LIFE AFTER DEATH
"Ginevra... are you sure you want to do this?" Fleur asked, frowning. She and Ginny had grown close over the years after the battle, both feeling lonely and out of place without the men they loved. After Harry had died in the Forest, Bill had been a casualty before Luna, Hermione, Ron, and Neville managed to finish off Voldemort.
But Harry was dead.
"Fleur, my life means nothing without him. But he'd kill me if I didn't at least find some way to keep living it. I need to do this. I need to find out who I can be without him. I need to stop moping around. It's been three years. I have to see that I can live on my own, and not just in my own flat, buying my own groceries. Living with his ghost is crushing me," Ginny said, wishing she could explain better. These were some of her last words to the people she loved. Why hadn't she planned them?
"Ginny... if everyone gave up when something like this happened..."
"It's different with you, Fleur. You have Lea. Harry and I didn't have anything but each other, and now that's gone, too." Ginny protested, picking at a thumbnail.
"I will miss you, Ginny. You have been a great comfort to me these past years," Fleur said, her silvery blue eyes filling with perfect tears. Ginny wrapped her arms around her sister in law, grateful that she understood.
"Good luck with Lea, Fleur. Let Ron father her a little... she needs a father."
"I know. Au revoir, cherie."
"No, Fleur. Goodbye for good," Ginny said in a pleading tone, and Fleur shook her head.
"We will meet again, cherie. Maybe not in this lifetime, non, but we will meet again." And with that she disappeared through the door.
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Ginny woke up in a pristine white hospital bed. This was all she knew. All she could remember- she was Ginny. She lay there for what felt like hours- how strange a word, hours was. What, exactly, did it mean, she wondered. Finally , someone walked into the room.
A doctor. Ginny could tell because he had the funny thing around his neck.
"Ah, Ms. Peters. You're awake." He said, flipping through the charts on his sheet of paper. Ginny looked around for a few moments, until she realised he was speaking to her.
"Uh... yeah."
"You have amnesia. You're free to go." The doctor said.
That was all Ginevra Peters remembered of the day she woke up.
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A/N: This is an idea I've been working on for a while. I apologise for the vague-ness of it all, but I hope you all enjoy what I have coming. This will be a more serious piece, focusing on self discovery, which, incidentally, is a huge factor in my life right now.