Chapter 3 - Love Always lingers
Ginny Weasley put down the copy of the wizarding magazine she had been reading, (Essential House-witch) that had included a rather impersonal account of the life of one Harry Potter. She starred at the artists drawing on the front cover; it looked nothing like how she remembered him.
She smiled slightly, caught off guard by the baby dwelling inside her; she looked around the small apartment that she called home. The many smiling faces that donned her walls, friends, family, and a certain distinctive lack of a Mr. Potter.
After Harry's death she decided to put him as far away from her heart as possible. It was true she had loved him; yet he continued to ignore her, brush her aside, right up to his dying day.
Near the end he'd been dedicated to another, who he never said. Ginny had often tried to find out, but to no avail. Leaning back and closing her eyes, lost unto the world, with only her thoughts and memories to accompany her.
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Why, why, of all the people in the world, why did I have to fall for him? I mean I'm happy now, getting by, but I'm not in love, just peaceful co- existence.
I miss his smiling face, that cheeky grin, the way he always made my heart race and my mind throb.
He was my friend, yet I was always shunned, I gave him my heart, yet got nothing in return. I adored him, I don't even recall when it went from a schoolgirl crush to full frontal passion, but he never seemed to notice.
I'd have died for him if I'd only being there. But no I go on living a lie, a happy peaceful family life. I still dream of him coming to take me away on his broom, soaring away from this face only bliss. To wherever true passion may lurk.
Now don't get me wrong, Neville's a great guy and everything, he provides for me and does all the things a great husband should. But yet. no love, well the physical stuff of course, but not the inside, kind, invisible to the eye, sensed only by the heart.
He always wanted a huge family. I refused naturally, I didn't want any ties in case Harry came back. I was kidding myself, he's dead. I've never really accepted it, my heart still just says that he's gone on a long holiday he'll be back.
I suppose this baby, will symbolise me, letting go, turning off my feelings for Harry and settling into a happy home life. Oh how I wish it could be different. It's not like it's a lot to ask.
I'm stuck in a trap now, an ever-enclosing circle of despair. There's no getting out, no knight in shining armour will come and rescue me. I don't know what happened that night. I've gone ten years without hearing the details, as long as I don't know there's still hope, still a faint bit.
I can't ignore my heart; these feelings for a dead man will always remain. But I can live alongside them, only half living, but yet not really dying, just lying, dormant waiting.
But then I might as well be dead for Harry is dead and that means he can't save me.
I'm falling, falling, falling further into a life I don't want to lead. I can't go back without destroying, hope and all it stands for in everyone I love. Yet the further I go the harder it becomes to escape.
Why, why Harry, why did he have to die? Why did I never tell him how I really felt? Surly he didn't need to sacrifice himself for the sake of us; there must have been another way?
I will find a way, for these feelings will never leave me, these memories will always taunt me, yet what am I to do but wait, hope that somehow, against all odds, the impossible can be made!!
***** A/N ok very strange, the thoughts of a very tormented mind, (can you tell I'm doing a lot of experimenting with this story,) Input is always appreciated even flames, (I am always cold they come in useful, and toast pretty good marshmallows as well) so you've read this far go on, tell me I suck I admire your honesty. Now hmmmmmmmmm who to visit next and how to do it, let me see, the twins I think, well wait and see, come back soon. Byeeee
Ginny Weasley put down the copy of the wizarding magazine she had been reading, (Essential House-witch) that had included a rather impersonal account of the life of one Harry Potter. She starred at the artists drawing on the front cover; it looked nothing like how she remembered him.
She smiled slightly, caught off guard by the baby dwelling inside her; she looked around the small apartment that she called home. The many smiling faces that donned her walls, friends, family, and a certain distinctive lack of a Mr. Potter.
After Harry's death she decided to put him as far away from her heart as possible. It was true she had loved him; yet he continued to ignore her, brush her aside, right up to his dying day.
Near the end he'd been dedicated to another, who he never said. Ginny had often tried to find out, but to no avail. Leaning back and closing her eyes, lost unto the world, with only her thoughts and memories to accompany her.
*****
Why, why, of all the people in the world, why did I have to fall for him? I mean I'm happy now, getting by, but I'm not in love, just peaceful co- existence.
I miss his smiling face, that cheeky grin, the way he always made my heart race and my mind throb.
He was my friend, yet I was always shunned, I gave him my heart, yet got nothing in return. I adored him, I don't even recall when it went from a schoolgirl crush to full frontal passion, but he never seemed to notice.
I'd have died for him if I'd only being there. But no I go on living a lie, a happy peaceful family life. I still dream of him coming to take me away on his broom, soaring away from this face only bliss. To wherever true passion may lurk.
Now don't get me wrong, Neville's a great guy and everything, he provides for me and does all the things a great husband should. But yet. no love, well the physical stuff of course, but not the inside, kind, invisible to the eye, sensed only by the heart.
He always wanted a huge family. I refused naturally, I didn't want any ties in case Harry came back. I was kidding myself, he's dead. I've never really accepted it, my heart still just says that he's gone on a long holiday he'll be back.
I suppose this baby, will symbolise me, letting go, turning off my feelings for Harry and settling into a happy home life. Oh how I wish it could be different. It's not like it's a lot to ask.
I'm stuck in a trap now, an ever-enclosing circle of despair. There's no getting out, no knight in shining armour will come and rescue me. I don't know what happened that night. I've gone ten years without hearing the details, as long as I don't know there's still hope, still a faint bit.
I can't ignore my heart; these feelings for a dead man will always remain. But I can live alongside them, only half living, but yet not really dying, just lying, dormant waiting.
But then I might as well be dead for Harry is dead and that means he can't save me.
I'm falling, falling, falling further into a life I don't want to lead. I can't go back without destroying, hope and all it stands for in everyone I love. Yet the further I go the harder it becomes to escape.
Why, why Harry, why did he have to die? Why did I never tell him how I really felt? Surly he didn't need to sacrifice himself for the sake of us; there must have been another way?
I will find a way, for these feelings will never leave me, these memories will always taunt me, yet what am I to do but wait, hope that somehow, against all odds, the impossible can be made!!
***** A/N ok very strange, the thoughts of a very tormented mind, (can you tell I'm doing a lot of experimenting with this story,) Input is always appreciated even flames, (I am always cold they come in useful, and toast pretty good marshmallows as well) so you've read this far go on, tell me I suck I admire your honesty. Now hmmmmmmmmm who to visit next and how to do it, let me see, the twins I think, well wait and see, come back soon. Byeeee
