A/N – Another chapter finally up! Actually, out of the other stories I read on fan fiction, I have updated the most…weird…So anyway! So yeah, I NEED MORE REVIEWS! BTW – especially review me if you like Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance, Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco, or Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy because me and my friend are writing a fan fiction with all of them in it. It's called The B Side To Reality and its in the We Will Rock You section under miscellaneous. Review me to tell me if you like them so that I know I have more readers on that story!
Disclaimer: Okay I know I have skipped this recently so I'll say it now. Anything Harry Potter related or any songs that I throw in here that have either been previously used or will be used in the future do NOT belong to me! Thank you for your time…now onto my story.
9 – Sugarcoated Distress – 9
Ginny woke up to the sounds of the lake and all the creatures that live within it. Her clothes stuck to her body because of the dew on the grass. She could barely hear the voices coming from the Great Hall where everyone was laughing and talking optimistically. Where no one was wondering, 'Where could Ginny be?'
Starving, she took one of the loaves of bread that the house elves had given her and started eating it. At this point, she didn't care how much of school she missed. It was worth the time away from Harry. They had a fight the night earlier. This wasn't meant to happen and Harry just blew everything out of proportion.
She still loves him and she's sure he still loves her; it's Harry that has doubts. Ginny didn't know what drove her to even want to run away. The only thoughts going through her mind at the time were that she needed space…time to think. Now she's got that time, but all she can think about is Harry and the looks he kept giving her.
At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to run inside, grab Harry and give him a hug filled with sentiment and tell him he was wrong. She still loves him.
Only, she couldn't do that, because inside the Hogwarts castle, Harry, Ron and Hermione were opening the day's mail…or in Harry's case, the days sorrow. The front page story of the Quibbler, which Harry had read ever since the whole Rita Skeeter issue, was a story worth more than the front page of the Daily Prophet.
He untied the magazine from Hedwig's leg and began to read, horror stricken. Staring back at him was a picture of Sirius, his body mangled and blue. The headline read, 'Dead? Or Alive? The Story Unfolds.'
Harry frantically flipped to the pages inked with the story. Scanning through the article, little blurbs painted the unspeakable picture. Things like, 'Black found today', 'Dead outside Grimmauld Place', 'Never really dead in the first place', 'Work of the Dark Lord', and 'Harry Potter's last hope, gone…'
He began tapping Ron vigorously on the shoulder, trying to break him and Hermione up long enough to have them follow him to the common room.
"Why? What is it?" Ron asked, struggling to keep up with Harry on their way out of the Great Hall.
"We can't talk about it here." He proceeded up the stairs and into their common room where they sat alone. Harry pulled the magazine out of his cloak pocket and thrust it into their faces.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron said, grabbing the magazine and flipping to the story. He and Hermione read silently, looks of shock slowly creeping upon their faces. "Does this mean he's…really dead this time?" Ron asked.
"Seems that way doesn't it." Hermione said, gesturing towards the gruesome photos plastered on the page. "I'm really sorry Harry…" she continued, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's really terrible news…for all of us."
Harry thought for a moment then said, "I can't wait until winter vacation…" he had a look in his eyes that could kill. "That's when I'll strike…"
No one could say anything at that point. No one was sure of anything. Harry was taking a big risk, but no one would stop him. The worst part may have even been that no one could help him.
"I've got to tell Ginny." Forgetting all about the fight they had last night, Harry ran towards the girls dormitories. "Ginny!" He yelled for her up the stairs. With no answer, he went into the room and searched around for her. "Ginny?" He noticed her trunk was flung open, most of its contents strewn upon the floor with a few missing. "Oh no…"
Thoughts of where she might be crossed his mind as he made his way to the front doors. "Ginny!" he called out, cracking the silent glass of air that spread like frosting over the earth. Unfortunately, no one heard him.
Everything was going wrong in Harry's life, and this wasn't the first time. "Ginny…" he whispered to himself. He sat down in the dewy grass. "I miss you…" He put his head down and sobbed into his arms.
LINE
Meanwhile
Ginny still lay by the Black Lake, but out of view of the front doors. Headphones rested on her head and she closed her eyes, trapping herself in the images from the song.
