Hey peeps! I decided to write a fic with poetry in it. Kewl, huh? Well, anyway, here we go. By the way, this story is H/G. By the way, if any of you have read this fic under GinnyPotter08's name, don't be alarmed. For, in fact, I AM GP08. I just had to change my screenname. So, don't any of you try to report me for abusing my own story, mkay?
Disclaimer: If you think I own any of this (except the poem and the plot), you're crazy. If I did, why would I be posting on this site?
By the way, I wrote the poem myself.
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There he is…he looks so sad…These were the thoughts that Ginny Weasley was having that summer night at the Burrow. Harry Potter was sitting in front of the fireplace, looking lost. Only two weeks before, Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts. Dumbledore had told them all that the wards would not hold up forever. No one knew what had taken place during the final battle, but they had a good idea.
Harry hadn't talked to anyone about it, although Ron and Hermione had been trying to get him to open up to them. Ginny, on the other hand, was not going to push him. He needed time to sort things out.
She looked down at the piece of parchment that she clutched in her hand. Should I give it to him? she asked herself. Oh, to hell with it.
And with that, she quietly crept over to his chair and laid the parchment on the arm of it. Then, she sat in a chair across from him to see what he would do. (A/N: Sounds like she's watching a baited wild animal, doesn't it?)
Curiosity written all over his handsome features, he picked up the parchment, unfolded it, and started to read.
"ALWAYS" You feel aloneLike life is not fair
You have seen more horrors
Than anyone should have to deal with
Yet still you go on with life
As if everything is okay
But I can see right through you
Even if no one else can
You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders
Everyone depends on you
And though you struggle to find a way to escape
You realize that you're trapped in a web of misery
Now your mask of happiness is beginning to break
You're starting to run, instead of facing your fears
I notice the pain in your emerald eyes
Scars of self-inflicted wounds
Yet you want neither comfort nor pity
Only to bear your burdens alone
And when you're alone
You remember every detail of your life
The hellhole you were forced to live in
All the deaths that you blame yourself for
The war that it was your destiny to fight
And every painful detail of the final battle
The screams, the thud of bodies falling to the ground
And even though it's all over
The memories will live on forever
For years, you were aloneBut now I am here to be your shoulder to cry on
To hold you when you grow weary, and
To give you hope when you feel like giving up
Always remember, when the burdens become too heavy
When you feel like running
I'll be there for you
Always…
Harry,
Every word in this poem is true. If you ever need me, I'll be there. I promise.
All my love,
Ginny
Harry looked up from the letter with wide eyes. Then, he got up from the chair and walked over to Ginny. He pulled her up from her seat and looked into her eyes.
"What are you trying to do to me, Ginny?" he whispered. Ginny sighed, "I'm trying to get you to see the light, Harry. Nothing that happened during the war was your fault."
Harry looked at her for a moment, and then he held her to him, burying his face in her scarlet hair. There they stood, and to a stranger, it would have appeared that they were in love. And the stranger would have been right.
"Thank you, Gin," said Harry quietly, looking directly into her chocolate eyes. Then he realized something that he had really known all along.
He was in love with Ginny Weasley.
He raised one of his hands and cupped her chin, then turned her face upward toward his. "I love you, Ginny," he whispered. Ginny looked a bit startled, but then replied, "I love you, too, Harry." And with that, they shared their first kiss, which was definitely not their last.
Whew…well, that's it. This IS a one-shot, just to let you know. Well, go review!! Tata!
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