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Written for the January Event at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Pairing: Harry/Romilda

Chocolate Frog: Silver - Ghost – Challenge – Write about an alive character as a ghost

Gringotts: Said Words – Giggled, Pleaded, Sang; Colours – Ginger; Quotes: Love/Relationships: Romance - "When love is not madness, it is not love." - Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Not Her Harry

Romilda hovered over the bed staring down at the man who had captured her hearts so many years ago.

There he was, her sweet Harry, the chosen one. He was the man who had defeated the Dark Lord, not once, but twice, and the only one she had ever loved. She loved Harry so much, that even in death she did not wish to be parted from him

He looked so beautiful when he was sleeping, and she cursed herself for waiting until she died to take the opportunity to watch the handsome man sleep.

Her gaze travelled to the woman sleeping next to him – Ginevra Weasley, and her soft smile transformed into a glare. He's not her Harry!

Why Harry had chosen that boring, ginger haired nobody when he could have had her was a complete and utter mystery to Romilda. She must have cast a spell on him, or slipped him a love potion, Romilda told herself; why else would he go for her?

Harry snorted softly in his sleep and his eyes slowly opened, revealing to her his emerald green eyes. He stretched his right arm out and fumbled clumsily with his hand as he moved it around to locate his glasses.

As he placed his glasses on, Romilda noted that Harry quickly changed from sluggish to alert in the blink of an eye.

"Hi Harry," she giggled, as she lifted her transparent arm and flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Did you miss me?"

"Romilda," he yawned. "What are you doing here? Didn't you die?" Harry asked quietly as he checked to make sure his new wife was still sound asleep.

"Well yes, but you didn't think I was going to leave you, did you? I love you Harry, and not even death is going to keep us apart," she sang, throwing daggers at the witch who slept next to her Harry.

Harry stared up at Romilda with a vacant expression, as he tried to recall when he had ever given her the impression that he viewed her as anything more than an annoying friend.

"This is madness Romilda," he sighed, running his hand through his raven locks.

"When love is not madness, it is not love," Romilda laughed softly.

"Romilda you have to go. There is no us. There never has and never will. Now please leave before you wake the woman I love," he pleaded as he slid his hand towards his bedside table to reach for his wand.

The ghost pouted at Harry. "I'll go for now, but we will be together Harry. I guess I just have to wait a while for you to realise we are meant to be."

Romilda floated out of Harry's bedroom through the wall, whilst the latter flopped gently back against his pillow as he pondered how he was going to deal with the latest problem in his life.

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