bAN- HI I wrote this fic for school but I was thinking of Harry Potter
when I wrote it. Flames welcome as they will be use to burn the Dursleys
and Voldemort with once I have finished with them in my other fic./B
IDisclaimer- I own NOTHING except the plot.
WARNING: Contains Attempted Suicide and mentions of Character Death/I
Her brown eyes were filled with pools of tears, The water flowed over the swollen red rims of her eyes. Catching in her eyelashes before flowing down her cheek.
Her face was drawn, pale and tear stained. Her thick red hair was pulled back from her face, her cheeks were thin, she hadn't eaten since it happened. Pain echoed in her eyes.
He was gone, forever, she would never see his messy black hair, or smiling emerald eyes again, He was dead, killed as he saved the world from the darkest wizard to ever live, Lord Voldemort. Harry Potter had sacrificed his life and happiness for the wizarding world.
She was curled up on a seat, crying, she had loved him and now he was gone. Her face was buried into the black material of the chair, everything she wore was black, but her normally well fitting clothes swam on her skinny figure.
Tears ran down her face and she stood and made her way from the great hall to the kitchens, she reached forwards to the picture that conceled the kitchens.
As she walked into the kitchens she barely noticed the white walls and the grey tiled floor, she ignored Dobby the house elf sleeping on the floor.
She went over and picked a knife from the wodden table, the metal of the handle was cool under her hand.
Tears poured down her face but she still made no sound. A sad half smile appeared on her face, she had what she wanted, she tested the blade. A drop of blood slid down her finger.
She stared at the knife, her eyes unblinking, she stepped back, holding onto the wall, she slid down, till she was sitting on the floor.
She held the knife in her hand. Her heartbeat quickened, she was afraid, she didn't want to die, but there was no living without him, she felt it was her only choice.
Her grip on the knife tightened, as though she felt someone would take it from her.
She gritted her teeth and tore the knife across her left wrist, over and over again.
The blade bit into her veins, tearing her wrist apart, the pain was almost unbearable, her arm felt as if it was on fire, she dropped the knife. She could see the blood running from her veins, feel the life flowing out of her, gathering on the grey tiles.
Her breathing was hard, she was becoming dizzy, her body couldn't stand the loss of blood. Her vision was clouding and she slumped further onto the floor. Unconcious and barely breathing she heard Dobby cry out before she blacked out completely. Ten years later she stood in a graveyard facing his grave, her eyes did not cry but showed the pain and regret she felt. The black marble headstone read the name of the man she had loved, the man she still loved, even after his death.
Harry Potter had sacrificed himself when he was just Seventeen, a adult in the eyes of the wizarding world, the protections that had protected him since he had become the boy who lived had been lifted, it was his choice and his choice only to face Voldemort, and he had died for it.
She stared at the graves, remembering. The guilt she felt, overwhelming her, she glanced at the ground, the black shirt she wore was pulled down to cover her arms, the scars she still hid from the day after his funeral. The day she tried to kill herself.
The man she now loved placed his arms around her waist, and they turned away from the grave together, another grave came into view, she knew that grave, it belonged to Ginny Weasley.
It was her grave.
Together the ghosts of Ginny and Harry walked away, into the darkness.
IDisclaimer- I own NOTHING except the plot.
WARNING: Contains Attempted Suicide and mentions of Character Death/I
Her brown eyes were filled with pools of tears, The water flowed over the swollen red rims of her eyes. Catching in her eyelashes before flowing down her cheek.
Her face was drawn, pale and tear stained. Her thick red hair was pulled back from her face, her cheeks were thin, she hadn't eaten since it happened. Pain echoed in her eyes.
He was gone, forever, she would never see his messy black hair, or smiling emerald eyes again, He was dead, killed as he saved the world from the darkest wizard to ever live, Lord Voldemort. Harry Potter had sacrificed his life and happiness for the wizarding world.
She was curled up on a seat, crying, she had loved him and now he was gone. Her face was buried into the black material of the chair, everything she wore was black, but her normally well fitting clothes swam on her skinny figure.
Tears ran down her face and she stood and made her way from the great hall to the kitchens, she reached forwards to the picture that conceled the kitchens.
As she walked into the kitchens she barely noticed the white walls and the grey tiled floor, she ignored Dobby the house elf sleeping on the floor.
She went over and picked a knife from the wodden table, the metal of the handle was cool under her hand.
Tears poured down her face but she still made no sound. A sad half smile appeared on her face, she had what she wanted, she tested the blade. A drop of blood slid down her finger.
She stared at the knife, her eyes unblinking, she stepped back, holding onto the wall, she slid down, till she was sitting on the floor.
She held the knife in her hand. Her heartbeat quickened, she was afraid, she didn't want to die, but there was no living without him, she felt it was her only choice.
Her grip on the knife tightened, as though she felt someone would take it from her.
She gritted her teeth and tore the knife across her left wrist, over and over again.
The blade bit into her veins, tearing her wrist apart, the pain was almost unbearable, her arm felt as if it was on fire, she dropped the knife. She could see the blood running from her veins, feel the life flowing out of her, gathering on the grey tiles.
Her breathing was hard, she was becoming dizzy, her body couldn't stand the loss of blood. Her vision was clouding and she slumped further onto the floor. Unconcious and barely breathing she heard Dobby cry out before she blacked out completely. Ten years later she stood in a graveyard facing his grave, her eyes did not cry but showed the pain and regret she felt. The black marble headstone read the name of the man she had loved, the man she still loved, even after his death.
Harry Potter had sacrificed himself when he was just Seventeen, a adult in the eyes of the wizarding world, the protections that had protected him since he had become the boy who lived had been lifted, it was his choice and his choice only to face Voldemort, and he had died for it.
She stared at the graves, remembering. The guilt she felt, overwhelming her, she glanced at the ground, the black shirt she wore was pulled down to cover her arms, the scars she still hid from the day after his funeral. The day she tried to kill herself.
The man she now loved placed his arms around her waist, and they turned away from the grave together, another grave came into view, she knew that grave, it belonged to Ginny Weasley.
It was her grave.
Together the ghosts of Ginny and Harry walked away, into the darkness.