sat next to him. "Harry, I know I sound foolish but hear me out. I just wanted you to know that there is someone here to talk to. In fact you can talk to me any time. I may not know exactly how it is at the Dursley's but I can relate in the opposite way. I get too much attention. They treat me like a baby. I mean a boy can't talk to me without Fred or Ron researching him and determining weather they like him or not. I just wish I could have some freedom." She finished this and was near tears.
"Ginny don't cry. I know what you mean and you didn't sound foolish at all"
Harry put his arm around her and gave her a small hug.
She hugged him back then looked into his eyes those deep pools full of sorrow, anger, guilt, and love. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed him back with passion. They walked hand in hand in side.
Dry the streams still flowing
Cast down all the waves of sin
And guilt that over throw me
- Jars of clay "Flood"
Harry woke with a start his scar was burning , and he was covered in cold sweat.
He decided to go for a walk in the garden. He silently pulled a robe over his head and tip toed out of the room so as not to wake Ron. He crept down the stairs and out the back door.
As his feet touched the cold concrete he pattered quietly to the bench and sat down. He thought about last year when Cedric died. It was all his fault.
"Harry I know how it feels," He looked up and standing there on the garden walk was Ginny. " I know how the guilt can eat at you until one thing just rests in your mind. That thing is 'It's all my fault, It's. all. my. fault." She was standing there looking at him. She walked over and sat next to him. "Harry, I know I sound foolish but hear me out. I just wanted you to know that there is someone here to talk to. In fact you can talk to me any time. I may not know exactly how it is at the Dursley's but I can relate in the opposite way. I get too much attention. They treat me like a baby. I mean a boy can't talk to me without Fred or Ron researching him and determining weather they like him or not. I just wish I could have some freedom." She finished this and was near tears.
"Ginny don't cry. I know what you mean and you didn't sound foolish at all"
Harry put his arm around her and gave her a small hug.
She hugged him back then looked into his eyes those deep pools full of sorrow, anger, guilt, and love. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed him back with passion. They walked hand in hand in side.