Title: Wish
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Ginny Weasley
Pairing: Harry/Ginny (in absentia)
Summary: Set during Ginny's sixth year Hogwarts.
A/N: It's cliché, I know, but I'm am musician and thus, music affects me. I was listening to "Airplanes" by B.O.B. And Haley's "I could really use a wish right now" made me think of Ginny during this time in her life...
Ginny Weasley sits in the window of the common room. Her face is streaked with tears as she watches the skies. She knows that she should be in bed, but somehow, it doesn't seem to matter how much time you spend in your bed when sleep isn't a possibility anyway.
This year has been so awful. Between the fear of forces outside of the castle, and the terror of what actually lies within it, it's been a miracle that she's managed to stay sane. If it weren't for Neville and Luna, she doesn't know what she'd do.
But, no matter what she does, sleep won't come. Not for her. And so, instead, she wonders.
She wonders where they are. If they're safe. She wonders if they've had enough to eat or if they're cold or frightened.
She also worries.
For example, she's worried about her brother. It was she and Ron against the world, once, and she's never forgotten that, not matter how much she took the mickey out of him last year. She wants him to be back, safe, where they know that he's alive. She promises whatever powers exist that if they bring her brother back to her, she'll give him back all of the tee shirts that she's stolen from him, but that she's keeping the jeans. They're too short for him, now, anyway.
She worries about Hermione. The girl that became her unlikely confidant as they steeled themselves against a house full of boys. The girl that she knows loves her brother more than he'll ever figure out, more than likely.
But, mostly, she worries about him.
She knows that he still loves her. She knew for sure when he kissed her back. She knows that, wherever he is, despite his swearing that he can't, that he's thinking about her. She can't explain how she knows, she just does.
She had thought that knowing that he still loved her would help. It doesn't.
It's all wrong. This whole thing. They should have time to work it out. This time should be all about figuring things out, and taking things slow, and being with each other. It shouldn't be about last minutes, and about do or die. It shouldn't be about wanting to be together, but fearing for their lives too much to do it.
She's only sixteen. This should be fun.
For a moment, the world seems so brutally unfair that Ginny can't think of anything she'd rather do than just be done with all of the fear, the horror, and the interminable waiting that she knows isn't going to get any better.
And, after all, the new so-called 'faculty' of the place that used to be a second home to Ginny has made no secret of the methods for any students who want to end it all. She knows that they intend the instructions for muggle-borns, but it would be just as easy for her to do it.
She'd be done. Just like that.
But she can't.
He's not giving up, and she can't either.
Instead, she does the only thing that is in her power to do right now. Before she goes back upstairs to her room, she closes her eyes and makes a wish.