Her Fallen Angel
Don't Hurt
CarEtoDreaM
Summary: He was her fallen angel and she would be the one that would lift him back up.
A/N: I'm sorry about the humungous long wait. It's been over 6 months and I hope that not all of my readers of this fic have abandoned me and that new readers will join! So I'd just like to apologize like crazy and PLEASE ENJOY THE NEW CHAPTER! Also, REVIEW !
Last Time
She reached for a fortune cookie and Harry felt himself began to panic slightly. She broke the cookie in half and nibbled on it slightly, deciding to wait a little while until she would look at it. What if she says no when I ask her to marry me? What will I
His thoughts were cut short however when he heard a loud noise, a noise sounding as if somebody had just broken through a door. The noise was then followed by the screams of somebody Mrs. Chan, his mind screamed at him.
The two looked at each other and then Ginny nodded her head. "Stay where you are Ginny, and keep your wand out."
"Be careful!" Ginny cried after Harry as he bolted down the stairs.
Ginny stared back at the chair where Harry had just been, not knowing what to make of the situation. She took her fortune cookie and pulled the little slip of paper that held the fortune out. She gasped when she read the words that were written on the paper.
Will you marry me Ginevra Weasley?
He's never really realized it before, but he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. It's sort of pathetic though, isn't it? How the entire wizarding world could have placed the sole responsibility of the world's safety on a person when he was only a sixteen year old boy. Sixteen. Boy. It's not like he had any choice in it though. What could he have done? What could he have said? Blatantly refused? No, it didn't work that. In the eyes of the world, if the great Harry Potter refused to save their world, then who would? The greater question being, who actually could do it, except for Harry Potter? The answer was simple, no one. No one else could it. Harry Potter wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived for no bloody reason. He lived for one simple reason, to kill Voldemort, to destroy him, once and for all.
St. Mungo's
She sat on one of the seats in St. Mungo's, her head in a daze. Her hand was in the pocket of her robe, repeatedly touching the little piece of paper almost as if she wants to make sure that it was really there and not just her imagination. Footsteps echoed down the corridor and she turned her head in the direction from which it came. Harry stood before her, looking much more tired than he had earlier that evening.
"How is she?" Ginny asked, as she got out of the chair and headed towads him.
"She's recovering," he replied flatly.
"How are you?"
"I'm fine."
She could tell that he was frustrated and distraught. He kept on running his hands thought his hair and sighing.
There were times she found herself wishing that they weren't who they were. She wished that he wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, but only simply Harry Potter. She wished that she wasn't The-Girl-Who-Had-Been-Possessed, but only Ginny Weasley. Everything would be so much simpler then, wouldn't it? That wasn't going to happen though, and she had to get her head out of that fantasy.
A small sob escaped her as bitter thoughts ran through her head. Just because she was willing to accept it didn't mean that had to like it. She didn't understand how some people could be so cruel. Why couldn't they just leave them alone? They had already hurt him enough; they had already made him suffer so much, why couldn't they just stop? Why couldn't they let him live the rest of his life in peace?
She found herself sobbing harder as Harry pulled her into his arms. She always felt safe and secure in his arms, protected, but who would be there to protect him? He barely let her in on anything; he never really told her how he was feeling. She wanted to know thought, she wanted to know though, and she wanted to change everything. She had to be his protector, she had to protect him. She had to make him stop hurting as much as he did now.
"You love me, don't you Harry?" Ginny whispered.
"Of course I love you Ginny," he whispered back to her.
"Then I guess that the answer to your fortune cookie is yes."
As Harry pulled away from her, his eyes wide and surprised, she pulled the little slip of paper out of her pocket.
Holding the fortune in front of his eyes and laughing, she repeated herself, "I guess that the answer to your fortune cookie is yes."
"Thank you," he whispered into her hair after he had slipped the ring onto her fingers.
"What for?" she asked him, seemingly confused.
"For allowing me to experience more happiness than I've ever had in my entire life," he replied before kissing her softly on the lips.
"I love you, Harry," she said firmly before kissing him hard on the lips. "And if we want to make this marriage work, you're going to have to trust me. Tell me thing Harry, don't keep everything to yourself. Don't hurt by yourself, if you're ever hurting, I want you to tell me, I expect you to tell me. Learn to trust people Harry, not everyone is a liar. You've carried enough weight on your shoulders alone, it's about time that somebody helped you out a little bit."
He hugged her as tight as he could and kissed her on the forehead. For now, it was all the answer that she needed. Harry needed time, she understood that, and she was willing to give it to him. Whenever he was ready, he would open up to her and she would be there for him.
All that mattered at that moment was that they loved each other. Deep inside their hearts, they both understood that no matter what happened in life that would be the one thing that would never ever change.
A/N: Once again, sorry for the long wait, and I hope that everyone enjoyed the chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!
