F/N:- Another one mateys, as I'm editing the rest of my songfics. I had a bit of a shock when I realised you weren't allowed lyrics in stories. Oh well, it's sorted now. Originals are available via me (inc. lyrics for you who can't find them online). Another HP/GW fic, another song from The Calling. I love these guys!

Title – Wherever You Will Go

Genre – Angst/Romance

Summary – "The last thing he felt, just as he slipped into peaceful dark was the ghosting of soft lips over his, wet and salty as if with tears. He heard the whispered 'I love you' and succumbed to death." It's after the last battle, and Harry returns to watch his wife sleep. HP/GW.


Harry sat, half-perched on the edge of the bed, watching his wife, Ginevra Weasley, sleep. He watched her chest rise and fall slightly as she drew in life-giving breath, and as she breathed out, watching a few strands of her soft red hair flutter in the tiny breeze, the threads shining bronze and gold when they caught the light. He watched her eyelashes, the same beautiful ruby red, like phoenix fire, as they lay gracefully on her soft, white skin. And he continued to watch as she turned over, her back to the middle of the double bed, arm flopping over the side of the bed, and hair spreading over the pillow.

The sun was shining brightly through the window, the curtains having been left open by accident the night before. It was a stunning sunrise, the golds and pinks and blues and purples all mixing together with the oranges and reds surrounding the yellowing disc, promising another great day. Out of the window he could see the back garden of their small house, where a tall, flourishing tree stood among the lush grass. It would be a great day for Quidditch.

(Verse 1)

Harry smiled sadly, watching the breeze tug at the branches, before reverting his gaze back to the woman before him. She was smiling now. His silvery eyes glistened with tears, but he smiled too, and continued to watch his love sleep. Soon, too soon she would wake, wake, and find him gone again. Then she would cry, and he would cry, and she would never know that he was stood beside her, wishing he could take away all her pain.

Of course, thoughts like these always brought his mind back to That Day. And it definitely deserved the capitals.

Harry stood, black robes billowing around his legs, facing Voldemort. He was grinning, his putrid, snake-like face twisted into an evil smirk. He was toying with him, pushing his buttons, but this time, Harry wouldn't fall for it.

"So, boy, here to revenge your parents deaths? And that ugly mutt I suppose. Good family that one, shame he went bad. Or should I say good?" he laughed, high-pitched and menacing. "And who'd have thought that from their little group, of all people, Peter would come to me, offering his services? Of course, he had his uses."

Harry tightened his grip on his wand, not in anger, but in concentration. His hands were getting sweaty, and it was affecting his grip.

"Or are you just trying to prove yourself? A boy, that is all you are. A meddlesome boy. And I really don't want to disappoint you, but Harry, you can't win." He emphasised 'can't' especially, trying to rub it in the emerald-eyed man's face. But Harry ignored him, he had other things to concentrate on. He needed to get the timing just right…

"I wonder what we shall play today, Harry? Maybe I should instruct Bellatrix and her friends to find your friend, Lupin, is that his name? Maybe they should, 'play', with him too?"

Voldemort, too busy gloating, never saw it coming. Barely noticed as Harry raised his wand at his side, missed the glance the man gave two people who stood near by, currently captive by Death Eaters – Albus and his Ginny. The old man looked uncharacteristically sad, but then he knew Harrys' plan. The only other one who knew. He was currently holding the shoulder of his furious and panicked wife, who shared his emotion-filled gaze for a few short seconds that filled an eternity. He mouthed three short words at her across the room as Voldemort continued to laugh.

'I love you.' Then, turning back to his arch-nemesis, he muttered the incantation, in a voice, which suddenly filled the room.

"Avada Kedavra."

(Chorus)

As the emerald light span it's way across the short distance, Harry felt peace. Voldemort finally noticed something was wrong – his enemy shouldn't be fighting back – shock crossed his face, anger, surprise, disgust. Hate. Then he froze as the light enveloped his chest, cutting right through his thin torso, and sending him to the floor, crumpled. Just as Harry watched the frozen face before him, he saw the sudden glimpse of another emotion across the gaunt face – freedom. Then, his knees crumpling, the dead body of Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, fell to the floor.

At that precise second, Harry felt the expected but sudden pain grip his chest and his forehead, directly along the scar. He heard the screams of Death Eaters – worried and angry at the death of their master-, Order members and his friends at him as he fell to the floor, his knees buckling, his vision fading, his heart dying. Voldemort's unbeknown curse had struck – linked through Harry's scar, the spell from Harrys' own wand was killing him.

The last thing he felt, just as he slipped into peaceful dark was the ghosting of soft lips over his, wet and salty as if with tears. He heard the whispered 'I love you' and succumbed to death.

