Beyond a dream
Ginny watched the world through dimmed eyes. Her soul was bursting from agony and lies. And her heart had begun to break against the will of fate. And she wondered why, she had never cried before. Not like this. Not for him. Not in a dead world, so dim. And she closed her eyes and she took his hand, but when she opened them, he was gone again. And her hand was cold. Like the wind. She had never been so alone before. Refusing to accept the world anymore. She screamed in her head. And pleaded to have him back. But her soul told her 'no' and her mind pulled a knife to slaughter those thoughts. To forget about him and her world that had gone so gray. Like darkness on the lake. And she opened her eyes and stared at the moon in surprise. There was a man on the hill with a firefly stare and dark black hair. He didn't speak nor did he smile. He just stood there and gazed at her for a while. He was not real… Or could it be? Had he returned to her? But what was that shadow upon the hill when her love's body lie dead on the ground? Then who was that man, who looked her way? And whispered in the wind 'everything will be okay. Don't cry and I won't die, as long as you remember my name. I'll still be yours. I'm here. So close your eyes and take my hand and I know that miracles will happen, if you just believe I'm here. I'll take you away, beyond this dream. Away with me.' But Ginny stayed, and dared not to move. For those green eyes, those haunting green eyes just died in her arms. Who was this man on the hill? Who swore if she didn't cry he wouldn't die. How could that be true while his body laid there, broken and quiet in this faded summer's noon? She pulled up her might and she wiped off her tears and walked to her love on the hill. But the closer she got to those green eyes the more she'd cry and the more his memory would fade, beginning to die. She couldn't help but cry harder as she ran to his outstretched hand on the hill. He was begining to fade with a tear on his face. So she ran harder than she had ever run in her life and right when she thought, she'd feel his fingertips. He was gone. Diminished into the night. No one was there. There was no man on the hill, just her. A girl now the shadow on the hill against the pale white moon. And the harder she'd cry the more he tried to say those words again. But she wouldn't listen. He said it once more to the girl of his dreams: 'don't cry and I won't die, as long as you remember my name. I'll still be yours. I'm here. So close your eyes and take my hand, and I know miracles will happen again. If you'll just believe I am here. I'll take you away, even if it's just in your dreams. Away with me.' But she had fallen to hard to know he wasn't really gone. So he gave up and decided to lead her on. To a place beyond her dreams, away with him. Just like he promised her. So Ginny followed that quiet voice, that smooth young whisper that flowed through the air. And she walked through the dark. Until she reached a place she thought she'd never see again. A silent veil in a darkened room. With that beautiful whisper calling her to her doom. Her fate. This blissful dream. She pulled back the blowing curtain of the whispering archway and saw his hand. She took it… never to return again. Smiling beyond this dream. And though nobody ever knew where she had gone, they all assumed it was too much for her to take. They all assumed her dead, as dead as he, Harry. The boy who died. The world would never know that they were dancing upon faded stars and running past a blissful moon, away from doom. And toward love. Beyond a dream.