*~Okay, this is the last chapter and I'm just so sad! Just kidding, I've
got my new story out too but this one has been fun. Thanks to all of you
who read it and enjoyed it.~*
Dumbledore swept Ginny up into his arms, and summoned his phoenix, Fawkes, who sank his claws into Dumbledore's robes. Harry and Kylie had just enough time to grasp Dumbledore before Fawkes took flight and they were soaring up into the roof of the cave. Kylie was wondering where they would get out from, when Fawkes slipped out of a narrow crack in the ceiling. They found themselves outside in the cool, afternoon air, high above the mountain. Kylie would have enjoyed the refreshing ride had she not been so worried about Ginny's survival. They were soon flying over the village and in five minutes and flown right through the window into Dumbledore's office. Fawkes set them gently on the floor and then flapped over to his perch where he settled down for a nap. Dumbledore strode quickly up to his desk where he gently laid Ginny on the table. He rested his ear against her heart for a moment, and convinced a disgruntled Fawkes to come over and cry onto her wound. Harry shook his head,
"It's no use, she won't wake," he said miserably. Dumbledore silenced him and encouraged Fawkes to cry.
Kylie watched Ginny's pale face, her bright red hair clashed greatly with her skin. She was praying rapidly that she would open her eyes, and embrace them all graciously, just like in the movies. 'But this isn't a movie, this is real life,' she reminded herself. Fawkes rose from where he had been tearing. They all watched the wound grow gradually smaller until it was gone all together. Their attention turned over to Ginny's face. It seemed like hours but it only took a few minutes. Kylie thought she saw Ginny's chest slowly moving up and down, and her face was getting back its rosy color. Kylie gasped and started crying from happiness. Ginny was alive!
But slowly, almost painfully, her breathing became ragged again, and eventually, her chest stopped moving. Her face once again was the color of paper, and she lay still. Her hands, which had been gripping the sides of the desk, relaxed, and she looked so peaceful as if she had just gone to sleep. But this was no ordinary sleep; it was one she would never wake from. Kylie let out a strangled sob and burst into tears of grief, (tears of grief are much louder then tears of happiness, so it still has the same affect of 'bursting.') Harry's grief was beyond words. He sat in a kind of trance, brushed a lock of hair back from Ginny's face, and then grabbed a small desk nearby and threw it violently across the room where it shattered into pieces. Dumbledore watched him do it calmly; then went over an patted his arm.
"I'm sorry she's gone," he said comfortingly.
"Sorry? SORRY? What do you mean, you're sorry? You didn't love her like I did! You didn't even KNOW her like I did!" he started to sob, "Everyone I love dies. Kylie, you'd better not get close to me because then you'll just get stabbed or fall through a veil or be murdered! I hate my life, I hate being famous. Why did it have to be me?" and with that he hurled another table across the room into a cabinet where many delicate silver instruments fell and broke with a tinkle.
Kylie tried to put her arm around him and tell him it was alright, but Dumbledore stopped her and whispered in her ear that she should simply let him get it all out. Kylie shuffled back over to Ginny's body, laid her head upon it and wept.
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"So she's dead?"
"Yeah,"
"I can't believe it, she was so nice. How did she die?"
"She was stabbed, don't talk about it anymore, it's making me sick,"
"Okay."
Kylie and Harry had this conversation over and over for the next week. People were constantly asking them about it. Spring break was coming and Kylie wasn't looking forward to it. Two weeks without Ginny's smiling face? Then again, she had the rest of the school year to reckon with. She had sunk into a kind of silent depression. Kylie was the first person to leave for bed and the last for breakfast. Her grades had slipped, and Ron's and hers relationship was fading fast. Harry was recovering fine, and he was closer to Ginny then she was. But for some reason, her death hung over Kylie like a dark cloud. But Kylie hung on to a tiny ray of hope. She kept on searching the school for any sign of a new ghost. Any tiny fragment or a whisper about a cheerful teenage ghost was game in her search. But she never found Ginny's ghost. Harry explained why.
"A wizard can only be a ghost if they had unfinished business at the *moment* they died. Take Moaning Myrtle for example. When she died she wasn't done crying. Therefore, she came back as a ghost to finish her crying. I know it sounds stupid, but was Ginny doing anything at the moment she died? All she was doing was breathing. I don't think someone would come back to finish breathing!" He said comfortingly. Everybody these days put a funny twist on everything they said in an attempt to cheer her up. She hated it.
But as the year progressed, Kylie adjusted to life without Ginny. Her grades came back up and Ron and her fell in love again. She became more social. She realized that she had accepted Ginny's death in time, and she would live on. Ginny would always be with her to guide her and show her what was right and wrong. From the day that she realized this, Kylie accepted a new philosophy. Every day was lived as if it was her last.
