What Do You Need?

Harry leaned against his desk, the tie around his throat suddenly feeling more like a noose than an accessory. He roughly pulled it from his neck, his breathing quickened and his heart beat faster. This is where Ginny found him; his hands bracing him against his desk, his tie across the room, and him retching into the garbage can.
"Harry?" She said softly, her concern emanating from her. "Honey? Are you okay?" She walked calmly to his side. This was not the first time she had found him like this.

The first had been six weeks into his new job as an Auror. He was so good at it, all the people at the Ministry were talking about it. That Harry Potter is one good auror. He's caught more bad guys in a week, then any of us in our first months. Harry is the best we've ever seen. He was born for this. Her father had come home so proud one day. He walked right in to the kitchen raving about it. And there he was, the boy-who-lived, sitting at the table. Mr Weasley just smiled and continued talking; congratulation Harry, telling his wife about his new work space, his kids about the new Christmas party his department will be hosting. Ginny looked back across the table, and suddenly found Harry Potter missing. She followed him outside and discovered him crouched in the bushes, vomiting his meal up.

This time was like any other.
"I can't do this, Ginny!" He said for the fourth time, his eyes tearing at the taste of the bile that threatened to fill his mouth.
"Of course you can!"
"No! Not this job... life." Until then. Ginny stared at him. Her eyes were wide as she tried to take in what he had said, what she heard.
"You can't mean that?" She breathed, her heart beating faster as she waited for him to deny, or make a joke, or something.
"I feel like everything I do needs to lead to something, but I also see danger on every corner. I can't start something new when I'm scared I'll lose it."
"No one is coming after you," she said, her hands coming to rest on his cheeks, steering his eyes to hers, "but that doesn't mean the world isn't dangerous. Not living because you're scared is worse than losing something with bravery."
"You can't lose anything you don't have," he retorted.
"But you don't have it either. Surely that's worse." Harry's eyes bore into her own, darting back and forth until finally he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers. His mouth taste slightly of bile, but Ginny couldn't find it within her to care. He needed her and right now, she needed him too.

A/N: Words - 464

Sept Event - 15. (object) Desk