Because You Live

Because You Live

By: Emily Wood

'How could you do this to me?!' Ginny screamed. 'I gave you everything!'

I frowned. I had finally blown it. I was never enough for her. She deserved so much better than me, but she didn't realise it until now. Ginny was the most perfect girl I ever met. From the day that I met her, in my second year, I knew that she was the one I wanted to spend my life with.

'I'm sorry,' I whispered. My heart was breaking and she didn't even know it. I had lost so many people in my life, and she was one more than I could take.

'What would possess you to do this?' she asked. Tears were streaming down her pale face. Oh, how I wanted to wipe them away. But she wouldn't let me. She'd scream at me now. Possess: the verb form of the word possession. She knew all about possession. That's how we met.

Everyone knew the story of Ginny Weasley's first year at Hogwarts. Everyone knew how she was possessed by the diary of the Dark Lord. But not many knew how hard it had hurt her.

She wandered down the hall toward the corridor where Mrs. Norris had been petrified. This corridor haunted her now. She didn't know why, but for some reason, Mrs. Norris' petrified state affected her more than others.

She sat down in the middle of the corridor. She was skipping lunch to sit there. I skipped lunch and watched her. She stared at the wall, where bloody writing had been written.

'Ginny?' I said quietly, hoping not to startle her.

She turned around. Her hair was a mess, but she was beautiful. Her face was tear-stained, but she still glowed. And fear glowed in her amazing eyes, but she was still brave, a true Gryffindor quality.

'Who's there?' she asked. He voice quavered in the darkness.

'It's Blaise,' I said quietly, emerging from the shadows. 'Blaise Zabini.'

'From Slytherin,' she added. 'Second year.'

I nodded and sat down next to her. 'You're so beautiful. Why are you crying?'

She shook her head and looked up at the wall. 'I can't remember.'

For some reason, I knew that wasn't her answer. But I didn't push her. She was different from other girls. Ginny didn't need her beauty to be attractive. It was purely part of her personality.

'I wish I knew why I'm here,' Ginny whispered, still staring at the wall.

'Because something's drawing you here,' I said calmly, not sure why I was saying it. 'Something beyond your control.'

She looked at me. She seemed to understand. 'You're right.'

But, now, I had made a mistake. An unforgivable mistake. 'You should know better than anyone what I'm going through,' I told her.

She stared at me. The way she always did. With her big, tearful eyes and a look of pity, of care.

'I have to go, Ginny,' I said, taking her hand. 'But I just want you to know that as long as you make it through this war, I will too. And I will find you.'

And Ginny just smiled. The way she always did after she had been crying. It wasn't a real smile. It was the one that she put on to let me know that I was right. 'I know you'll make it through,' Ginny told me.

And I never forgot her.

I lived through the war, the thought of Ginny Weasley lingering in my mind. And I kept my promise. I went to find her. And I found her. She had fought hard through the war, but she had given her life in battle.

Ginevra Molly Weasley

August 11, 1981 - November 30, 1999

Because you live, I live...

My heart may have kept beating after the war, but I wasn't truly alive. Ginny didn't make it through the war, and neither did I.

I'm sitting in Azkaban now. I was a Death Eater; I still don't know why. I didn't want to be one. Ginny knew that, even though I never told her. We didn't talk about the war until my last day with her. We didn't need to. We knew we fought for opposite sides. And we knew that it wouldn't last as long as we would like.

I sit in this cell. The icy cold of the arctic sends shivers down my spine. Because you live, I live... Those were the words engraved into Ginny's headstone. Was this one last message from Ginny? Does it mean that even though she's gone, she lives on inside of me? Does it mean that she'll never really be gone?

I guess I'll never know what she really meant.