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HOLD YOU UNTIL I DIE
Chapter twelve: I'd Die For You
As Ginny went up to her room that night, she was sure that Harry would say her name. Before she went to bed, she placed the dress back in her wardrobe and placed the necklace around her neck. She was so excited as she jumped into bed that it took forever for her to actually drift to sleep.
Ginny found herself in the gazebo. She stood up and looked about for Harry. He was near the lake, skipping stones contentedly. Ginny ran up to him.
"Harry!" she called.
Harry turned just as Ginny ran into his arms.
"Tell me my name," Ginny pleaded, holding tightly to him.
"I don't know it," Harry assured her. "I'd give anything to know it."
"You do know it," Ginny told him, slightly pulling away. "Look into your heart. What does your heart say?"
Harry ran his fingers through her hair as his eyes scanned her face. He slowly shook his head.
"You won't be able to see it," Ginny said urgently. "Just tell me what your heart says. Who do you want me to be?"
Harry closed his eyes and grimaced as if in pain. When his eyes opened again, he looked surprised and touched her cheek.
"Could you be?" Harry asked. "You're not, are you?"
"Yes, I am," Ginny insisted, tears streaming form her eyes. "You know me. Now, say my name."
Harry paused and moment and then said, "Cho?"
Ginny's smile faded into a look of hurt and terror. She turned away from Harry, trying not to show the excruciating pain she felt deep inside.
"Cho, I've always loved you," Harry spouted. "It could only be you. Cho, are you all right?"
Ginny grabbed her chest and fell to her knees. She felt the necklace and clung to it, ripping it from her neck.
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Ginny awoke in her bed, bawling. She rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do. She was as good as dead and worse than that, Harry wanted another. It wasn't fair! It simply wasn't fair. She wished she had never gone to Voldemort in the first place. Voldemort?
Ginny got out of bed and pulled Tom Riddle's diary from her trunk. She opened it and quickly wrote, "Dark Lord, I must speak with you."
The room blurred around her. It turned to black. Ginny found herself traveling down the obsidian corridor. She ran to the door and pulled them open without knocking. Voldemort still sat on his throne.
"Why have you sought me?" he asked.
"Lord!" Ginny cried. "Harry has called me by another's name. Now, I'm going to die. Please, have pity on me. I don't want to die!"
There was silence from the dark throne. Tears streamed down Ginny's cheeks and her heart ached. She had so little time left until sunrise.
"Child," Voldemort began, "I do have a proposition for your life."
"Anything!" Ginny begged, bowing down.
"I have a gift for you," the Dark Lord said calmly.
Ginny looked up as Voldemort's stumpy minion came up to her. He took her hand and placed in it a dagger. The blade was thin and shaped as a lightening bolt, it's handle gold with black gems. The dagger felt warm in her hands.
"I don't understand," Ginny said, glancing up at the Dark Lord.
"It's simple," he began. "Plunge it into the heart of Harry Potter."
Ginny gasped and dropped the dagger.
"As his heart stops beating, his life energy will be transferred to you," Voldemort explained.
"I couldn't," Ginny choked out, glancing at the dagger.
"Virginia," Voldemort said, "how can you still love a boy who has lied to you. Don't you remember how he said it was you whom he wanted his dream to be? Then he turns around and said another girl's name. He had sentenced you to death."
Ginny reached for the dagger, then pulled away.
"He's not worth loving," Voldemort went on. "You don't need him. He's nothing but a cad. He used you. You gave him everything and he gave you death."
Ginny snatched the dagger and held it close to her chest.
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With dagger in hand, Ginny slowly made her way to the boys dormitories. As if she was in some kind of trance, she continued straight to Harry's room. She slowly opened the door and entered. Harry was laying in the last bed. Ginny walked over to him and raised the dagger over his sleeping body. Harry turned over, his hair falling away from his lightening scar. His lips curled into a handsome smile. Ginny's hand began shaking. She couldn't do it.
Ginny sat the dagger on Harry's bedside table and sat on the edge of his bed. She gently brushed his hair away from his kind face. Harry's eyelids twitched and then opened.
"W-who's there?" he sputtered, squinting around.
Ginny took his glasses and put them on him.
He adjusted them, sat up and said, "Ginny, what are you doing here?"
"I had to see you," Ginny told him, her eyes watering.
"It's a little late," Harry said, looking at his clock. "Couldn't you have waited until morning?"
"No," Ginny whispered. "Harry, I have to say that...that I'm not mad at you."
"Mad?" Harry asked in confusion. "Did I do something that I'm not aware of? If I did, I'm very sorry. I'd never want to do anything to make you mad."
"Tell me you'll never forget me," Ginny cried, throwing her arms around him.
"I won't," Harry told her casually.
"I love you more than anything," Ginny sniffled.
"I love you too," Harry replied, smiling.
Ginny shook her head as she pulled away.
"Ginny, what's the matter?" Harry asked, gently rubbing his hand against her cheek.
"I have to go to bed," Ginny said, forcing a smile. "Goodbye."
"See you tomorrow," Harry said. "And have good dreams."
Ginny nodded and got up from Harry's bed. She made her way out the door and to the girl's dormitories. This chill ran up her arms as she slowly walked down the hall. She tried to rub the chill away but only managed to make herself cry more. Entering her room, Ginny went over to her bed and lied down. She glanced out the window. There was a slight glow in the horizon. This was it.
"Goodbye, Harry," she whispered, closing her eyes.
A/N: Last chapter's coming up soon.
