Mar 30, 2006
A/N:
This is the original version of the fic (the first chapter was altered considerably from this), and I felt that since it's an entirely different style, it deserved some sort of honorable mention type thing. So here it is.
After you've finished reading, I'd appreciate if you let me know through a review or a private message which version you think is better, the first one or this one. (:
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Ginny, I Love You
(Original Version)
Once there was a little girl who lived in a castle far away in a land far away. She had red hair and clear blue eyes and a passion and a soul and a spirit and she loved the boy with the forest green eyes and the smile that sang. And oh, how she longed for him to look into her eyes and gaze into her eyes and stare into her eyes and stroke her cheeks and say warm things and tell her Ginny, I love you.
Once when she was lost and hurt and alone in the dark he had come and he had saved her and he had healed her and calmed her and rescued her from the mean boy who lived in the diary and who had said he was a friend. And she had taken one look at his flaming sword and his deep green eyes and his spirit and his soul and his heart and she had known that he was the one and that he would always be the one. But even still he wouldn't hold her and still he wouldn't kiss her and still he wouldn't look into her eyes and tell her Ginny, I love you.
She stood at the sidelines as he fell in and out of like with the girl with the raven locks and sad memories and she felt guilty about feeling happy when he decided that the raven haired princess wasn't the one. She sat to one side while he battled dragons and mermaids and while he sat quietly and sullenly and unhappily at the ball with another at his side. She waited in her bed one warm night that suddenly turned cold and waited patiently and waited worriedly while he was off battling the forces of darkness. For he was sure to prevail and he was sure to come back and he had to come back because she had waited for him and waited oh so patiently for him.
And one day, one cold day and happy day and glorious beautiful jolly day in winter she had tumbled down the slopes in her coat and laughed down the slopes in her winter coat and lay in a giggling heap in the snow in her winter coat and tried to get up but couldn't. And he had tumbled down after her and laughed down after her and sprawled right next to her and turned to her and looked at her and finally, finally, finally gazed into her eyes and told her Ginny, I love you.
Then they were happy and then they were oh so happy and then they danced and they laughed and sang and danced and laughed until Hermione came to bring them lunch and smiled at them and my but she was happy for them. And then there was Ron to laugh at them and point and laugh at them but the little girl didn't mind because she was happy and she laughed back and pointed back and told him Ron, just bugger off.
And they had gone inside and talked by the fire and sat by the fire and drank butterbeer by the fire and the boy with the jet black hair had turned to her and told her Ginny don't forget me because I wont forget you. And with tears in her eyes she had turned to him and quickly turned to him and begged him to Stop, please stop, Harry because I won't forget and you won't forget and we will never ever ever forget.
The little girl with the fiery red hair and clear blue eyes would dream that they were married and that they lived in a house with a yard and a garden and a white picket fence and she would be a healer and he would be an Auror and they would be happy and they would be very happy and they would sing and they would dance and laugh with their two little black haired boys and one little red haired girl.
At these times she would smile and laugh and clench his hand tight and once he'd seen that smile and heard that laugh and felt his hand clenched tight and returned her smile and held her close and offered two knuts for her thoughts. And she laughed and she hugged him and told him about their house and their lawn and their white picket fence and their two little black haired boys and one little red haired girl and then he smiled and he kissed her and promised her Someday, Ginny, someday.
And then he had gone off to fight the darkness and hunt the darkness and conquer and kill and destroy the darkness and before he left he had given her a rose and promised her he wouldn't die and he wouldn't forget her and that he would come back. And she sat alone at home and she cried alone at home and watched the rain fall like rivers and oh how she wished she could help him and how she wished she could save him but she couldn't and she couldn't she couldn't but oh how she wished she could. And she would sit there by herself and wonder where he was and wonder how he was and Oh Harry please be okay
And every day she sat there and every day she cried there and her heart was weeping and her soul was weeping and her heart and soul were weeping and how she stayed alive she didn't know. Hermione came to see her and Ron came to see her and Hermione and Ron had both come to see her but she pushed them away and told them she was okay and of course she was okay and that she just needed some time alone.
