Author Name: Ginny
Title: Forever
Category: Romance/Drama
Summery: It's the start of the summer after Harry's seventh and last year at Hogwarts, and he's been invited to the Burrow to spend the summer, but a strange virus takes hold of Ginny, while many questions need to be answered. Why does his heart cry? Will she ever fly away? What IS Colin's problem, anyway?!
Main Characters: Harry, Ginny, Colin, (H/G)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sorry to announce, I do not own any of the characters in this story, JK Rowling and Warner Bros do. The plot of this story was inspired by the movie "Moulin Rouge". I hope you enjoy it!
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Days had passed since the death of his only love. For some reason, the sun didn't seem to glow within it's radiance anymore, and the stars seemed to loose it's breath-taking beauty. He knew in his heart that no one had been hurt as much as he had... Ever since Ginny left, she had taken a part of him with her.
His two best friends had tried their best over those exhausting first few days, but he found himself shutting them out... Shutting the word out from his pain. He refused to talk since her passing, and he hadn't since. He knew in his mind how Ginny would have hated to see him like this, but Harry couldn't help it... His life seemed to loose it's meaning each time the sun set.
He felt his heart grow cold, his skin pale and his once sparkling emerald eyes dull slowly. His life felt suddenly like a withering flower, which had once been the brightest of them all in its happiness, and then it's very heart savagely torn from its figure to pass. To suffer painful, meaningless and agonizing days alone for eternity.
Forever.
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It had been the morning before the last day at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry- Harry being just 17. The entire school had gathered together in the Great Hall for a celebration to honor the 7th, and last years that were off to find a new life for themselves in the wide wizarding world.
"So you two are coming to spend the summer?" Ron said, with that same boyish grin spreading across his face.
"Of course," Hermione said, smiling also.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Harry answered.
Most of that day passed quickly. Last goodbyes were said, fond memories shared and according to Hermione- last minute extra credit was put into good use, disregarding Ron's loud protests.
As the day slowly came to its end, Harry gave a saddened sigh, lying on his bed in the boy's dormitory, soft snores filling the thin cold night air. I'll sure miss this place, he thought to himself wistfully as Hedwig silently swept into the room, the light of the moon flickering as her ghostly figure perched beside his four-poster bed.
The bright morning sun rose into the sky that next day, hundreds upon hundreds of voices filled the air as hurried last minute farewells were spoken, the thick crowd of students slowly pushing their way onto the large red painted Hogwarts Express. Harry slid his way past a group of laughing Ravenclaws, looking into each compartment carefully, for anyone he knew. His knees went strangely weak when he noticed a girl sitting there, with an old battered book propped up in her lap. His mouth opened, and closed silently like a goldfish, his mind racing with a thousand different ways to start up a conversation.
But before he could get anything sensible out, she looked up, her soft brown eyes glittering with the brilliant light of the sun, as the train slowly lurched forward.
"Hello Harry," she spoke quietly, with the same familiar soft voice of the younger girl he had always felt he had known.
"Could I. Sit with you Ginny?" a smile spread across her freckled face as she nodded a yes, sliding over next to the window so she could set her bag down next to her, clearing a seat for him.
Harry sat across from her as she began reading her small, tattered, hand-me- down book once more. He watched her, embedding every detail of her soft skin, to quick, observant eyes. Inside, he could see her dark shadowed pain reflecting in her light innocent eyes. His heart would clench when he remembered all the times he had pushed her away, passed her by and blatantly forgotten her existence. Harry was the cause of her pain, her suffering, but above all else- her broken heart.
As he sat, staring at her, vibrant Weasley flaming hair, freckle dotted skin and soft understanding cinnamon eyes, Harry could slowly feel his long denied feelings surface in a greater power then he had ever imagined.
"Harry? HARRY!" He was suddenly startled out of his river of thoughts by an amused - looking Ron, standing at the doorway with an unusually happy smirk plastered on his face. Must have been snogging Hermione again by the look of it, Harry thought airily.
"Yes?"
"Time to go - Hermione is already outside waiting with mum!" Harry stood, and made his way toward the doorway of the compartment. Ginny looked down and stared fixedly at her tattered old book, her eyes beginning to redden from the stare.
"Guess I'll er. See you at your house, then?" Harry tried, standing with one hand mindlessly grasping the edge of the frame of the door. She looked up at him, and smiled.
"Yes, I suppose so."
