Remember Me
Remember me? It's KitKat001! I know, I haven't updated in a while. But here is the last bit of the story… I warn you, some of you may not be expecting it! Is it good? Is it bad? Hmm… I wonder…
Disclaimer- J.K. Rowling is not my name, I'm worried my stories are very plain, Harry Potter I do not own, now here comes the story… go ahead sob leave me alone… (Oh! I rimed!)
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Chapter 6 Remember
Harry
And it was gone like that…
I walked up toward Ginny and decided to try again to talk to her. Her sweet face was buried behind her books, in attempts to hide her crying eyes. I started to talk to her.
"Ginny, how are you? Can we talk?" I asked.
She looked up at me. "Of course Harry. I really need you right now, Harry. I REALLY need you."
I nodded, "I know darling."
She looked at me with eyes that told me I knew nothing of what she was thinking or feeling, but that it was okay. I took her books from her and held her hand as we walked to the Griffindor common room. It was empty. Everyone was at dinner, but Ginny and I were not hungry.
Ginny pulled me down onto her and kissed me hungrily. She pulled at my shirt and took it off my shoulders, and she took off her shirt as well. She kept pulling at my clothes and kissing me, but I stopped her when she was about to go to far.
"Harry I love you so god damned much. Why do you have to be so perfect?" She asked. She was crying, and her eyes had tears streaming from them. She kissed me again, and then whispered in my ear, "The old oak."
I looked at her strangely and she smiled at me. Then we shared the most passionate kiss we ever had. She poured all her heart, all her soul, all her feelings she ever had shared in her entire life, into that one kiss. She had poured everything into it, as she wrapped her arms around me and moved against me.
"I love you, Harry Potter." She said. Then, she ran to her room crying, before she could hear me whisper: "I love you too, Ginny Weasley."
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The next day, no one could find Ginny. We had searched everywhere, it had seemed. At about seven o'clock at night, just after dinner, about three girls came running into the room. They were 5th years, and they were screaming and crying and stumbling over one another. They wouldn't stop yelling with sheer horror.
"THE TREE!" One of them screamed.
Then I remembered what Ginny had whispered. I jumped up and ran as fast as I ever could possibly run, toward the outside doors and to the old oak, with Hermione and Ron trailing behind me, as I sprinted with all the strength I could muster.
Then I saw it. The shadow of a body, looming over me. I looked up, and on one of the branches, Ginny's tiny body hung. I cracked out my wand as I stared up at her body, hanging from the rope around her neck. I shouted a spell that cut the rope, and she fell into my arms as I took the rope off from her neck. Now, the whole school had reached Ron, Hermione and I.
I looked at her in my arms. Her tiny body lay with a thin violet nightgown, her red hair in waves down toward her lowed back and strands over her face. With closed eyes and parted lips, she breathed no air. She didn't blink open her wonderful eyes and whisper my name. She didn't laugh. She didn't cry in my arms.
I lay her down on the ground and I saw Ron fall to his knees, covering his face with trembling hands. Hermione stood beside him, mouth gaping open and tears running down her cheeks. I could feel my own tears swelling. I wouldn't let myself believe she was dead. But she was.
A letter lay under the tree, marked, "To my dearest friends and family" in shaky handwriting. I ripped it open at the side and began to read:
Mother, I am sorry. I have done something very bad. I'm sorry I am causing you pain. I am sorry that you have lost daddy and I. I never meant for you to hurt, mommy.
Fred and George, I want you to keep your joke shop open. I want you to laugh again. I want you to poke fun at mom and Ron. I want you not to think of daddy or me. I want you guys to be like you always were, and lighten everyone's day up with your silly nonsense, and jokes.
Hermione, you were and are my best friend. I'll miss you dearly. I hope I am not going to be replaced. I hope that you marry Ron. I know that you both are meant for each other, even though you argue constantly.
Ron, I hope you marry Hermione. I want you to always be like you were, the best older brother anyone could ever imagine of having. Please, don't cry Ron. I am meeting daddy. I'm going to be wanted.
Finally,
Harry. Harry, there are so many things I want to say to you, but I have no idea how to put them down on paper. I have no way of saying how much I cared for you. I loved you with all my heart and soul. Harry, I am sorry. I am so sorry I was dumb. I was stupid, but you have to understand why I am doing this. I hate my life. I hate this world. I love you. Harry, I wanted to marry you. I am yours and only yours.
Please, don't be angry with me. I am sorry everyone, for any pain I might have caused. I love you all. I don't want you to erase me from your memory, but I don't want to pain you. I can't stay here. I would have only been in the way. Remember the good times we have shared. Remember the peaceful times. I'm going to be out of your way, I am going to feel wanted, I am going to meet daddy. I'll tell him about all of you. I wont let him forget.
Remember me,
Ginny Weasley
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Two years to the day. I can see her grave in front of me, her stone that writes the words in which I never thought I would see. I never thought I would see the day that this could happen. Here I stand, alone. Ron and Hermione will be here soon, dressed in their suits and finest clothing. I never miss a day that I am not here beside her. That I am not here, remembering her.
All I can do is throw the bundle of flowers among the top of her grave, and place a new set of wedding vows for each year that passes.
Ginny,
I don't know how to let you go, and I don't think it is possible.
With every breath I stand alone, but you are here and my heart is full.
I declare my love with each passing day,
You will be back again I pray.
I will meet you at heavens gates as you wait for me,
I'll tell you again as I have said before,
My heart will always be,
Filled with you and never closing a door.
I had only wished that you could see,
I remember you do you remember me?
These were my vows. This was my heart as I lay it before her. I never am mad at what she has done. I never feel sorry for myself. I'm waiting to live the rest of my life, and I live it with happiness like she wishes I would. I can't wait to meet her again when I pass on, and my heart will always be for her. I will always remember her.
The End
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That is the end of this story. Starts to cry I'm sorry, but I had to write that. Harry is living his life like she wanted him to, with happiness in his heart. I hope you still review to this story, even though it is the end. Thank you for reading my work, and thank you for believing I could do it! I love all of you guys (my reviewers)!
P.s. The poem was mine. YAY!
This story was made by Kit – kitkat001