A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club April

Lyric Alley: 21 - Reaching out for a hand that's not there

Amber's Attic: 12 - "When something is won, it comes with sacrifice."- "Victims of the Revolution" by Bad Religion

Warning: suicide, loss of a loved one,

Word count: 832

Ginny stared up at the stars, counting each twinkling light. Her heart sank as she reached the usual number. There were no extra tonight, there would never be any extra. She smashed her hand against the tiles of the roof, the pain temporarily distracting her from the ache in her heart.

"You're not there, you promised you'd always be there," she whispered, looking up at the stars again. "You said, if I looked up at night, at the stars, I would see you. I would see you always looking down upon me and now, now there's no extra stars. Nothing has changed. The sky is still the same, I'm still the same, and you're not here!" she yelled, rising to her feet. She shook a fist at the sky

"How dare you, Luna! How dare you abandon me now, when nothing is the same and nothing is right and I'm going through everything alone! You promised it would be me and you until the end, until forever and this isn't forever!" Ginny screamed, tears streaming down her face. She turned, her red hair blowing slightly in the breeze. The tile slipped from beneath her foot sending her tumbling down the roof. She grabbed desperately for something to hold onto, but her fingers only clawed the air as she fell.

The plummet wasn't very long, but soon enough Ginny felt herself hit the ground. Her screaming had brought her family running outside. George was the first to reach her. Ginny blinked her eyes. Her head hurt and she sure her arm was broken, at least she didn't remember it being able to bend that direction.

"Ginny! Are you alright?" her mum's voice broke through the crowd. George had already pulled out his wand and reset her arm. It was still tender, but at least it wasn't backwards.

"I think so," Ginny whispered, allowing one of her brothers to help her to her feet. She gently moved her arm. George had gotten very good at setting bones. Ginny felt her mum through her arms around her hugging her tightly.

"I slipped, the tile was loose and I slipped," Ginny explained. She could already see her father and Harry looking up at the roof, planning to fix it. Harry was, as it turned out, not too horrible at small house hold tasks. He did it the muggle way, but it worked well enough.

"You need to be more careful, Ginny. We can't lose you too," Mrs. Weasley whispered, hugging Ginny so tightly she could barely breathe. Ginny didn't bother mentioning that they'd already lost her, that she wasn't the same witch she'd once been. She didn't bother to mention she'd never be the same again. For a moment, she let her mum just hold her, wondering why Luna had abandoned her.

"I think that's enough excitement for one night, everyone back to bed. That includes you, Ginny. I'll put a sticking charm on that window if I thought it would keep you in."

"Night, Mum," Ginny muttered, heading towards her bedroom to lay in silence staring at the only photo of Luna she hadn't destroyed in a fit of rage. It wasn't fair. Luna shouldn't have gotten hurt! She'd been the most innocent of all of them, she hadn't set anyone on fire, hadn't broken a million school rules. Ginny blinked back tears as she smashed her head into her pillow.

"Forever will never come, it doesn't exist, does it?" Ginny asked, pulling the picture back out. Luna looked up at her serenely, smiling.

"I almost died, Luna. Tonight, looking for you among the stars. I fell, for a moment, I hoped, I honestly hoped that I wouldn't make it. I can't live without you, Luna. I shouldn't have to live without you! You lied when you said you'd always be there for me. I'm alone, I'm so alone..." Ginny whispered, tracing her fingers over Luna's face. Slowly, Ginny slid from the bed, walked to the dresser standing in the corner. She opened the top drawer, pushed aside several pairs of knickers, and pulled out a small silvery vial. No one ever seemed to notice when she managed to filch small things. This had been one of the last things she'd taken from Hogwarts. It had been in Slughorn's cabinet.

"You promised, we'd be together, Luna. I guess, you meant I should follow you now? I hope so, I hope you're there waiting for me," Ginny said, her voice almost emotionless as she climbed back into the bed. She uncorked the vial, down the liquid inside in one drink. It burned her throat. She blinked back tears as the world around her started fading.

"See you in a minute, my love," she murmured as her body gave into the blackness. She smiled, thinking about being with her Luna again.

The stars continued to twinkle, sparkle in the night sky. There was the same number as the night before. Tonight, though, no one was counting anymore.