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Ginny sighed, the tears threatening to fall for the second time that day. Countless times she had told herself not to cry anymore over him, but it just wouldn't work anymore. She gathered her things quickly onto a cart, and pushed through the thick crowd of Hogwarts students unnoticed.
Invisible once again, she thought sadly, scanning the crowd for any familiar shades of bright red hair.
"Hi Ginny," she turned around, startled by who stood in front of her. Colin Creevey smirked, "So is everything set up? Don't mean to sound rude, but you had said I could visit you this summer, and I asked my parents if I could come with you after the train."
Ginny sighed inwardly to herself, grasping the metal handle on the cart tightly. She knew Colin really took no intrest in her at all, and maybe the only reason he had ever even considered going over her house, was because he had overheard her older brother Ron talking about Hermione and Harry visiting. Yes, Colin still looked up to Harry, but not as publicly as he used to.
Suddenly, without any warning, her skin grew hotter, and the air around her become scarcer. Not again, oh please, Ginny thought desperately.
"So can I come over?" Ginny quickly nodded him off, and Colin began to race off to where her family stood waiting over by the exit to the train station. The poor girl tried as hard as she could to struggle with her things and keep from collapsing onto the stone pavement. Ginny began coughing and breathing heavily as her lungs closed in.
The crowd became one black mixed blur, with Ginny struggling to breathe and stay upright with a painful force. The last thing she saw was her older brother Fred, coming toward her. That's when she fainted- falling into his long unsuspecting arms.
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"Will she be alright?" Molly Weasley whispered softly, looking down at her one and only daughter, feeling herself shake on the verge of hysterics.
The doctor shook his head slowly, "I am sorry Mrs. Weasley. But all we can do is wait this virus out. The poor girl needs rest."
The aged woman stood for a moment, her reddened eyes glancing down at her daughter, tears sliding down her cheeks. Ginny took a shuddering breath in, then tried to sit up, blinking from the sharp sunlight. Her mother sniffed and pushed Ginny quickly back down into bed as the doctor left swept through her bedroom door, pressing past the worried - looking red headed brothers.
"Is she alright?"
"Did she die??"
"SHE CAN'T DIE FRED!!"
"Will she be alright, SOON?!?!"
Harry looked over the shoulder of his best friend Ron, feeling his eyes burn and his hands shake. Ginny was coughing painfully into a napkin, her skin ghostly pale and her lips turning a light blue. Mrs. Weasley looked worried, but forced herself to shoo all her boys, including Harry, Hermione and Colin, out of the room and into the hall. The last thing Harry saw was Ginny coughing horribly into a napkin. For one wild moment, he thought he had seen the white napkin turn a shade of red.
"The doctor said she needs rest!" Molly yelled over the noise angrily, shutting the bedroom door quickly, closing Harry off from any further inspections. "Ginny will be fine by tonight. Now everyone downstairs for lunch."
Hours past, and Harry felt sick with worry. He noticed Ron and his brothers visibly forcing their worry for Ginny internally to the back of their minds, wordlessly denying the fact anything really horrible was wrong with her, and she would recover in a few quick days. To distract them, George wildly suggested a rousing game of Quidditch. Harry slowly gave in, and the five boys made their way across the back yard and to the space of land where they could fly safely low without any other muggles around for bother.
"SCORE!" Ron yelled loudly as the quaffle swept past Harry for the thousandth time. Harry stared at the ground, in no mood for any games that day. Fred and George hovered worriedly on the spot, but where was Colin? Harry turned to see the younger blonde haired boy walking back up to the tall house. The four boys dismounted their brooms, and followed quickly after him. Hermione, who had been sitting quietly with her Advanced After- Class Charms, book under a large oak tree, stood as well catching up with the group.
"Hey Colin!" Ron reached him first at the back of their door, looking curiously at the shorter more timid boy. "Where are you off to in the middle of our game?"
"I was. Um. Going to check on how Ginny was doing," he responded. Harry suddenly felt his heart clench, slapping himself mentally. How could I have not gone to see how Ginny was, myself? How? I have to go see if she's all right. But Colin had pressed past them all, walking back in through the house in search of the girl that had stolen Harry's heart away.
For a moment, he felt himself glare after the younger boy, feeling a strange burning inside his heart screaming to get out. I can't be jealous. It's not like Colin is going out with Ginny, Harry thought reassuringly to himself. But he didn't know that now did he? Colin could be going up to hold her. Touch her. Kiss her. Harry shivered involuntarily, feeling the same anger flame inside him with a powerful vengeance.
