I know this was really short, but I had it in my mind for a really long time. I know Ginny lamenting is a little Cliche, but i promise its different than the usual one.
I still sometimes think he's coming back. That I'll be sitting at home one day and he'll bust through the front door and things will be ok again. I remember the first time a saw him, I decided right then and there that was the man I was going to marry. I loved him for 5 years. I finally got him, only to loose him a few months later. And then he was mine again and I was convinced things would be ok. But before I had a chance to even be happy he was gone, this time forever. The second time we were together we in a way knew it was probably the end. We got back together in August, after my brothers wedding, before my 6th year. We rushed thing, things went faster than I thought possible. Then in September he was gone, with my brother and best friend. I went back to school. I don't really remember 6th year, just worrying. I remember constant fear, and despair. The only happiness I had that year came from the rare letter telling me they were all ok. Everyone was scared that year, but it was more to me than a war. It was a love I couldn't explain. I didn't know why I loved, only that I did. And then that July he came to me. It was night and I had just returned to the burrow. That was our last night together, the last night that was real. A day later we found out he'd defeated the Dark Lord. The boy who lived was defeated too. Harry didn't die; he just wasn't ever Harry again. I visit him everyday at St. Mungos. He can't move now, only his eyelids and part of his mouth. He barely ever talks, only occasionally saying my name, Ginny. Yet I've never moved on. Never dated another man, or had children. I guess I still hope that one day he'll start talking or moving. And I still want to be his Ginny when he does.
Please review and tell me what you thing. ShouldI write a story about Harry getting back his senses?