If only wishes could come true
A one-shot poem fanfic written by a 16 year old Ginny after the death of Harry. Her thoughts through different fazes (denial, beginning to accept, anger, remembrance and finally accepting the truth) as she makes her way towards accepting the death of Harry.
He hasn't really gone, he can't have left me lonely
This is all some dream that I'll wake up from.
The wars not really over, he never found that Horcrux.
Those spells never flew, that battle never took place,
His wand never fell to the ground, from his limp right hand.
I wish that he'd just walk through the door, his arms outstretched…
If only wishes could come true.
He was different when I saw him last, only three days before he …
There was a shadow across his face that hadn't been there before,
I knew that he had suffered greatly and still suffered then.
He was withdrawn towards everyone, mum, dad, me …
Even Ron and Hermione, who went with him on his journey.
I wish that I could accept the horrible truth, I know it's not a dream now,
If only wishes could come true.
I hate him for leaving me, alone in the world,
He was the only one that I think I truly loved.
I hate the fact that we could have stopped him,
We were all with him when he faced Voldemort, we could have stopped the fight, intervened, anything.
I hate him.
I don't really hate him, how could I even think that,
It wasn't his fault, it was his job.
At least Voldemort's gone too,
But his supporters, The Death Eaters, are still at large.
No one could have saved him, he would not let anyone else do his job,
I wish that he'd never taken on this 'job', that he was still here, right beside me…
If only wishes could come true.
He's really gone, no longer walking this earth,
It's the truth, I can no longer deny it.
It began and ended with the Dark Lord,
To everyone else, he'll always be The Chosen One and The Boys Who Lived,
But to me he'll always be Harry, just Harry
I know now he's gone, but …
If only wishes could come true.