When the World Seems Over
Summary- It's been four year since the mysterious disappearance of Harry Potter. Everyone thinks he's dead. Four years later, someone shows up at the Burrow.
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With another gust of wind, and another chill down her spine, Ginny Weasley pulled a thin bed sheet around her shoulders. She loved her home, the fascination architecture of her house. But when alone, especially at night like it was now, it was a little frightening. Her entire family was at the Quidditch World Cup, she was home alone. She hadn't gone to the exceptionally exciting even in a long time, not even to cheer for her favorite team. To her, there was no point, no desire.
At sixteen-years-old, she had learned to no longer be the shy, quiet girl everyone took her for. The early teenage years took a toll, and she was envied by several girls at school. It was a dream, well, was. It was always a wish for girls to envy her, to want to be her, like she use to be with Hermione Granger. But, there was one thing she didn't have, neither did Hermione. The one thing she would sacrifice anything just to have for one moment, one out of a lifetime. But it wasn't possible, not for her, not for anyone. Because the boy who lived, was no longer living.
Four years ago, Harry Potter vanished, he's been presumed dead ever since. He was fourteen when it happened. Lord Voldemort rose again, at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. He was after the one person who destroyed him in the first place, Harry. The one-year-old baby boy who stripped him of his powers was panned to be his next victim.
He was.
Harry put up a hard duel, but exhaustion became his disadvantage and he was killed. There's very little details about the event that led to his death, there were no witnesses, no evidence. There was evidence of Voldemort's return, obvious enough, but not Harry. When no body was found, it was assumed that it was destroyed along with his live.
From that day to the present, not a single word about the incident was spoken. Nothing, they all pretended as though Harry never existed, that's probably how they coped with it, not Ginny. The first time she saw him between platforms nine and ten, before she knew of his fame. Before he knew himself. Forgetting Harry Potter was something no Memory Charm could do to her. Not the way she loved him, and the way she still did.
The large flames from the roaring fire warmed her skin and danced across her body. Even in June, the nights could get cold. It was very damp outside, the rain could be heard on the walls of the Burrow. Ginny walked through the dark kitchen, the sheet dragging behind her like a veil. A small candle centered on the table lit very little. One, was the calendar, more or less marks on the wall created from soot in the fireplace. Two of her brothers, George and Fred, used it to count down the number of days until the first of September, when they were to return to Hogwarts. While they were away, Ginny was to add a line and write the date. She ran her finger along a trail of ash on the mantle in the kitchen fireplace.
June twenty first, June twenty second, June twenty third...
Her finger stopped after that, when she realized the date. June twenty-fourth. Four years, it was for year to the exact date. The day of the last task in the tournament, the day Voldemort came back, the day...
Her train of thought was interrupted by a thud on the other side of the kitchen door. Between the lace curtain over the window and the night sky, Ginny couldn't see exactly who what it was, but it was something. Pulling aside very little of the curtain, it was a person, who was strictly familiar looking.
Who was this person?
Jet black hair (or how it looked, very tall, and....
" Oh god" Ginny nearly pulled the door of it's hinges. " H- Harry?".
Under such a horrible disguise, there was that chance. The same clothes Harry was last seen in, torn. Dirty, bruises, and blood covered his body from head to toe. But yet, it was him. It really was.
" Oh my god!" she nearly screamed, there was not much she could do. " Harry, is that you?".
" Ginny" he sounded sad, scared, and sick at the same time. He looked so weak and fragile, as much as she wanted to throw her arms around him and never let go, it didn't happen.
Ginny guided him inside, closing the door. She hardly knew what to say to him if thinking he was alive, this was impossible.
Harry couldn't walk, his bones wouldn't cooperate. Her hands trembling, she placed one across his cheek, aghast with the sight before her.
For the past years, everyone was living a lie. It was all a fake. Harry Potter was still alive.