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The jealousy will drive you
Will drive you
MAD
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
IT'S MORE THEN I CAN STAND
Why does my heart cry
Feelings I can't fight
You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please, believe me when I say
I LOVE YOU
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A slow creak of the floorboard announced his presence, and Ginny swiveled around in her chair, looking a bit startled. The young blonde haired boy ran his sharp eyes down her features, and then strode purposely into her room. Ginny sighed.
"Colin. Not to be rude or anything. But I'd like to be alone for a moment," she whispered, half to reassure herself. But the boy didn't seem perturbed by her sudden desire to shun him.
"That's alright. I only came to see how you were," he answered, grabbing her arm almost forcefully. Ginny stared at the aged floorboards of her room unemotionally. She knew in her heart she could never really love Colin like he thought she did. But to break someone's heart. To shatter someone's dreams. No, Ginny thought to herself, I will never hurt someone like Harry hurt me. Not ever.
"Yes Colin," she forced out as the hold on her arm grew painfully tighter.
"Don't," he hissed in her ear, "Ever tell me to leave." Tears glazed her eyes, but she merely nodded silently. Oh someone, she thought warily, someone please help me. Save me from my own horrors.
"I hope you feel better Ginny," Colin said, his voice growing eerily softer after a while, then released her of the painful hold on her flushed arm, and walked out the door as if nothing had ever happened.
Ginny sat back on the wooden chair in her room, running her slender fingers over the aging lines of the table in front of her. Her soft brown eyes became distant as she felt her body beginning to pull back from its strength once more. This sickness had taken her a while before. But no one really minded it as something important. It scared her though. It scared her that this virus could be killing her slowly inside, and she'd never told Harry how she really felt before.
"I promised myself I would tell him. Tell him before I die," Ginny whispered her thoughts aloud, watching the sun dip down below the line of the trees as the cool icy breath of the wind reached it's way through her opened window. A faint smile crossed her face as she surrendered to the moment - Forgetting all her troubles.
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I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin?
To live again
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love to for me
When will love be through with me?
Why leave live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
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Title: Forever
Category: Romance/Drama
Summery: It's the start of the summer after Harry's seventh and last year at Hogwarts, and he's been invited to the Burrow to spend the summer, but a strange virus takes hold of Ginny, while many questions need to be answered. Why does his heart cry? Will she ever fly away? What IS Colin's problem, anyway?!
Main Characters: Harry, Ginny, Colin, (H/G)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sorry to announce, I do not own any of the characters in this story, JK Rowling and Warner Bros do. The plot of this story was inspired by the movie "Moulin Rouge". I hope you enjoy it!
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Days had passed since the death of his only love. For some reason, the sun didn't seem to glow within it's radiance anymore, and the stars seemed to loose it's breath-taking beauty. He knew in his heart that no one had been hurt as much as he had... Ever since Ginny left, she had taken a part of him with her.
His two best friends had tried their best over those exhausting first few days, but he found himself shutting them out... Shutting the word out from his pain. He refused to talk since her passing, and he hadn't since. He knew in his mind how Ginny would have hated to see him like this, but Harry couldn't help it... His life seemed to loose it's meaning each time the sun set.
He felt his heart grow cold, his skin pale and his once sparkling emerald eyes dull slowly. His life felt suddenly like a withering flower, which had once been the brightest of them all in its happiness, and then it's very heart savagely torn from its figure to pass. To suffer painful, meaningless and agonizing days alone for eternity.
Forever.
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It had been the morning before the last day at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry- Harry being just 17. The entire school had gathered together in the Great Hall for a celebration to honor the 7th, and last years that were off to find a new life for themselves in the wide wizarding world.
"So you two are coming to spend the summer?" Ron said, with that same boyish grin spreading across his face.
"Of course," Hermione said, smiling also.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Harry answered.
Most of that day passed quickly. Last goodbyes were said, fond memories shared and according to Hermione- last minute extra credit was put into good use, disregarding Ron's loud protests.
As the day slowly came to its end, Harry gave a saddened sigh, lying on his bed in the boy's dormitory, soft snores filling the thin cold night air. I'll sure miss this place, he thought to himself wistfully as Hedwig silently swept into the room, the light of the moon flickering as her ghostly figure perched beside his four-poster bed.