*~I know the end was super corny, but I'm not the best when it comes to endings. Oh well, I may write a sequel, if enough people want me to. If you want me to, send it in a review. See ya!~*
Dumbledore swept Ginny up into his arms, and summoned his phoenix, Fawkes, who sank his claws into Dumbledore's robes. Harry and Kylie had just enough time to grasp Dumbledore before Fawkes took flight and they were soaring up into the roof of the cave. Kylie was wondering where they would get out from, when Fawkes slipped out of a narrow crack in the ceiling. They found themselves outside in the cool, afternoon air, high above the mountain. Kylie would have enjoyed the refreshing ride had she not been so worried about Ginny's survival. They were soon flying over the village and in five minutes and flown right through the window into Dumbledore's office. Fawkes set them gently on the floor and then flapped over to his perch where he settled down for a nap. Dumbledore strode quickly up to his desk where he gently laid Ginny on the table. He rested his ear against her heart for a moment, and convinced a disgruntled Fawkes to come over and cry onto her wound. Harry shook his head,
"It's no use, she won't wake," he said miserably. Dumbledore silenced him and encouraged Fawkes to cry.
Kylie watched Ginny's pale face, her bright red hair clashed greatly with her skin. She was praying rapidly that she would open her eyes, and embrace them all graciously, just like in the movies. 'But this isn't a movie, this is real life,' she reminded herself. Fawkes rose from where he had been tearing. They all watched the wound grow gradually smaller until it was gone all together. Their attention turned over to Ginny's face. It seemed like hours but it only took a few minutes. Kylie thought she saw Ginny's chest slowly moving up and down, and her face was getting back its rosy color. Kylie gasped and started crying from happiness. Ginny was alive!
But slowly, almost painfully, her breathing became ragged again, and eventually, her chest stopped moving. Her face once again was the color of paper, and she lay still. Her hands, which had been gripping the sides of the desk, relaxed, and she looked so peaceful as if she had just gone to sleep. But this was no ordinary sleep; it was one she would never wake from. Kylie let out a strangled sob and burst into tears of grief, (tears of grief are much louder then tears of happiness, so it still has the same affect of 'bursting.') Harry's grief was beyond words. He sat in a kind of trance, brushed a lock of hair back from Ginny's face, and then grabbed a small desk nearby and threw it violently across the room where it shattered into pieces. Dumbledore watched him do it calmly; then went over an patted his arm.
"I'm sorry she's gone," he said comfortingly.
"Sorry? SORRY? What do you mean, you're sorry? You didn't love her like I did! You didn't even KNOW her like I did!" he started to sob, "Everyone I love dies. Kylie, you'd better not get close to me because then you'll just get stabbed or fall through a veil or be murdered! I hate my life, I hate being famous. Why did it have to be me?" and with that he hurled another table across the room into a cabinet where many delicate silver instruments fell and broke with a tinkle.
Kylie tried to put her arm around him and tell him it was alright, but Dumbledore stopped her and whispered in her ear that she should simply let him get it all out. Kylie shuffled back over to Ginny's body, laid her head upon it and wept.
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"So she's dead?"
"Yeah,"
"I can't believe it, she was so nice. How did she die?"
"She was stabbed, don't talk about it anymore, it's making me sick,"
"Okay."
Kylie and Harry had this conversation over and over for the next week. People were constantly asking them about it. Spring break was coming and Kylie wasn't looking forward to it. Two weeks without Ginny's smiling face? Then again, she had the rest of the school year to reckon with. She had sunk into a kind of silent depression. Kylie was the first person to leave for bed and the last for breakfast. Her grades had slipped, and Ron's and hers relationship was fading fast. Harry was recovering fine, and he was closer to Ginny then she was. But for some reason, her death hung over Kylie like a dark cloud. But Kylie hung on to a tiny ray of hope. She kept on searching the school for any sign of a new ghost. Any tiny fragment or a whisper about a cheerful teenage ghost was game in her search. But she never found Ginny's ghost. Harry explained why.
"A wizard can only be a ghost if they had unfinished business at the *moment* they died. Take Moaning Myrtle for example. When she died she wasn't done crying. Therefore, she came back as a ghost to finish her crying. I know it sounds stupid, but was Ginny doing anything at the moment she died? All she was doing was breathing. I don't think someone would come back to finish breathing!" He said comfortingly. Everybody these days put a funny twist on everything they said in an attempt to cheer her up. She hated it.
But as the year progressed, Kylie adjusted to life without Ginny. Her grades came back up and Ron and her fell in love again. She became more social. She realized that she had accepted Ginny's death in time, and she would live on. Ginny would always be with her to guide her and show her what was right and wrong. From the day that she realized this, Kylie accepted a new philosophy. Every day was lived as if it was her last.
*~I know the end was super corny, but I'm not the best when it comes to endings. Oh well, I may write a sequel, if enough people want me to. If you want me to, send it in a review. See ya!~*