Thanks reviewers but the response of the story is not really good. Is it
because of the story or is it because ppl dun like sad stories?
Some of you reflected that my grammar is horrid, and I admit to that. Pls kindly excuse my grammar and concentrate on my storyline instead. As long as you know what I'm talking about it okay.
Could you kindly recommend my story to ur friends? I need some support. By the way I have another HP/GW fic called "Friendship Over The Summer". I'm updating it quite regularly, if u like my writing style, then try that fic. I swear it's better than this cos I got a beta reader for that and the response is kinda good.
And before you started reading, try to read and imagine yourself being Harry. Picture the scene in ur mind then you'll get to feel Harry's pain, Ginny's never-dying love for Harry.
Okay enough of nonsense, there's the story of the day!!
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The class was making a lot of noise as they were transfiguring a white silky rabbit into a tall hat during Transfiguration lesson. Ron was chasing his rabbit, which was happily hopping, around the whole classroom, Hermione was shaking her head at Ron while adding big red ribbons and patterns onto the tall black hat she had transfigured.
The whole class were busy trying to transfigure their rabbits but Harry was just sitting in a corner watching his excited classmates. He was absent- mindedly stroking the cute little rabbit he was supposed to transfigure, which was rolling his wand with its paws. He did nothing to change the outlook of the rabbit but only added a big bow to its neck.
Ron was too busy trying to prevent his rabbit from escaping to notice Harry's weird behaviour and Hermione was too pleased with herself to care about anything else. Too soon, the bell rang indicating the end of the lesson. Harry got himself a whole load of homework and a weeks' detention to go with it for not being able to transfigure his rabbit, but Harry wouldn't care less, he was smiling good-naturedly as he walked out of the class.
After they got a good distance away from the classroom, Ron started calling McGonagall all sorts of nasty names with Hermione's disapproval but Harry didn't seemed to mind a bit. After all, it's McGonagall who said that he would be excused of homework if he died in his third year, and he thought she would excuse him of detention too. She wouldn't insist of putting a corpse into detention, he's sure of that but if she's so insane to do so, Harry wouldn't mind a bit, he wouldn't get to witness it anyway. But if he was given the choice, he rather face McGonagall for a year of detention and endless homework.
Harry began to have second thoughts, must he be the one to defeat Voldemort? Maybe he should let someone else do it, Dumbledore have the power, why couldn't he be the one?
"....neither can live .....while the other survives.....", he was the only one who could rid the world of all evil, it's stated in the stars. He was not born to love and enjoy the goodness of the world, he had got a mission, that was to rid Voldemort, that's what he was alive for, to fight evil for the world.
"If you can't do it, nobody could....... To succeed is to be alone..... If you fail, there'll be no peace...... If you can't do it, nobody could....... To succeed is to be alone...... If you fail, there'll be no peace......"
"Why is it me????????????????? Why is it me??????????????????????????"
~*~
Transfiguration was the last lesson of the day, Harry, Ron and Hermione dropped their heavy loaded bag back in their dormitories and went to the Great Hall for Dinner. By the time they got there, most of the places were taken but Ginny had choked them seats. They settled down beside and opposite her and started eating.
Harry gorged himself silly with all the food he could lay hands on as usual and sitting opposite him was Ginny. He was so busy chewing and swallowing that he didn't notice that Ginny was looking at him with eyes that seemed to want to pop out of its socket. After his fifth helping of the strawberry pudding, Harry finally straightened up, patted his stomach and gave a rich burp. He lay back on the chair so that there was more space for his bulging stomach and was suddenly aware of the great brown eyes staring at him. Harry looked up and caught her eyes, he turned scarlet and suddenly was very conscious of how he looked at the moment. His hands automatically come up to his face to wipe away any food particles that may be stuck there and looked up at her again. Ginny's face showed amusement and astonishment, she gave a gulp and spoke,
"Er.. Harry... Are you sick or what? Do you need to go to the hospital wing? Did you realised that you have eaten more shares than Ron would have when he was starving? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it a headache, or is it a fever?" She rattered on in a single breath and when she finally finished what she had to say, she giggled most prettily and reached over to wipe away a crump on Harry's cheek that he hadn't managed to reach just now.
Harry blushed most terribly and Ginny only managed to turn just a bit pinker than her usual colour, she hadn't been shy around Harry for ages.