The bright morning sun rose into the sky that next day, hundreds upon hundreds of voices filled the air as hurried last minute farewells were spoken, the thick crowd of students slowly pushing their way onto the large red painted Hogwarts Express. Harry slid his way past a group of laughing Ravenclaws, looking into each compartment carefully, for anyone he knew. His knees went strangely weak when he noticed a girl sitting there, with an old battered book propped up in her lap. His mouth opened, and closed silently like a goldfish, his mind racing with a thousand different ways to start up a conversation.
But before he could get anything sensible out, she looked up, her soft brown eyes glittering with the brilliant light of the sun, as the train slowly lurched forward.
"Hello Harry," she spoke quietly, with the same familiar soft voice of the younger girl he had always felt he had known.
"Could I. Sit with you Ginny?" a smile spread across her freckled face as she nodded a yes, sliding over next to the window so she could set her bag down next to her, clearing a seat for him.
Harry sat across from her as she began reading her small, tattered, hand-me- down book once more. He watched her, embedding every detail of her soft skin, to quick, observant eyes. Inside, he could see her dark shadowed pain reflecting in her light innocent eyes. His heart would clench when he remembered all the times he had pushed her away, passed her by and blatantly forgotten her existence. Harry was the cause of her pain, her suffering, but above all else- her broken heart.
As he sat, staring at her, vibrant Weasley flaming hair, freckle dotted skin and soft understanding cinnamon eyes, Harry could slowly feel his long denied feelings surface in a greater power then he had ever imagined.
"Harry? HARRY!" He was suddenly startled out of his river of thoughts by an amused - looking Ron, standing at the doorway with an unusually happy smirk plastered on his face. Must have been snogging Hermione again by the look of it, Harry thought airily.
"Yes?"
"Time to go - Hermione is already outside waiting with mum!" Harry stood, and made his way toward the doorway of the compartment. Ginny looked down and stared fixedly at her tattered old book, her eyes beginning to redden from the stare.
"Guess I'll er. See you at your house, then?" Harry tried, standing with one hand mindlessly grasping the edge of the frame of the door. She looked up at him, and smiled.
"Yes, I suppose so."
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Ginny sighed, the tears threatening to fall for the second time that day. Countless times she had told herself not to cry anymore over him, but it just wouldn't work anymore. She gathered her things quickly onto a cart, and pushed through the thick crowd of Hogwarts students unnoticed.
Invisible once again, she thought sadly, scanning the crowd for any familiar shades of bright red hair.
"Hi Ginny," she turned around, startled by who stood in front of her. Colin Creevey smirked, "So is everything set up? Don't mean to sound rude, but you had said I could visit you this summer, and I asked my parents if I could come with you after the train."
Ginny sighed inwardly to herself, grasping the metal handle on the cart tightly. She knew Colin really took no intrest in her at all, and maybe the only reason he had ever even considered going over her house, was because he had overheard her older brother Ron talking about Hermione and Harry visiting. Yes, Colin still looked up to Harry, but not as publicly as he used to.
Suddenly, without any warning, her skin grew hotter, and the air around her become scarcer. Not again, oh please, Ginny thought desperately.
"So can I come over?" Ginny quickly nodded him off, and Colin began to race off to where her family stood waiting over by the exit to the train station. The poor girl tried as hard as she could to struggle with her things and keep from collapsing onto the stone pavement. Ginny began coughing and breathing heavily as her lungs closed in.
The crowd became one black mixed blur, with Ginny struggling to breathe and stay upright with a painful force. The last thing she saw was her older brother Fred, coming toward her. That's when she fainted- falling into his long unsuspecting arms.
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"Will she be alright?" Molly Weasley whispered softly, looking down at her one and only daughter, feeling herself shake on the verge of hysterics.
The doctor shook his head slowly, "I am sorry Mrs. Weasley. But all we can do is wait this virus out. The poor girl needs rest."
The aged woman stood for a moment, her reddened eyes glancing down at her daughter, tears sliding down her cheeks. Ginny took a shuddering breath in, then tried to sit up, blinking from the sharp sunlight. Her mother sniffed and pushed Ginny quickly back down into bed as the doctor left swept through her bedroom door, pressing past the worried - looking red headed brothers.
"Is she alright?"
"Did she die??"
"SHE CAN'T DIE FRED!!"
"Will she be alright, SOON?!?!"
