Title:  A Life, Worth Living?

Author: Ignatz Ratzkywatzky

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Etc.

Distribution: Formerly at the now defunct, but widely known, fanfiction archives, Snoggersanon.net

A/N: This work of fiction, while immensely popular at sa.n, has never been posted in such a public domain. I am hoping for this to garner as much appreciation as it did there.

- A life, Worth Living?-

Ginny wiped the sweat from her brow as she tossed her stunning red-gold hair over her shoulder. Intense gardening was the one way she could get away from her nightly terrors. Ever since that fateful summers day, two years past, her insomnia had gone from bad to really, really, really, really bad. The image was still fresh in her mind, as though it happened only days ago, the fear and agony like the smell of new cut grass pungently filling every nook and cranny of her tortured soul.

The image of Harry's incarnadine fingers clutching at thin air as his wand plummeted into the never ending pit of despair made Ginny weep even now, and the sound of his choked out last words, as his bones fused together and his skin boiled still resonated in her dreams. It did not help that the curse that killed Harry had been Voldemort's last, it only served to prove to the ones who loved Harry best, that there would be no revenge.  

As Ginny was contemplating her deep resounding anguish, she did not notice Draco exiting the Burrow, Goblet clutched close to his bosom, in Molly's pink paisley nightgown. He was murmuring sweet nothings into Goblet and wasn't watching where he was going. Draco tripped over a mislaid garden rake and Goblet flew through the air and landed in the stream at the edge of the garden. With an inarticulate, yet feminine, cry Draco lunged futilely after it. As Goblet began to wash away, Ginny was startled out of her meditative state and performed a daring accio to retrieve Draco's waterlogged LOVE SLAVE. As Draco stumbled off, incoherent with joy at his companions return, Ginny somberly reflected on the strange turn of events that had occurred form the time her brothers came across Draco performing inappropriate "charms" on Goblet, to now.

Goblets near demise had given Ginny a heinous idea. Since her beloved Harrys tragic and untimely end, she perceived her own existence to be pointless. All it would take was a slight provocation and Ginny swore to herself that she would throw her tormented body and soul of the riverbank into the screaming whites of an angry stream, willing and ready to take her young life and spew it unkindly into the raging oblivion that was the sea.

"Ginny dear, lunch is on the table, whenever your ready…" Molly's kind voice floated out over the moors and settled gently in Ginny's shell-like ear. It was all she could take. With a final tear for her friends and family, she flung herself of the edge, literally and figuratively, in desperate search for a love long lost.

To be continued……