~ This doesn't have to be the end, but that's up to you~
Summary- It's been four year since the mysterious disappearance of Harry Potter. Everyone thinks he's dead. Four years later, someone shows up at the Burrow.
Default Chapter
With another gust of wind, and another chill down her spine, Ginny Weasley pulled a thin bed sheet around her shoulders. She loved her home, the fascination architecture of her house. But when alone, especially at night like it was now, it was a little frightening. Her entire family was at the Quidditch World Cup, she was home alone. She hadn't gone to the exceptionally exciting even in a long time, not even to cheer for her favorite team. To her, there was no point, no desire.
At sixteen-years-old, she had learned to no longer be the shy, quiet girl everyone took her for. The early teenage years took a toll, and she was envied by several girls at school. It was a dream, well, was. It was always a wish for girls to envy her, to want to be her, like she use to be with Hermione Granger. But, there was one thing she didn't have, neither did Hermione. The one thing she would sacrifice anything just to have for one moment, one out of a lifetime. But it wasn't possible, not for her, not for anyone. Because the boy who lived, was no longer living.
Four years ago, Harry Potter vanished, he's been presumed dead ever since. He was fourteen when it happened. Lord Voldemort rose again, at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. He was after the one person who destroyed him in the first place, Harry. The one-year-old baby boy who stripped him of his powers was panned to be his next victim.
He was.
Harry put up a hard duel, but exhaustion became his disadvantage and he was killed. There's very little details about the event that led to his death, there were no witnesses, no evidence. There was evidence of Voldemort's return, obvious enough, but not Harry. When no body was found, it was assumed that it was destroyed along with his live.
From that day to the present, not a single word about the incident was spoken. Nothing, they all pretended as though Harry never existed, that's probably how they coped with it, not Ginny. The first time she saw him between platforms nine and ten, before she knew of his fame. Before he knew himself. Forgetting Harry Potter was something no Memory Charm could do to her. Not the way she loved him, and the way she still did.
The large flames from the roaring fire warmed her skin and danced across her body. Even in June, the nights could get cold. It was very damp outside, the rain could be heard on the walls of the Burrow. Ginny walked through the dark kitchen, the sheet dragging behind her like a veil. A small candle centered on the table lit very little. One, was the calendar, more or less marks on the wall created from soot in the fireplace. Two of her brothers, George and Fred, used it to count down the number of days until the first of September, when they were to return to Hogwarts. While they were away, Ginny was to add a line and write the date. She ran her finger along a trail of ash on the mantle in the kitchen fireplace.
June twenty first, June twenty second, June twenty third...
Her finger stopped after that, when she realized the date. June twenty-fourth. Four years, it was for year to the exact date. The day of the last task in the tournament, the day Voldemort came back, the day...
Her train of thought was interrupted by a thud on the other side of the kitchen door. Between the lace curtain over the window and the night sky, Ginny couldn't see exactly who what it was, but it was something. Pulling aside very little of the curtain, it was a person, who was strictly familiar looking.
Who was this person?
Jet black hair (or how it looked, very tall, and....
" Oh god" Ginny nearly pulled the door of it's hinges. " H- Harry?".
Under such a horrible disguise, there was that chance. The same clothes Harry was last seen in, torn. Dirty, bruises, and blood covered his body from head to toe. But yet, it was him. It really was.
" Oh my god!" she nearly screamed, there was not much she could do. " Harry, is that you?".
" Ginny" he sounded sad, scared, and sick at the same time. He looked so weak and fragile, as much as she wanted to throw her arms around him and never let go, it didn't happen.
Ginny guided him inside, closing the door. She hardly knew what to say to him if thinking he was alive, this was impossible.
Harry couldn't walk, his bones wouldn't cooperate. Her hands trembling, she placed one across his cheek, aghast with the sight before her.
For the past years, everyone was living a lie. It was all a fake. Harry Potter was still alive.
~ This doesn't have to be the end, but that's up to you~