Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter :(
A.N: OK, this is a little one-shot I wrote up in a bit of my freetime. Basically it's Ginny reflecting on her life with Harry and their love and such. PLEASE review! Pretty please? Just one? Even if it's a flame saying I suck, I don't care. Umm… well anyways, I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it!
POV: Ginny
They say eyes are the windows to the soul. If so, his are most definitely the finest windows I have ever seen. Blazing emerald green, and if you look close enough, flecks of gold, and hazel drift in his eyes like kaleidoscopes. His eyes are the windows to a soul so pure, and full of only good intentions. And, when his eyes meet mine, it is almost like an invisible line pulling our souls together to where they truly belong. Together, in harmony, as if we were the pieces to a puzzle completing one another. I know, that in his eyes is where I truly belong.
Looking back, the time we spent apart, was time that we had wasted. Our teenage blindness, searching for what we could not name, when it was in front of us the entire time. And, we had found in each other the qualities that brought out the best in one another. We were smitten, and we blocked out the world and there was only us. But, in the world there is evil, which that is a truth that most already know. The fear severed us, and the pain brought us together. In grief we mourned together, the lives that had been lost. But, the sun rose, and darkness faded into the backdrop. We lived, we loved, and we never forgot. Our children were told stories of their father's greatness, and the power of love and friendship. The children grew, as daisies do, and the sand in our hourglass was running out, and our days became numbered. We found our old friends, and recalled the many adventures of our youths, in a sad, almost pathetic, poetic kind of way. Into our houses we then retreated and went back to our daily business. Looking in the mirror I saw myself, my once flaming red hair, now a sickly grey color, and I saw him and his vibrant green eyes. Our eyes met, and we were at peace, as we lived, and loved more than we had ever done before. The lightning scar only a memory that we would visit once in a while, when his silver-grey hair would lift in the breeze.