Title: Everything
Rating: PG
Pairing: HP/GW
Disclaimer: It's not mine and I really wouldn't want it to end this way anyhow.
Author's Note: This is my first HP fic, so sorry if it offends.
Warning: Character death.
Everything
Lying on the rain soaked grass, chaos reining the field around him, Harry Potter came to a realization; he was going to die. Very soon, if the slow, lethargic numbness that was creeping up insistently upon him was any indication.
"Harry! Harry, damn it! Look at me!"
He turned at the sound of her voice. He stared up into the warm, brown eyes of the love of his life and knew he'd never see her again. At least, not in this life. He knew, without utmost certainty, that he was dieing and this was his last chance. This would be his last chance to tell her how he really felt.
Harry had hid his true feelings from her so that she would not suffer the same fate as his parents, as Sirius, as Remus, as Tonks, as so many others. He smiled a watery, painful smile at her.
"Gin..." He could hardly breathe, let alone talk.
"Oh, thank Merlin." Her voice was soft above him. "Just stay awake, Harry. I'm going to get one of the Medi-witches."
She moved as if to stand, eyes now searching the field for an available healer. He grabbed her arm, holding her there. She turned back to him, eyes pleading.
"Harry, I have to get a healer. You'll be fine if I can get a healer."
Her voice was thick and wet; she knew he was dieing too. He swallowed hard and tried to speak.
"Gin...I..." His voice croaked hoarsely, but he pushed on; he had to tell her. "I love you, Gin." He breathed with a smile.
"Oh, Harry." Fat tears dripped from Ginny's chin. "I love you too, Harry."
They stared into each other's eyes for a time before the reality of the situation kicked back into Ginny's consciousness with a cough from Harry. Voldemort's smoldering ashes lay in a pile roughly four and half feet away from them. Harry's stomach was bleeding heavily and the rest of his body was bruised all over. "Just hang in there, Harry. I'll be right back. I have to get a healer to you."
"No...stay with me."
He held onto her arm, beseeching her with his eyes. A sob escaped her lips. Harry was dieing.
"Harry...I have to..."
Her eyes pleaded with him in turn.
"I'm dieing, Gin...Please, stay with me." Harry begged, something he rarely did.
"No. You won't die if you just let me get a bloody Medi-witch, Harry!"
Ginny's temper and determination were famous. She could do nearly anything if she set her mind to it. But Harry knew there was nothing to be done, he was as good as dead. He didn't want to die alone.
"Please, Gin..."
He tugged on her arm, pulling her into his arms. She didn't fight him; she wanted to be there with him in the end. She loved him and had for years. She laid her head on his chest, tears streaming down her face. He kissed the top of her head fondly, as if this wasn't the first time he'd held her—even though it was.
"I had to tell you Gin...You're all that I've ever wanted; ever needed...You're everything..."
Ginny turned to face him. Her lips brushed his as the life left his body. Ginny sobbed into the robes of the only boy she had truly loved.
Harry Potter was dead.
Author's Note, II: This fic is inspired by a Lifehouse song entitled "Everything". Let me know what you think (i.e., review).
Thanks for reading!
Bri, the PQ