Title: I miss you
Author: Molly the Wanderer
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to one of my personal hero's Jo Rowling. I merely use her work to fuel my own creativity. Thank you.
Authors Note: Consider this as two fics, the first one was far too short for me to post as a stand alone, and I couldn't find a plot to continue it. So it is what it is. The second fic just sort of congealed. I'm dealing with some family things and writing helps calm me down. So, I figure that the first fic takes place within book six and the second fic in book seven. Enjoy.
Fic one: It is dark here. The place in my dreams. Dark, but not frightening. The people I love are here, I can feel them all around me; the people I hate are here, but I don't hate them anymore. I am not sure I know this place; I do know I have never been here…or maybe I have, long, long ago… Everything is so calm here. Calm, and dark, and I can hear their voices, just as I did in the veil room.
Then I wake up, and the nightmare begins again, and the war goes on.
Fic two: A hand reached out to take Harry's; it squeezed, though Harry barely felt it. The middle of December and he hadn't thought to wear gloves. Harry glanced down at the hand, smiling to himself.
"Hello Ginny."
"You have a wand, conjour a pair of mittens or something."
"Why, you're doing a fine job." Ginny Weasley sighed, she was used to Harry being stubborn, but this was a bit much.
"You're different," she said.
"So are you."
"Yes, but –." Harry yanked her towards him; he pulled her up a little and kissed her.
"I missed you."
"Don't change the subject."
"What subject?" Ginny darted back, here before her stood Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, the boy who lived, the chosen one, Dumbledore's golden boy, the boy who had stolen her heart, and given his in return. But he was different somehow, different from the boy who left her at Bill's wedding, colder, darker, a thousand years older. So very far away from Ginny, though only a foot of earth and snow separated them now.
"Why here Harry, why now? You haven't visited all year but, you come visit…him, now."
Harry couldn't meet her gaze, he looked so thin, almost wasted and Ginny was afraid to look him in the face, as if the acid green eyes might have changed to a dusky color, the same as the rest of him.
"I—I was afraid of—damn, why is this so hard!" Harry ran his numb fingers through his hair, he laughed gently,
"Man I really need a shower."
"You could come up to the castle?"
"No, Ginny I love you, but I can't, Dumbledore's not there and I—I can't be either." Harry glanced back at the white tomb; he sighed and looked back at Ginny, and hung his head.
"We miss you." Ginny whispered as she wrapped her arms around Harry.
"I miss you." Harry answered.