Harry looked over the shoulder of his best friend Ron, feeling his eyes burn and his hands shake. Ginny was coughing painfully into a napkin, her skin ghostly pale and her lips turning a light blue. Mrs. Weasley looked worried, but forced herself to shoo all her boys, including Harry, Hermione and Colin, out of the room and into the hall. The last thing Harry saw was Ginny coughing horribly into a napkin. For one wild moment, he thought he had seen the white napkin turn a shade of red.
"The doctor said she needs rest!" Molly yelled over the noise angrily, shutting the bedroom door quickly, closing Harry off from any further inspections. "Ginny will be fine by tonight. Now everyone downstairs for lunch."
Hours past, and Harry felt sick with worry. He noticed Ron and his brothers visibly forcing their worry for Ginny internally to the back of their minds, wordlessly denying the fact anything really horrible was wrong with her, and she would recover in a few quick days. To distract them, George wildly suggested a rousing game of Quidditch. Harry slowly gave in, and the five boys made their way across the back yard and to the space of land where they could fly safely low without any other muggles around for bother.
"SCORE!" Ron yelled loudly as the quaffle swept past Harry for the thousandth time. Harry stared at the ground, in no mood for any games that day. Fred and George hovered worriedly on the spot, but where was Colin? Harry turned to see the younger blonde haired boy walking back up to the tall house. The four boys dismounted their brooms, and followed quickly after him. Hermione, who had been sitting quietly with her Advanced After- Class Charms, book under a large oak tree, stood as well catching up with the group.
"Hey Colin!" Ron reached him first at the back of their door, looking curiously at the shorter more timid boy. "Where are you off to in the middle of our game?"
"I was. Um. Going to check on how Ginny was doing," he responded. Harry suddenly felt his heart clench, slapping himself mentally. How could I have not gone to see how Ginny was, myself? How? I have to go see if she's all right. But Colin had pressed past them all, walking back in through the house in search of the girl that had stolen Harry's heart away.
For a moment, he felt himself glare after the younger boy, feeling a strange burning inside his heart screaming to get out. I can't be jealous. It's not like Colin is going out with Ginny, Harry thought reassuringly to himself. But he didn't know that now did he? Colin could be going up to hold her. Touch her. Kiss her. Harry shivered involuntarily, feeling the same anger flame inside him with a powerful vengeance.
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The jealousy will drive you
Will drive you
MAD
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
IT'S MORE THEN I CAN STAND
Why does my heart cry
Feelings I can't fight
You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please, believe me when I say
I LOVE YOU
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A slow creak of the floorboard announced his presence, and Ginny swiveled around in her chair, looking a bit startled. The young blonde haired boy ran his sharp eyes down her features, and then strode purposely into her room. Ginny sighed.
"Colin. Not to be rude or anything. But I'd like to be alone for a moment," she whispered, half to reassure herself. But the boy didn't seem perturbed by her sudden desire to shun him.
"That's alright. I only came to see how you were," he answered, grabbing her arm almost forcefully. Ginny stared at the aged floorboards of her room unemotionally. She knew in her heart she could never really love Colin like he thought she did. But to break someone's heart. To shatter someone's dreams. No, Ginny thought to herself, I will never hurt someone like Harry hurt me. Not ever.
"Yes Colin," she forced out as the hold on her arm grew painfully tighter.
"Don't," he hissed in her ear, "Ever tell me to leave." Tears glazed her eyes, but she merely nodded silently. Oh someone, she thought warily, someone please help me. Save me from my own horrors.
"I hope you feel better Ginny," Colin said, his voice growing eerily softer after a while, then released her of the painful hold on her flushed arm, and walked out the door as if nothing had ever happened.
Ginny sat back on the wooden chair in her room, running her slender fingers over the aging lines of the table in front of her. Her soft brown eyes became distant as she felt her body beginning to pull back from its strength once more. This sickness had taken her a while before. But no one really minded it as something important. It scared her though. It scared her that this virus could be killing her slowly inside, and she'd never told Harry how she really felt before.
"I promised myself I would tell him. Tell him before I die," Ginny whispered her thoughts aloud, watching the sun dip down below the line of the trees as the cool icy breath of the wind reached it's way through her opened window. A faint smile crossed her face as she surrendered to the moment - Forgetting all her troubles.
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I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin?
To live again
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love to for me
When will love be through with me?
Why leave live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
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