Oh boy, Third Chapter! Do you guys like this THAT much? I feel very important...

Thanks all for Reading and Hopfuly I can live up to your expetations.

Summary: (Four weeks later)Ginny can only pray she has gotten through to Harry, but something Happens, and Her whole world falls apart.

Questions

M.C Doyle

The lighting flashing across her face making it paler than normal. Her brown eyes had snapped open with a name on her lips, and the lightning flashing across her red hair. It was merely another thunderstorm, another tear, another cry.

"Harry!" She yelled out, and only the thunder answering. She tore off her white bed sheet and stumbled down the stairs into the common room. Harry had slept there since he had been let out of the hospital.

"Harry?" she whispered, as the lighting flashed across the room. She couldn't see over the couch. She took a step and a hand of fear gripped her stomach. "Harry... Answer me." she called her voice pathetic. She touched the lamp, needing light. "Lumos..." the light flicked but didn't come on. Fear gripped harder.

"Lumos... lumos... LUMOS!" Ginny yelled franticly. The light fell to the floor with a dull bang, but it didn't come on. Someone had charmed it.

"Harry?" Ginny went to the back of the couch, her steps slow and almost fearful. "Harry?!"

Ginny's calls were useless. Harry was gone.

Take
Take till there's nothing

Ginny tore out of the Common Room, down into the Great Hall, and outside. The ice rain tore into her thin dress but she didn't notice. Her wand wouldn't light, her mind not focusing enough for any spell to work.

"Harry!!" She called running to the Quidditch pitch, hoping Harry would be there merely doing... She couldn't think of a reason. But by all the gods anyone believed in, please let him be...

Before Ginny's thought could go any farther she tripped over her own feet, and fell face forward on the ground. Her wand slid across the ground and underneath the foot of a tall red-headed boy, sorrow etched in his own eyes.

Nothing to turn to
nothing when you get through

Ron gathered his crying sister in his long arm and cradled her like he used to do when they we're little.

"Oh He's gone..." Ginny sobbed into her brother's shoulder, "He's gone and he- Oh Harry...." She sobbed her words no longer intelligible. Ron carried her underneath the shelter, and sat her down in his lap.

"I know Gin... I-" he paused trying to find a way to tell her, "I helped him."

Ginny looked up her eyes wide and disbelieving. "Why? Why did he leave?"

"He said he had nothing to live for."

Won't you break
scattered pieces of all I've been?

Ginny's ears rung with Ron's words.

"Nothing to... live for?" she choked out, "What about me?"

Ron ran a hand through his hair, and looked away, "He said... well..." Ron was turning red and it wasn't from embarrassment. "He said he only fought so he could see you again. Vol- Voldermont must have known that as they fought. That's why he-" Ron stopped his eyes dark with sorrow, "Voldermont took away his sight."

Ginny look away as well. Harry had known why he's blind, and he didn't tell her.

"Is Harry...? Is he?" She couldn't force herself to say it. That four letter word that plagued her life... Dead.

Ron shook his head, "I wouldn't let him... He's with Lupin." Ron wouldn't bring himself too look in his sister's eyes, "He... He's there not of his own will."

Bowing to all I've been
Running to

Ginny fell back into her brother's lap and cried, her eyes bloodshot and closed.

"Ron... I don't think me can- I can't..." She cried, "I thought he'd be... Okay."

Where are you?

Ron hugged Ginny closer, as she cried. He looked beyond the doors where he saw bright green eyes flash. But when he blinked, they were gone, and Ginny's crying covered up any noise.

Where are you?

(Two years later)

Ginny was wearing red. Harry always thought she looked pretty in it. As she raised her hand to knock on Remus' door, Ginny thought with a pang of pity that Harry would never think that again.

Remus opened the door a crack, and smiled sadly.

"Hello Virginia." He said, as her brown eyes were colder than Remus remembered. She nodded, a smile never gracing her features. Remus kept the door a crack, and his smile faded.

"Not today..." Remus closed the door, and Ginny sighed, closing here eyes against tears.

"When then?" she asked, pushing the door open. "I have been here everyday for the past two years. When?"

Remus noted the coldness came back into her eyes suddenly, as his filled with sorrow, "When he's ready."

Did you leave me unbreakable?
You leave me frozen?

Ginny nodded and stood a little straighter than when she stood a moment ago. She nodded, a shiver coming up her spine as she heard footsteps inside.