HOLD YOU UNTIL I DIE
Chapter twelve: I'd Die For You
As Ginny went up to her room that night, she was sure that Harry would say her name. Before she went to bed, she placed the dress back in her wardrobe and placed the necklace around her neck. She was so excited as she jumped into bed that it took forever for her to actually drift to sleep.
Ginny found herself in the gazebo. She stood up and looked about for Harry. He was near the lake, skipping stones contentedly. Ginny ran up to him.
"Harry!" she called.
Harry turned just as Ginny ran into his arms.
"Tell me my name," Ginny pleaded, holding tightly to him.
"I don't know it," Harry assured her. "I'd give anything to know it."
"You do know it," Ginny told him, slightly pulling away. "Look into your heart. What does your heart say?"
Harry ran his fingers through her hair as his eyes scanned her face. He slowly shook his head.
"You won't be able to see it," Ginny said urgently. "Just tell me what your heart says. Who do you want me to be?"
Harry closed his eyes and grimaced as if in pain. When his eyes opened again, he looked surprised and touched her cheek.
"Could you be?" Harry asked. "You're not, are you?"
"Yes, I am," Ginny insisted, tears streaming form her eyes. "You know me. Now, say my name."
Harry paused and moment and then said, "Cho?"
Ginny's smile faded into a look of hurt and terror. She turned away from Harry, trying not to show the excruciating pain she felt deep inside.
"Cho, I've always loved you," Harry spouted. "It could only be you. Cho, are you all right?"
Ginny grabbed her chest and fell to her knees. She felt the necklace and clung to it, ripping it from her neck.
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Ginny awoke in her bed, bawling. She rocked back and forth, not knowing what to do. She was as good as dead and worse than that, Harry wanted another. It wasn't fair! It simply wasn't fair. She wished she had never gone to Voldemort in the first place. Voldemort?
Ginny got out of bed and pulled Tom Riddle's diary from her trunk. She opened it and quickly wrote, "Dark Lord, I must speak with you."
The room blurred around her. It turned to black. Ginny found herself traveling down the obsidian corridor. She ran to the door and pulled them open without knocking. Voldemort still sat on his throne.
"Why have you sought me?" he asked.
"Lord!" Ginny cried. "Harry has called me by another's name. Now, I'm going to die. Please, have pity on me. I don't want to die!"
There was silence from the dark throne. Tears streamed down Ginny's cheeks and her heart ached. She had so little time left until sunrise.
"Child," Voldemort began, "I do have a proposition for your life."
"Anything!" Ginny begged, bowing down.
"I have a gift for you," the Dark Lord said calmly.
Ginny looked up as Voldemort's stumpy minion came up to her. He took her hand and placed in it a dagger. The blade was thin and shaped as a lightening bolt, it's handle gold with black gems. The dagger felt warm in her hands.
"I don't understand," Ginny said, glancing up at the Dark Lord.
"It's simple," he began. "Plunge it into the heart of Harry Potter."
Ginny gasped and dropped the dagger.
"As his heart stops beating, his life energy will be transferred to you," Voldemort explained.
"I couldn't," Ginny choked out, glancing at the dagger.
"Virginia," Voldemort said, "how can you still love a boy who has lied to you. Don't you remember how he said it was you whom he wanted his dream to be? Then he turns around and said another girl's name. He had sentenced you to death."
Ginny reached for the dagger, then pulled away.
"He's not worth loving," Voldemort went on. "You don't need him. He's nothing but a cad. He used you. You gave him everything and he gave you death."
Ginny snatched the dagger and held it close to her chest.
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With dagger in hand, Ginny slowly made her way to the boys dormitories. As if she was in some kind of trance, she continued straight to Harry's room. She slowly opened the door and entered. Harry was laying in the last bed. Ginny walked over to him and raised the dagger over his sleeping body. Harry turned over, his hair falling away from his lightening scar. His lips curled into a handsome smile. Ginny's hand began shaking. She couldn't do it.
Ginny sat the dagger on Harry's bedside table and sat on the edge of his bed. She gently brushed his hair away from his kind face. Harry's eyelids twitched and then opened.
"W-who's there?" he sputtered, squinting around.
Ginny took his glasses and put them on him.
He adjusted them, sat up and said, "Ginny, what are you doing here?"
"I had to see you," Ginny told him, her eyes watering.
"It's a little late," Harry said, looking at his clock. "Couldn't you have waited until morning?"
"No," Ginny whispered. "Harry, I have to say that...that I'm not mad at you."
"Mad?" Harry asked in confusion. "Did I do something that I'm not aware of? If I did, I'm very sorry. I'd never want to do anything to make you mad."
"Tell me you'll never forget me," Ginny cried, throwing her arms around him.
"I won't," Harry told her casually.
"I love you more than anything," Ginny sniffled.
"I love you too," Harry replied, smiling.
Ginny shook her head as she pulled away.
"Ginny, what's the matter?" Harry asked, gently rubbing his hand against her cheek.
"I have to go to bed," Ginny said, forcing a smile. "Goodbye."
"See you tomorrow," Harry said. "And have good dreams."
Ginny nodded and got up from Harry's bed. She made her way out the door and to the girl's dormitories. This chill ran up her arms as she slowly walked down the hall. She tried to rub the chill away but only managed to make herself cry more. Entering her room, Ginny went over to her bed and lied down. She glanced out the window. There was a slight glow in the horizon. This was it.
"Goodbye, Harry," she whispered, closing her eyes.
A/N: Last chapter's coming up soon.