"I.. I'm fine. Just... just have a good appetite. Food... food taste especially good today." Harry stuttered thickly.
"Brainless git, why the hell are you blushing? Don't give her the impression that you have a thing for her. Don't give her hopes, you know very well that she would be devastated when you don't return." Harry chided himself and his heart drop to his stomach at the thought of a devastated Ginny when she learnt that he had died.
"You promised not to let her have any hopes so that it's easier for her to carry on. I know you love her like crazy but you simply have to swallow all your feelings and bring it with you to your grave, Harry. You can't let her suffer the pain of losing you; you have to give her up to someone who could give her happiness. You are not the one to give her that, you gave up the right on the day you chose to do it. You simply have to give up, she cant be yours....", the more Harry thought the more heart broken he was, he could feel the pain like a knife slashing his heart. He could picture Ginny in the arms of a faceless man laughing merrily, maybe its all for the best. As long as Ginny is happy, Harry is okay with the fact that he's not the lucky man, no matter how unwilling was he, he have to accept the fact.
Harry's facial expression changed from embarrassment to anger, and from anger, it slowly contoured to a painful expression, the pain that words could not express. Ginny looked at Harry, she could feel the bitterness in him. The sorrow, the pain and sadness, he was so delicate, like a rose in winter freezing, the autumn leaves yellowing and all signs of life taken away as it slowly falls off and join its dried up mate on the ground.
Ginny could sense something very wrong with Harry, something not very right but she just can't place what was wrong. She could only feel herself withering together with Harry, just as long as her heart could be with him, she don't mind if he doesn't acknowledge her, its all out of her own accord.
"Oh no, she could tell something's wrong. I could tell from her painful expression, she's mourning with me. I've got to distract her before she senses something, I've got to do something quick", Harry panicked not knowing what to do and in the frantic, he asked her to go for a walk with him which she agreed readily.
Hermione and Ron were eyeing the two oblivious people all the while, when they both left the table together, Hermione and Ron smiled. They had no plans to follow Harry, they knew in their heart Ginny would take good care of him and they were glad for it, he'll be all right as long as Ginny's around.
~*~
When the two people who loved each other like crazy reached the gate, the cold night breeze blew in their face. They walked and walked without uttering a word, both quietly enjoying each other's presence. The thought of the very person who was always on their mind just next to them was exhilarating, their hearts were beating uncontrollable fast, blood pounding in their ears and their face blooded with excitement. It was supposed to be a romantic and blissful night but the wind was not thinking likewise, it was singing songs of grief, hopeless and sadness in their ears.
"Phew..... It's a long long journey....... Phew....... Till I can ever can forget you..... It's a long long journey..... Heaven knows if we are destined to be..... Phew...... Sometimes I hope that you understands..... What we are supposed to do..... For it's a long long journey....... My heart will be with you till end.... Phew........"
They walked along the bank of the lake and marvelled at the peaceful sight of it, the dark waters sparkling as it caught the reflection the lights from the castle. Both Harry and Ginny looked at their reflection on the still water, the picture was just so perfect, Harry all tall and sturdy wanting very badly to protect Ginny, gentle and lovely, who wanted to be in his arm till the end of time.
At this time, an owl hooted from the Forbidden Forest breaking their trance and Ginny sneezed. Harry quickly take off his robes and hang them on Ginny's small shoulders, Ginny looked up into Harry's eyes and he could see love in them, it was wrong, so very wrong, she was not supposed to feel love.
"Harry Potter, you've made a grave mistake. You shouldn't invite her to share the romantic night with you, you shouldn't listen to your heart and gave her your robes. Now she had fallen for you all over again, can't you not be the dashing knight in shinning armour for once. It's a grave mistake that should not be done", Harry wanted very badly to hurt himself badly for giving high hopes to Ginny, the higher the hope the greater the hurt.
"It's getting late, let's go back before Ron runs to McGonagall claiming that the Slytherins had kidnapped us", Harry broke the silence of the night. Ginny nodded her head in disappointment and followed Harry into the castle.
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So how was it? Sad? Touching? I was in tears when I wrote it how abt you? Should I continue with it? Im kinda wondering cos the response is not too good. I find that sad story's response is always not good. I've read a lot of GREAT sad stories and all of them dun have great response. I myself am writing a happy story and funny though the response is great. Is it that ppl like happy story than sad ones? I do admit I like happily ever after stories more, but sad stories usual captures my heart and leaves more impression. What do you think?
