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Chapter 12: Melodies Of Life
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Alone for a while
I've been searching through the dark
For traces of the love you left
Inside my lonely heart
To weep while picking up the pieces that remain
Melodies of Life
Love's lost refrain
Our paths they did cross
Though I cannot say just why
We met, we laughed, we held on fast
And then we said goodbye
And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?
Let them ring out loud, till they unfold
In my dearest memories I see you reaching out to me
Though you're gone I still believe that you can call
Out my name
A voice from the past, joining yours and mine
Adding up the layers of harmony
And so it goes on and on
Melodies of life
To the sky above the flying bird
Forever and beyond
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Melodies of Life – Emiko Shiratori
Harry arrived in the mountains that evening. It was getting dark so he called into a hotel and booked a room. The receptionist beamed and handed over the key. He thanked her, and then asked if he had seen anyone of Ginny's description.
She nodded and said that a girl had moved into the town a few weeks ago. He got an address of her and put his things in his room before going into the tiny street that was the town.
As he knocked on the door he wondered what he would say if it WAS Ginny? What could you say in an event like that?
But as the door opened a black-haired girl stared back at him.
It wasn't Ginny. Harry sighed in disappointment, before saying sorry, wrong house.
As he sat on the bed in his room, head in hands, he started to wonder… was he doing the right thing? Ginny had left because she wanted to. Was he just interfering, trying to find her when she didn't want to be found?
He felt he was pushing into her life. But he couldn't stop searching. Because he had meant what he had said on the battlefield. He truly did love her. That was why he was searching for her. She completed his life.
Harry lay back and sighed. One more. He would follow one more lead. If it wasn't Ginny… he would go home and wait for her. One more…
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At that moment Ginny was in a small mountain hut on the border of Switzerland. Legs crossed, back straight, eyes closed, she breathed steadily, concentrating on not concentrating. A man in a monk's habit watched her, and a nun stood in the doorway as Ginny meditated. But after a few minutes Ginny's eyes snapped open.
"It's not working."
"You need patience." Ginny shook her head, clearing the negative thoughts. She tried again. The monk and nun watched her with pride.
She had arrived a few months earlier, begging for help to control her powers. The tiny community of monks and nuns had seen people with gifts before and helped her learn how to achieve peace of mind. But both of the elders agreed that she was very young and her carefree nature was an obstacle in the way of this goal.
But she was trying hard. She worked at it for hours every day. And when she wasn't, she was helping them grow their food and repair their buildings. They knew her only by the name she had given them. Virginia.
The head monk touched her shoulder and said in a creaking voice,
"Enough today. You eat now. Then help in fields." Both the elders had some limited English in their vocabulary. Ginny nodded and stood, brushing the dust from her simple dress donated by the nuns.
As she started to pick vegetables from the field the elders stood in a room, watching her through the window. Speaking in their native language, the nun spoke.
"The villagers fear her."
"She will not be here forever. She has family to go home to."
"She is not ready to leave. Her powers are the strongest we have seen. And she can never achieve ultimate peace of mind. She is too young."
"Virginia knows it. But we both know she will be leaving soon." The nun bowed her head. She too had sensed a change was coming. The monk handed her a piece of paper.
"This arrived today. There are people searching for her."
"We should tell her."
"We won't though. She must know when the time comes."
"They will be here soon."
"We must prepare for them."
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Harry woke to the sound of an owl tapping on the window. It was from Tonks.
Dear Harry,
New lead. Somewhere in Switzerland. Here's the nearest town. Ask around and you might find something. Remus says hello
Tonks
Within an hour he was walking along a deserted road, looking for a place to Apparate from.
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Ginny was lying in the sleeping bag on the floor of her hut that night. The moon shone through the window onto her black hair. She fingered it gently.
She had always wanted to change her hair colour. But now she would have done anything to have her familiar red locks back. This hair wasn't the colour of a Weasley. She wasn't a Weasley.
She sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. She had been here for a few months now. She could almost control her powers. Only when her emotions got too high, did things go wrong. But she felt fine. Maybe it was time to go back. Go and face the music.
No… it wasn't just about facing her family and friends. It was wanting to be with her family and friends. Wanting to be accepted, to be loved. But would they take her back?
Ginny bit her lip. This was difficult. What if they turned her away? Where would she go? Maybe she could come back here. Help the people as she had done recently. Would they let her stay? She didn't think they would turn her away. These mountain people weren't prejudiced against people who were… different. The way she was different.
She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep but was too worked up. It was hard to sleep. A bird was tweeting outside her window, the song drilling into her head, disturbing her thoughts.
Ah, well. As long as she was awake she might as well do something useful. Sitting up, she crossed her legs and began breathing calmly.
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Harry spent the night in a hotel. As he ate the filling breakfast he asked the waiter if there were any newcomers to the village. The waiter shrugged and said that he should ask in the village. Harry thanked him and left.
This village was made up of a few streets. Harry asked some people in the street, but it wasn't until he entered a shop to buy a drink that his search came to any use. He was talking to the shopkeeper, an elderly woman, when she suggested he try the mountain camp.
"People come and go there. Strange people."
"Have you ever seen this girl?" Harry pulled a picture of Ginny out of his pocket. The lady frowned.
"She has black hair now, not red." Harry said. The lady's face broke into a withered smile.
"Yes! She lives up on mountain. You take food up. They need food." She handed him a large basket of food. A readymade excuse to go up there. Harry smiled.
"Thank you."
"Luck to you." She wheezed.
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As Harry trundled up the mountain path, the elders saw him coming. They glanced at each other. Both knew that this was no food deliverer.
Harry gave a nervous bow to the pair. They returned the gesture and she took the food. He looked at Harry carefully.
"Name?"
"Harry… Harry Potter."
"Ah. Yes. You come with me, Harry Potter."
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Ginny was in the kitchen, preparing a meal with some of the nuns. She stirred the dough, adding flour every now and again. The nuns were all friendly. Most were elderly, but a few were younger. Ginny got along with these ones better. They were jolly and enjoyed talking with her. She didn't think the life of a nun would suit them.
The monk entered and they stopped.
"Virginia. Someone to see you."
"Me?"
"Ginny?"
Her heart froze. Her mouth become dry and her eyes widened. Standing in the doorway was Harry James Potter.
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