Her heart screamed, He's right inside. Go! Run Ginny!

But she nodded to Remus, and bid him an icy farewell, and strode down the walk way. Her red hair flashing in the momentary ray of sun. But no matter the weather, Ginny felt colder than ever. As if the weather agreed, it began to rain.

I've never felt so cold
I thought you were silent

Harry heard the rain fall on the windows and Remus opens the door. His eyes, now sunken and almost lifeless green. He the only thing that Remus tried to keep clean was his hair, though like always it was messy. Harry's eyes trailed to the windows, fallowing the sound of the rain that cursed his life.

Remus walked in and pulled him up off the floor, keeping himself from slapping him, from shoving him out the door after the girl they both knew he loved.

Remus didn't speak while he sat Harry at the window, and walked back toward the door. Harry broke the silence. A silence that had lasted over two years.

"Why... Why does she come?"

"She wants to know where you've gone."

"I thought she left me."

"She'll never leave. Not really."

And I thought you left me
For the wreckage and the waste
On an empty beach of faith
Was it true?

Ginny kicked at the ground as she mentally kicked Hermione for buying her these heels. Such a stupid idea. And another stupid idea to wear them here. As if Harry would ever notice. As her foot hit the ground she fell backwards her head hitting the ground.

She groaned and sat up; doing something she hadn't done for two years. Feeling like she'd never be warm again, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. She bent over as the rain fell.

She cried, and called his name.

Cause I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

Harry heard her call for him and closed his eyes against the sound. He hadn't heard her in so long; he hadn't heard his name so long. Harry fought his way to the door, tripping over clothes and other things. Harry rammed into the door and stumbled back.

Harry fell back on the bed, and rubbed his noise almost frantic. He had forgotten about the blindness, his fear, his self-pity. He just wanted to make he feel better.

A depressing thought landed on Harry's heart. He would never see her again. No matter if he heard her voice, or held her. He would never see her again.

Harry lay back on the bed, and Virginia Wesley's cries came to him through the window.

Scream
Deeper I want to scream

Ginny's cries became louder, though nobody came. Remus was dead asleep, the full moon being just last week. Nobody was around for miles. One of Dumbledore's precautions against Remus' transformations.

Ginny couldn't stop the tears. She had held them back for two years, holding fake smiles for Ron and Hermione's marriage, her father, her brother.

Never a smile for herself. And the screams came louder.

I want you to hear me
I want you to find me

Ginny's throat hurt and she was cold. But that was nothing new. She had been cold for two years, and she was sure she'd be cold for two more.

A small part of her tried to believe that Harry lived of his own free will. Not because the friends he had suffered with had kept him alive. She wanted to believe…But he wasn't trying.

And everyday that small part grew smaller.

Cause I...I want to believe

Ginny tried to stand, but her heel was broken. With a furious outrage to rival any of the Weasley children, she threw the shoes into Remus' lawn with a scream.

She apperated with a pop, and the rain went on.

But all I pray is wrong
And all I claim is gone

Harry laid his head against the cool pane, the rain going on into the night. He wanted to be let out into, to try and make himself remember that over two years ago, he had defeated evil but forget that lost his sight. To remember that two years ago, he promised never to let go, but to forget that he had broken that. To remember that two years ago a red-headed love gave him hope in the rain, but to forget that he had shunned it..

To remember where in the world he was, but forget he'd never know..

And I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

Ginny, almost two thousand miles away, also lay her head against the cool window pane. Instead of trying to remember she tried to forget.

The memories they brought her love's healing, brought her pain. She tried to forget that the night evil had been destroyed; she had been Riddle's pawn again, because she couldn't save the man she loved. She tried to forget that the Boy-who-lived promised never to let go, because he broke that promise. She tried to forget that she had given him all of her hope, because she had none left for herself.

And for all that was still good, she wanted to forget where she was, because it reminded her of everything else.

That she was alone.

And where...I...I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

Harry reached out to touch the pane as Ginny did. Both seemed to touch each out for a moment, each had their eyes closed. To one it was an escape, to the other it was a prison he had lived it for two years.

But each left where they were to find each other... even if it was only for a moment. After that moment each one whispered...

Where are you?

Boy that hard to write, and depressing to boot. was it a peice of crap, because this was very emotional and not much logic. Such is the story of my life.