Some of you reflected that my grammar is horrid, and I admit to that. Pls kindly excuse my grammar and concentrate on my storyline instead. As long as you know what I'm talking about it okay.
Could you kindly recommend my story to ur friends? I need some support. By the way I have another HP/GW fic called "Friendship Over The Summer". I'm updating it quite regularly, if u like my writing style, then try that fic. I swear it's better than this cos I got a beta reader for that and the response is kinda good.
And before you started reading, try to read and imagine yourself being Harry. Picture the scene in ur mind then you'll get to feel Harry's pain, Ginny's never-dying love for Harry.
Okay enough of nonsense, there's the story of the day!!
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The class was making a lot of noise as they were transfiguring a white silky rabbit into a tall hat during Transfiguration lesson. Ron was chasing his rabbit, which was happily hopping, around the whole classroom, Hermione was shaking her head at Ron while adding big red ribbons and patterns onto the tall black hat she had transfigured.
The whole class were busy trying to transfigure their rabbits but Harry was just sitting in a corner watching his excited classmates. He was absent- mindedly stroking the cute little rabbit he was supposed to transfigure, which was rolling his wand with its paws. He did nothing to change the outlook of the rabbit but only added a big bow to its neck.
Ron was too busy trying to prevent his rabbit from escaping to notice Harry's weird behaviour and Hermione was too pleased with herself to care about anything else. Too soon, the bell rang indicating the end of the lesson. Harry got himself a whole load of homework and a weeks' detention to go with it for not being able to transfigure his rabbit, but Harry wouldn't care less, he was smiling good-naturedly as he walked out of the class.
After they got a good distance away from the classroom, Ron started calling McGonagall all sorts of nasty names with Hermione's disapproval but Harry didn't seemed to mind a bit. After all, it's McGonagall who said that he would be excused of homework if he died in his third year, and he thought she would excuse him of detention too. She wouldn't insist of putting a corpse into detention, he's sure of that but if she's so insane to do so, Harry wouldn't mind a bit, he wouldn't get to witness it anyway. But if he was given the choice, he rather face McGonagall for a year of detention and endless homework.
Harry began to have second thoughts, must he be the one to defeat Voldemort? Maybe he should let someone else do it, Dumbledore have the power, why couldn't he be the one?
"....neither can live .....while the other survives.....", he was the only one who could rid the world of all evil, it's stated in the stars. He was not born to love and enjoy the goodness of the world, he had got a mission, that was to rid Voldemort, that's what he was alive for, to fight evil for the world.
"If you can't do it, nobody could....... To succeed is to be alone..... If you fail, there'll be no peace...... If you can't do it, nobody could....... To succeed is to be alone...... If you fail, there'll be no peace......"
"Why is it me????????????????? Why is it me??????????????????????????"
~*~
Transfiguration was the last lesson of the day, Harry, Ron and Hermione dropped their heavy loaded bag back in their dormitories and went to the Great Hall for Dinner. By the time they got there, most of the places were taken but Ginny had choked them seats. They settled down beside and opposite her and started eating.
Harry gorged himself silly with all the food he could lay hands on as usual and sitting opposite him was Ginny. He was so busy chewing and swallowing that he didn't notice that Ginny was looking at him with eyes that seemed to want to pop out of its socket. After his fifth helping of the strawberry pudding, Harry finally straightened up, patted his stomach and gave a rich burp. He lay back on the chair so that there was more space for his bulging stomach and was suddenly aware of the great brown eyes staring at him. Harry looked up and caught her eyes, he turned scarlet and suddenly was very conscious of how he looked at the moment. His hands automatically come up to his face to wipe away any food particles that may be stuck there and looked up at her again. Ginny's face showed amusement and astonishment, she gave a gulp and spoke,
"Er.. Harry... Are you sick or what? Do you need to go to the hospital wing? Did you realised that you have eaten more shares than Ron would have when he was starving? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it a headache, or is it a fever?" She rattered on in a single breath and when she finally finished what she had to say, she giggled most prettily and reached over to wipe away a crump on Harry's cheek that he hadn't managed to reach just now.
Harry blushed most terribly and Ginny only managed to turn just a bit pinker than her usual colour, she hadn't been shy around Harry for ages.
"I.. I'm fine. Just... just have a good appetite. Food... food taste especially good today." Harry stuttered thickly.