"Wings Of A Butterfly"
Heaven ablaze in our eyes
We're
standing still in time
The blood on our hands is the wine
We
offer as sacrifice
Chorus
Come on, and show them your
love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my
love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
This
endless mercy mile
We're crawling side by side
With hell
freezing over in our eyes
Gods kneel before our
crime
Chorus
Come on lets show, them your love
Rip out
the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my love
Rip out the
wings of a butterfly
For your soul
(Rip out the wings of a
butterfly)
Don't let go
(Rip out the wings of a
butterfly)
For your soul
Chorus
Come on, and show them
your love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul, my
love
Rip out the wings of a butterfly
For your soul
(Rip out
the wings of a butterfly)
Don't let go
(Rip out the wings of
a butterfly) x2
For your soul
The song fit so seamlessly with her current situation. Sacrificing her relationship Harry so she wouldn't invite any more pain, sickly reminded her of ripping out the wings of a butterfly. She tossed her headphones off and ruffled her hair over her eyes.
Lost in thought, not even really thinking about what she was doing, she stood up. The wind blew her hair back. She took a few steps forward, towards the lake. Now there was only about a foot separating it from her.
Closing her eyes, she thought back to the fight her and Harry had the night before. Somehow, she had to forget. She wanted to forget. To start over fresh. She opened her eyes and saw the lake…saw a symbol for cleansing herself.
Not thinking much, she walked further…and further and didn't stop walking until she was entirely emerged in the water. It was a picturesque sight. All the creatures were asleep near the bottom of the lake and the water was so clear you could see for miles.
She looked around, admiring the splendor that was never known to exist until all her breath was gone. She let her body float to the surface. The closer she got, the more clearly she could hear a faint sound of someone calling her name.
Her face hit the air and she looked around. Not seeing anyone or hearing anything, she lay back against the bank and relaxed.
LINE
Harry's head still lay on his arms, but his sobbing had subsided. I can't give up hope. I've got to keep looking… he told himself. Lifting his head, he looked around, deciding where to start. For some reason, the very edge of the Black Lake that was visible seemed to be the right place.
He got up and walked towards it, confidence growing with ever step, especially when he got close enough to make out what seemed to be a small knapsack. Having gotten a little closer, he also saw a figure in the water. This figure had red hair.
Suddenly, it went under the water. Harry assumed correctly that this figure was Ginny; however, he also assumed that she was drowning, so he ran over to the Lake and jumped in as an attempt to save her.
Only, she wasn't drowning, so when Harry grabbed her arm and pulled them both to the surface of the water, Ginny was slightly bemused.
"Harry?" she was slightly alarmed to see him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his wet hair flopping over his eyes.
"Um…yeah, fine. I thought you didn't love me anymore…" she said, not able to look at him for fear of falling victim to how strikingly sexy he looked at that moment.
Harry said nothing and Ginny turned farther away. Dejection took over her, but when she felt Harry's hand on her shoulder pull her closer to him, she felt warmer. Her head turned to face him. However, he wasn't looking long before he was able to pull her into a passionate kiss.
All her thoughts of giving him up floated away like the way they floated in the water. The world seemed to spin around them and nothing else mattered. When they pulled apart, Harry told Ginny as he looked longingly into her eyes, "I will never stop loving you."
"And I would never dream of not being with you."
They kissed again, only longer. Harry moved his hands to her waist and found the edge of her shirt. He slid his hands underneath it and preceded them up to the small of her back, massaging her soft skin with his fingertips.
Ginny pulled her face away from Harry's, not breaking their gaze. She reached for the rim of her shirt where Harry's hands had only moments ago bee, and pulled the shirt over her head, leaving it to float on top of the water.
Harry leaned in to kiss her more as his hands quickly found their way to the back of her bra. Silent moments passed in which each of their clothes were removed, one by one, sitting on the bank.
In the heat of the moment, telling Ginny about Sirius had left his head entirely. They lay together in the water, embraced in the most avid of moments they had ever shared.
The day seemed to go by so slowly after they had parted to go back to their daily schedules. Every minute spent seemed like a minute wasted since they weren't together. Every hour they spent wishing the day was shorter so they could see each other again. But for Harry, every second was also a second spent worrying about the whole Voldemort situation. He still needed to tell Ginny about Sirius. She needed to know before he left to seek his revenge…He didn't want her to worry…
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