And finally he had come back and at last he had come back and Ron had come to see her and tell her Ginny, Harry's coming home. And then her heart had soared and then her body and spirit had soared because she would finally see him and they would be together and they would be happy together and Thank heavens he's alive, Ron aren't you glad he's alive?
And she had gone to meet him at the station and she had to go meet him at the station and she was decked out carefully in her best robes and smiling her best smile with a heart full of love and eyes that said Harry, welcome home. And there he was, behind the wizard with the cobalt suitcase and next to the witch with the green purple hair and handing the conductor his ticket and he was Harry but was he really Harry with his different clothes and different face and different smile?
He had more scars to show than just the lightning scar and more tales to tell than just his childhood and he was older and he was wiser and older and wiser but was he really the same boy with the same messy hair and emerald eyes and the smile that sang and that had once held her close and breathed in her hair and told her Ginny I love you?
And she had tried to catch his eye and strained to catch his eye but he didn't see her through the throng and didn't see her through the crowd and didn't see her through the girls who declared their love and he didn't look at her and he didn't smile at her and he didn't hug her or kiss her or tell her Ginny, I love you.
So she watched as he grew up and she watched as he grew strong and she watched as he stopped being the boy with the nervous smile and why wasn't he still the boy with the nervous smile and why wasn't he still Harry? And she watched as he was admired and watched while he was loved and watched as he fell in love with the prettiest admirer who had a perfect body and had a perfect face and who had a perfect name which was Ella.
And so she sat through his wedding with a smile and a Bless You but her heart was weeping and her soul was weeping and everything but her eyes were weeping and oh how she wished she was up there in place of Ella. She wished she was Ella and how she dreamed she was Ella and how she hoped she was Ella but she wasn't Ella and couldn't be Ella because she could only be Ginny with the flame red hair and the clear blue eyes who loved the boy with the smile that sang.
What a beautiful bride they had said and What a handsome groom they had said and Weren't they just a perfect couple and weren't they precious? And she had nodded along and pretended to be happy while her heart and her soul and her being screamed at her to please don't do this and why was she doing this and Ginny, stop before you do something brash.
The Hermione had approached her and Ron had approached her and the twins and Bill and Charlie had approached her and she brushed them aside and told them Go away guys, I'll be fine. But she wasn't fine and she wasn't alright and at this point she was beginning to think she would never be alright because she was slowly dying inside and outside and inside and outside and how could she be fine when she was dying and Harry how could you forget?
And then she tried to approach him under a mask of congratulations to ask him and beg him and get down on her knees to beg him to Remember Harry, you promised you would. But when she neared she saw him sitting on the couch with an arm wrapped around Ella and damn Ella and why did she have to steal him away and why had she even been born? And she couldn't talk to him, simply could not talk to him because he had Ella and he had happiness and she had nothing but she still loved him and how could she ruin his happiness when she still loved him?
Besides, he was Harry and he was the Harry and she was only Ginny and how could he love her if she was only Ginny? She wasn't pretty and she wasn't talented and she wasn't smart or quick or great and she wasn't Ella and she wasn't Ella because she was Ginny.
So she tried to not remember and she tried to move on and soon she grew up and married and forgot about the boy with the green eyes and messy black hair and the smile that sang. And her husband was kind and he was gentle and he kept her happy and kept her alive and wasn't that enough? And she sang and she danced and she laughed and smiled and sang and danced because Yes honey, it was.
But she didn't sing like she used to and she didn't dance like she used to and she didn't laugh or smile or sing like she used to.
And she never had children and she was never a healer and she never had a house with a lawn and a white picket fence.
Her husband told her Yes Dear and her husband told her No Dear and he told her Bless you and Why wont you come to bed dear and Hurry up your supper's getting cold.
But he never looked at her like he had and he never kissed her like he had and he never smiled at her and brushed the snow away and told her Ginny, I love you.
And she with the fiery red hair and the clear blue eyes…she never heard another Ginny, I love you.
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A/N:
Once again, review, etc. And thanks.