"Brainless git, why the hell are you blushing? Don't give her the impression that you have a thing for her. Don't give her hopes, you know very well that she would be devastated when you don't return." Harry chided himself and his heart drop to his stomach at the thought of a devastated Ginny when she learnt that he had died.
"You promised not to let her have any hopes so that it's easier for her to carry on. I know you love her like crazy but you simply have to swallow all your feelings and bring it with you to your grave, Harry. You can't let her suffer the pain of losing you; you have to give her up to someone who could give her happiness. You are not the one to give her that, you gave up the right on the day you chose to do it. You simply have to give up, she cant be yours....", the more Harry thought the more heart broken he was, he could feel the pain like a knife slashing his heart. He could picture Ginny in the arms of a faceless man laughing merrily, maybe its all for the best. As long as Ginny is happy, Harry is okay with the fact that he's not the lucky man, no matter how unwilling was he, he have to accept the fact.
Harry's facial expression changed from embarrassment to anger, and from anger, it slowly contoured to a painful expression, the pain that words could not express. Ginny looked at Harry, she could feel the bitterness in him. The sorrow, the pain and sadness, he was so delicate, like a rose in winter freezing, the autumn leaves yellowing and all signs of life taken away as it slowly falls off and join its dried up mate on the ground.
Ginny could sense something very wrong with Harry, something not very right but she just can't place what was wrong. She could only feel herself withering together with Harry, just as long as her heart could be with him, she don't mind if he doesn't acknowledge her, its all out of her own accord.
"Oh no, she could tell something's wrong. I could tell from her painful expression, she's mourning with me. I've got to distract her before she senses something, I've got to do something quick", Harry panicked not knowing what to do and in the frantic, he asked her to go for a walk with him which she agreed readily.
Hermione and Ron were eyeing the two oblivious people all the while, when they both left the table together, Hermione and Ron smiled. They had no plans to follow Harry, they knew in their heart Ginny would take good care of him and they were glad for it, he'll be all right as long as Ginny's around.
~*~
When the two people who loved each other like crazy reached the gate, the cold night breeze blew in their face. They walked and walked without uttering a word, both quietly enjoying each other's presence. The thought of the very person who was always on their mind just next to them was exhilarating, their hearts were beating uncontrollable fast, blood pounding in their ears and their face blooded with excitement. It was supposed to be a romantic and blissful night but the wind was not thinking likewise, it was singing songs of grief, hopeless and sadness in their ears.
"Phew..... It's a long long journey....... Phew....... Till I can ever can forget you..... It's a long long journey..... Heaven knows if we are destined to be..... Phew...... Sometimes I hope that you understands..... What we are supposed to do..... For it's a long long journey....... My heart will be with you till end.... Phew........"
They walked along the bank of the lake and marvelled at the peaceful sight of it, the dark waters sparkling as it caught the reflection the lights from the castle. Both Harry and Ginny looked at their reflection on the still water, the picture was just so perfect, Harry all tall and sturdy wanting very badly to protect Ginny, gentle and lovely, who wanted to be in his arm till the end of time.
At this time, an owl hooted from the Forbidden Forest breaking their trance and Ginny sneezed. Harry quickly take off his robes and hang them on Ginny's small shoulders, Ginny looked up into Harry's eyes and he could see love in them, it was wrong, so very wrong, she was not supposed to feel love.
"Harry Potter, you've made a grave mistake. You shouldn't invite her to share the romantic night with you, you shouldn't listen to your heart and gave her your robes. Now she had fallen for you all over again, can't you not be the dashing knight in shinning armour for once. It's a grave mistake that should not be done", Harry wanted very badly to hurt himself badly for giving high hopes to Ginny, the higher the hope the greater the hurt.
"It's getting late, let's go back before Ron runs to McGonagall claiming that the Slytherins had kidnapped us", Harry broke the silence of the night. Ginny nodded her head in disappointment and followed Harry into the castle.
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So how was it? Sad? Touching? I was in tears when I wrote it how abt you? Should I continue with it? Im kinda wondering cos the response is not too good. I find that sad story's response is always not good. I've read a lot of GREAT sad stories and all of them dun have great response. I myself am writing a happy story and funny though the response is great. Is it that ppl like happy story than sad ones? I do admit I like happily ever after stories more, but sad stories usual captures my heart and leaves more impression. What do you think?