A/N: You all asked for me to update so that is what I have been striving for. I'm liking where this story is going so far. I like the songs I have but if you have any ideas please let me know. I'm writing this with no ….spark whatsoever. So be kind in your criticism, it is welcome. Thanks to you my reviewers.
Disclaimer: This song is not mine. It is the property of Evanescence. The song Harry sings (Unchained Melody) is not mine, that belongs to Alex North. The characters in my story and the settings are not mine. They are the property of J.K. Rowling.
Tragedies of Love and War
Chapter 3
Give me a reason to believe
That you're gone
I see your shadow so I know
They're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me
But now I'm taking you home
Ginny was still unable to face the music of Harry's death. She ignored Ron's presence downstairs in Grimmauld Place. She wallowed in grief, his death being torture to her mind. Ginny clothed her small frame and large belly in a black cloak. In the night, she made her way to the place where Harry's body lay. The soft moon showed her the elegant tombstone that marked his place. The epitaph not possibly explaining who he was, or what he'd done. Broken hearted and in silent painful tears of the memories of long ago, she left. She went home. Ginny did not undress, she did not eat. She collapsed on the hardwood floor upstairs. In the morning, she would awake.
She still saw her one true love lingering in the shadows of their home. Ginny refused to believe he was gone. He came to her. His spirit spoke to her. How can you deny what you see is real?
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death, our love goes on
"I am not leaving you, Harry. You're here and you're real and there's nothing that says I can't still have forever. I remember everything you've ever said to me." Ginny was dissolving into tears again. "Our love always prevailed. That's not about to change just because of death."
Some say I'm crazy for my love
Oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side
Oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me
"I've heard someone say I've gone mad. That I should leave this place, leave 'what I think to be your spirit' and care about the child. But Harry, you're real. And I cannot have this child without you.
"Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch, a long, lonely time, as time goes by so slowly, that time can do so much. Are you still mine? I need your love…" Harry's voice echoed to her from the darkness.
She knew he could not go on. She didn't know he was bound to be a wandering empty vacant soul, unless he continued. Harry had half-heartedly chosen to stay and watch over Ginny and their child, and then maybe, maybe he would go on after the birth. Maybe.
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death, our love goes on
And I can't love you any more than I do
"I'm never leaving you Harry. I can't. I remember too much of our life we wanted. Our future. We had a future! We don't have that anymore! There's nothing. But I can't love you anymore than I do. We told each other once we would never let go. Do you remember that?"
His apparition nodded.
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death, our love goes on
And I can't love you any more than I do
Harry looked over his beautiful Ginny. Her belly was swollen considerably. He missed her so much. "Ginny, I love you and I never ever want to leave you. But I can't smell you. I can't touch you. I can't do any of that. It's like looking through a window of a house that has no door, and no way to enter. But I can't be away from you. I'll stay with you. Our love goes on, even in death.
People die, but real love is forever
Ginny stepped forward and embraced the specter. A sudden bone-cold sensation struck through her body and an eerie tingle reached from her shoulders to her toes. She began to weep through the ghost. When she had hugged Harry, there had always been a warm and comforting feeling.
She felt strange and alone.