Funny how the mind, in the last few moments before death records everything with crystal clear precision: he could still feel the touch of her lips, the taste of salty tears, smell her sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate, hear her whispered words, feel the love.

(Verse 2)

Ginny was waking now, sleepily, her eyelids fluttering open to greet the new day. Alone. With a pang, Harry suddenly sobbed. He wanted to hold her, to tell her it was going to be alright, or better still, to slip into that bed, snuggle up against her and tell her it was all a nightmare, that he was alive, that he loved her. But he couldn't. The best he could do, would be to terrify her out of her wits by wrapping ice-cold arms around her, kiss ice kisses across her cheek, give her part of him back. But he couldn't do that. And so he would watch, and wait. Cry her tears, laugh her laughs, and watch her live and love and wait until they could be reunited.

(Chorus)

What he wouldn't give for just one kiss, one meeting, one time to hold her close. Anything. If he could go back in time and take back the past, but his destiny had been preset from that fateful Halloween night. He had always known, ever since Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy, that there would be this moment. And he still hated it.

Closing his eyes briefly, he felt something akin to warmth run down his shoulders, as if someone had cast a warm Disillusionment charm down his neck. Opening his eyes, he stared wide-eyed as the colour ran down his arms like ink. Tanned brown skin, green shirt, black jeans, and, when he ran to the mirror, green eyes. Shocked, he dimly noticed he was still slightly transparent, but with colour. Like stained glass.

A muffled groan from the bed as Ginny pulled herself up brought his attention, and he swivelled round. Could she see him?

That question was quickly answered as the woman looked up, then froze, staring straight at him. Her face was amok with emotion, and her eyes bright.

"Harry?" she said weakly, stepping forwards. Harry, stunned and not knowing what to do, stay stood there, and watched her as she approached, tears gleaming in her eyes. His eyes followed her greedily, and as she reached out to brush him with delicate fingers, he reached out to touch her hand. It was solid.

Suddenly, as if they had been waiting for a cue, Harry pulled her forwards into his embrace as she rushed forwards into his arms. She was truly crying now, great tears, and for that matter, so was he. They clutched each other for their lives, both continuing to make sure the other was there.

(Verse)

Ginny looked up into his eyes, still almost disbelieving. She ran a hand across his cheek, and he shivered.

"Ginny." He whispered brokenly, stroking the hair out of her face. Then he reached down and captured her lips in a kiss. It was bliss, wonderful paradise, heaven, an accumulation of everything he had ever wished for, hoped for, dreamed for.

"I love you." He said as they broke away. "I've always loved you. I want you to remember that, Gin."

"I love you too, Harry. And I could never forget. But how-" Her features formed a small frown as she tried to figure out how her dreams had come true.

"I don't know. But I've been watching you." He laughed lightly, thinking how corny that sounded. "And I want you to know that I'll still watch over you, but I want you to be happy, and to love and to live and be old and have grandchildren. And when you come to join me, I'll be waiting for you."

"Why can't I come with you now? Or why can't you stay? It's so unfair, after what you did, and they took you away from me, away from us."

"I know, Gin." Harry smiled sadly, holding her close. "It's unfair, but I'll be here as long as I can, and you'll never be alone."

(Verse 3)

Ginny was crying again, but trying vainly not to, and smiling despite them. Harry continued.

"And you can't join me, because I don't want you to die." As Ginny start to protest, he stopped her with a quick look. "You have a long life ahead of you, and I want you to enjoy it first. You need to live, I need you to live, everyone needs you to live." As Ginny still had the patent Weasley-stubborness look plastered over her features, he tried a different tack.

"Will you do it for me? Will you live for me?" At this the look faded, and tears appeared in her eyes again.

"I will, Harry." She whispered in his ear as she pulled herself up and breathed in his smell – cologne and blue skies. "I will do it for you."

(Chorus)

As they held each other close again, Harry felt the cold spread back down his arms and torso, spreading to his legs slowly.

"I have to go." He whispered, kissing her cheek lightly where the tears fell. Ginny had her eyes tight shut and her head bowed, but nodded.

"I love you." They both said at the same time, and then Harry disappeared.

Ginny stood for a moment, letting the tears fall, then brushed them away. She glanced around herself, and tried to grin at thin air, while Harry watched.

"Well, if you want me to live for you, I'd better start then." She dressed quickly and went to the door, turning back as she left.

"And don't forget to follow me. One rule only – no watching me with another man!" Harry laughed, grinning hugely, and even though she could not possibly have heard, she seemed to guess, and walked out into the world, her invisible, silent love along with her.

(Chorus)