I See

I see...

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Ginny could see Harry on the other side of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. He was sitting a few chairs down, with Ron and Hermione. But he wasn't talking. Nor was he laughing or smiling, or leaning, with his head close to Ron and Hermione, planning something like they always did. He was just sitting there, staring at nothing. Just sitting. He wasn't even eating and it pained Ginny to see him.

I see that you are tired

But I cannot walk all the steps for you

You have to walk them yourself.

It pained her to see him like this, and she wanted to be there for him.

But I will walk them with you

How she wanted to be there for him.

I will walk them with you

Ginny had been finishing her particularly nasty potions essay, and soon discovered that the common room was empty, except for her. It was just like Snape to give them homework at the very end of term, and it hadn't been an easy term either - and he had known it. She yawned and stretched out her arms, before she started cleaning up her mess. There had been many late nights lately, and not all due to school. She had lain awake often since what happened two weeks prior, just thinking. Thinking about Dumbledore's Army, and the night they went to rescue Sirius. The night Harry had changed. Closed up. The night she had changed.

She had been through changes before. Don't think she hadn't. She would still wake up, soaked in sweat, after nightmares about her first year. No 11-year-old should experience that. No one should! But she had. And Harry had been there for her. And now she wanted to be there for him.

I see you want to give up

But I cannot live your life for you

He couldn't quit now. Life was not over for him. He had to go on. Not because of what he was, but who he was, and because she loved him.

But I will live life with you

Why couldn't he see how much she cared for him?

I will live life with you

Ginny's eyes came to rest upon the fireplace, and she saw that she had been wrong. She hadn't been alone. Harry was there, quietly staring into the flames, though she knew by the blank look on his face that he really didn't see them at all. He just sat there, re-living that night. Trapped in the past. She walked to him, making sure he noticed her. He looked up at her, with his eyes as tired and empty as they had been since Sirius' death, but he never cried. He just watched her, without really seeing at all. He hadn't seen anything, lately. Ginny noticed shards of a mirror on the floor, but she didn't dwell on it. She had to tell him.

"Sirius wouldn't have wanted you to live like this, you know. He gave up his life to save yours, but now you won't live it."

His face took on a pained expression, and Ginny's heart felt as though it was going to break into a thousand pieces.

I see that you are hurting

But I cannot cry all the tears for you

"You have to let go of the past, Harry. Dwelling on memories won't do either of you any good. Let him go."

You have to cry them yourself

He closed his eyes and Ginny sat down beside him on the couch. She gently wrapped her arms around him as he began to cry.

But I will cry with you

Soon, she discovered that he wasn't the only one crying. She was crying with him - she cried for Sirius, she cried for Percy, and she cried for Harry.

Meanwhile, these three remain: faith, hope and love; and the greatest of these is love.

Most of all for Harry.