A/N: See end author's note. Sorry we took long time to update.
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Chapter 3
"Lockhart," Harry disdainfully told the portrait of Edger the Edgy that guarded the entrance. The staff quarters always used teacher's names as passwords, even teachers who no longer taught at the school. He strolled up the hallway to the room that he and Ginny had recently moved into.
As he opened the door, he saw Ginny sitting on the small couch, a curtain of red hair hiding her face. By her foot sat a piece of luggage. The luggage that Harry remembered taking with them on their honeymoon.
"Ginny?" he said. "What's going on?"
Ginny looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "Harry," she said slowly. "I have to go."
"Go where?" Harry spoke quickly, as if to make up for Ginny's hesitation. "Is it your father again? Is he still sick?"
She took a deep breath. "No. Harry, I want to move out. To another room. Out of Hogwarts. Out of London. I don't know."
Harry felt as if he had had his heart ripped out of him. His knees felt weak, as if he would collapse at any moment. "Ginny?" he said, hoping it was a joke.
"I can't do this anymore. I… I have to stop pretending," she told him.
"Stop pretending what?" Harry said anxiously, doubting the joke possibility more and more.
"That I'm alright," Ginny said, she bent down to pick up her luggage case. "Because I'm not alright. I'm not sure if I have been in a very long time."
Harry rushed forward and, with no better idea, snatched the suitcase from her hands. "I'll help you be alright, Ginny. That's what I'm here for."
"You can't, Harry," Ginny said. "Please give me my bag."
"No. C'mon Gin. Let's talk about this. We can-"
But Ginny didn't wait to listen to what Harry was saying. She just ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She was gone.
Harry could have followed. If he had been had a stronger emotional health, he might have. But all he could do was fall to his knees. And cry.
Days went by. Days when Harry still went to his classroom to get things ready. Days when he wrote out lesson plans. Days when he told everyone that Ginny was sick, just resting upstairs. Horrible, horrible days.
Harry sat on the couch in their room, tears streaming down his face.
I'm so tired of being here
I should have gone after her, he thought. I could have. But I was too afraid. Regret lingered in his mind.
Suppressed by all my childish fears
He stroked gently a pillow, one that Ginny had slept on before she left. He brought it up to face and inhaled the scent of her.
If you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
The scent didn't help his grief. Instead it tore him to pieces. He sobbed openly.
These wounds won't seem to heal
Why? he thought. Why can I deal with death, destruction and not this? Why does this make me into a mess?
This pain is just to real
There's just so much that time cannot erase
I'll never get better, he told himself. I just can't. But I have too, said another voice in his mind. Hate her. Hate her if you have to, because you need to get better.
He threw the pillow across the room angrily. It landed on top of a table, the objects on top being tossed onto the floor in the process. A picture remained, however, pushed closer to the edge, but not fallen yet. A picture of Ginny, smiling brightly.
And Harry fell to pieces again.
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed, I'd fight away all of your fears
I've held your hands through all of these years
And you still have
All of me
Harry got up and went to the table, taking the picture into his hands. He held it to his chest and looked around at the room.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Her desk in the corner of the room laughed at him. It was cluttered with empty mugs and used tea bags. Lesson plans and books lay scattered over the surface.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
"Harry."
He could have sworn he heard it. Her voice. He spun around looking for her, but she was no where to be seen. No where.
Your face that haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me
"Ginny?" he said, aloud. "Ginny, are you there?"
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just to real
"Ginny, please!" he begged. "God, I'm losing it, Ginny! I need you!" He was shouting now. And he didn't care.
There's just so much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
He strode over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Odgen's Fire Whiskey. He pulled it up to his mouth and took a long sip. He felt the alcohol burn in his throat and found that he enjoyed the pain.
When you screamed, I'd fight away all of your fears
I've held your hands through all of these years
And you still have
All of me
Harry suddenly noticed he still had the picture. The picture of Ginny, smiling, looking so happy. She wore a yellow sundress that made her look even brighter, more vibrant.
I try so hard to tell myself that your gone
And Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He threw the picture as hard as he could at the closed window.
But though your still with me
I've been alone all along
The glass shattered and the picture sailed out into the Hogwarts grounds. And then Harry saw it.
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed, I'd fight away all of your fears
He moved closer to see what it was exactly, though he felt sure. Red hair. On a slender body. And she was moving towards the forest. It had to be Ginny.
Leave her, he told himself. She's not worth it. You don't need her anymore.
I've held your hands through all of these years
But another voice in his head was stronger. And this voice simply said, "No."
And you still have
And without a second thought, Harry ran to the door, desperate to find his wife. His Ginny.
All of me
A/N: Okay, I already wrote one for these and then my stupid computer decided not to save it so I had to start over again so I'm going to make this a very short author's note, minus this long run-on sentence. Bottom line, please review.