I Left My Heart
I loved her. I truly did.
I gave my heart to her.
A year we spent in a dreamful state of bliss.
But alas, our year was gone in a flash; our time together so short.
He rose to power, greater and stronger then ever. He had left many to ruin, leaving behind flames in his wake. His destruction called me to him, away from her, to stop the killing of innocent lives, to battle him once and for all; the fate of the world in my hands.
Before I left Ginny and I had spent one last night together. We lay in the middle of the field and gazed up at the stars, taking of times before the War. We laughed, we cried, we danced. It was my last night of innocence, in both senses.
The next day I rose and went off to fight, leaving her, her tears paining me… and I didn't dare turn around, for fear that I wouldn't be able to go if I did. I was so young then, so naive. But by the end of it all, I would never be the same.
For 3 black days we battled, and the earth trembled in our wake. It was the bloody climax. More people were killed in those three days then in the whole War. Ron and Hermione were ever beside me, fighting to keep the good of life alive. But a dark death had spread on the world, everywhere everything lay in ruins.
In that final hour of Voldemort's life was the death of mine. It was then that I had grown; a heroic boy one hour, and a man far beyond his age the next.
The three of us lay there on the bloody field for another 3 days after that, to tired and worn out to move or to speak. Beyond that the world started to notice the sudden change in the balance of good and evil. The death eaters became spread out and disorganized. They become apprehensive, having not heard form their leader in several days. But it was when they started to notice that their arms started to decay that they knew they had lost. Their arm branded with the Dark Mark that no longer held it's magic had lost it's source of life. Many lost more then their arms, but their lives, dying slow painful deaths along with their fallen Master.
When finally the three of us had returned there was a big celebration; people dancing in the streets, white doves flying. But the three hero's held back, most of all me. I had changed; life had stopped for me.
I had been through more then anyone would see in their lifetimes. And the night of my return, she came to me; but we did not spend it together. My heart had become blackened and withered by the War. How could I love another person after all I had done, after all I had seen?
I pushed her away and she left me.
And as life went on, I separated myself from the world. There was no more joy, no more happiness, no more comfort. Never could I be fully at rest, never fully asleep.
My heart lay in me, black and dead.
I left my heart with my Ginny that night. That one last night of my innocence.
That one last night of love, of joy, of happiness, of youth, of peace, of faith, of dreams, of hope, of living.
I left my heart with her…
FIN