Move Along

A/N- All right, so this story isn't my original idea. It was inspired by the song Move Along by All American Rejects that my brother has been singing all day. I finally listened to it and got the idea for this fanfic. Don't worry, I'm still writing FY, but just had the urge to write this one. It was begging to be written! Just a warning though, it's not my traditional D/G fic and it isn't a happy/fluffy one. I know! It's a big change, but I thought I had some potential here so I took a chance. By the way, it's not beta read, so please excuse the mistakes. Enjoy!

Move Along

Slow breathing. Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths. Inhale, Exhale. Inhale, Exhale. Inhale...don't forget to exhale.

My heart refuses to slow down. Boom. Boom. Boom.

It's supposed to keep me alive, this heart. But I feel like it's going to burst. It isn't supposed to beat this fast...is it?

Concentrate on breathing. Don't forget to breathe. My heart will do what it's supposed to do. As long as I don't forget to breathe.

Inhale. Exhale.

I close my eyes and concentrate. Boom. Boom. Boom. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

"Ms. Weasley?" says someone.

I open my eyes. The Healer is standing before me, wearing white robes, and holding his wand in his hands.

I blink. St Mungo's Hospital, that's where I was.

The walls are painted grey and are cracking. They seem perfect for the place where people are fighting for their lives or have already admitted defeat. The cracking paint just makes my heart throb and a spasm of pain hits it when I remember why I'm here.

"Ms. Weasley, you can come in now," the Healer says.

I nod meekly and follow him through a series of endless corridors. One by one. They seem to lead nowhere, ending up in another series of doors. The light here is bright, bouncing off the grey walls, making them seem brighter.

Finally we reach a door with two Ministry guards beside. INTENSIVE CARE reads the sign above the door.

"Ginevra Weasley?" asks one of the guards.

I nod again and he opens the door for me.

I step through and remember to keep breathing. My heart swells as I tiptoe silently into the bright room.

In the centre of the room rests a bed with a limp body on it, with numerous tubes extending to the body reaching many magical contraptions.

Slowly, I walk to the bed and sink into the chair next to it.

The body on the bed is completely still, full of bruises. Cuts and wounds still mark the body, even though they have been cleaned up and there is no blood there.

The Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter, what has happened to you?

Tears that have been threatening to fall since this wretched war ended, fall now, drowning my vision completely as my head sinks onto the bed, the smell of clean linen drowning me.

No. Not you. Anyone else, but you.

I sob uncontrollably as I touch your limp hand. Only a few hours earlier, you had been alive and well. After beating Voldemort, you had cheered with the rest of the battlefield. You had turned to face me, from across the bloodied battlefield and had smiled. And then you had fainted.

You haven't wakened since.

The Healers declared that you were in a coma and no one knew when you would come out.

Harry Potter. The boy who had given so much to the world wasn't so lucky. You had given so much to everyone else that you have nothing left for yourself.

No! I screamed internally. My heart refused to let me be in peace. It throbbed and pained, spasms hitting me, making me gasp for air.

Tears stream heavily down my cheeks. I take Harry's limp and lifeless hand and rest my cheek there.

Your hands are so cold now. These hands are so without life and meaning. These are the same hands that held Dumbledore's hands in his last moments. These hands are the same that pushed Severus Snape out of the way so that he wouldn't be killed. These hands are the same that punched Draco Malfoy when he returned, only to shake hands with him when he apologized.

And yet, these are the same hands that held mine. The ones that touched my hair, stroked my cheek, brushed away my tears, touched my lips and stroked my back.

Your eyes are closed now. The same eyes that stared at me with such love and admiration. These are the eyes that remain shut today!

I touch your dry lips. They are parched from the lack of water. These lips are the ones that grazed my ear, brushed my cheek and kissed me...everywhere.

These are the lips that are glued tight today, with only a gap for air to come and go.

Speak to me! Talk to me! I want you to tell me that you love me...just once more.

I shake uncontrollably again, unable to control myself. Tears wash out my vision completely, only to be replaced by memories.

I still remember those nights we snuck away from our dormitories to sit in the armchair by the fire and kiss until morning, falling asleep on one another.

You told me your biggest fear: not being able to make it. The dreams that haunted you night after night: not being with me for any reason.

You were always so strong. Even when Death Eaters killed Mum, you held my hand, dried my tears, offered a shoulder to cry on.

You were the hero. Always. You still are. Swooping in and saving everyone, even me.

But who will save you now? Who will hold your hand? Who will love you no matter what? Who will dry your tears? Who will offer you a shoulder to cry on, now that it's all over?

I will! I'll be there for you.

Because these hands are mine to hold.

I touch your cold hands, willing life to come to them, to squeeze mine in return.

I squeeze them as tight as it hurts within me, letting it out. Squeeze me back! Show me how much it hurts!

Our pain, the wizarding world's, is nothing compared to yours. Since birth, all you've been blessed with is pain. Pain, pain and more pain!

It's your turn for something more. To be happy. To have a loopy smile on your face all the time. To spend your days without a care, without a worry. To lie on beaches under the sun. To not have to plan every second of your life.

I squeeze harder, biting my lips and closing my eyes.

Come on, Harry! You've got it in you.

This is just one obstacle. You've got to move past it, move along. Just like you've been doing all along. You've beat Voldemort, what else is left?

For so long, you've given hope to others. You might think there's no more hope, no more reason to live. But I am your hope! I am your reason to live!

Don't give up! You've just got to keep going. The worst is over. You're strong, you've always been.

I was the weak one, but you took my hand and made me stronger. The hope and strength you've offered to others is in there within you somewhere.

You've got it in you, Harry! I know you do. Deep down, the fire still burns, the fire that makes you who you are. Will that fire to never die out. To keep going.

You've been the shoulder, the outstretched hand, and the supporter. But now, I'll be your shoulder, your outstretched hand, and your supporter.

I squeeze harder than ever, screaming. Come on Harry! You can do it! You've got in it, somewhere deep down inside. You haven't lost your will to fight; you've just displaced it.

Keep going! Just push this obstacle and move along! Move along, Harry!

Your hands are still as limp and lifeless as ever. Cold as ever.

Pain sears my heart, slicing it in half. It crumbles and cracks, making me crumble and crack, tearing me apart at the seams.

My eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see your bruised face any longer.

Tears coarse down my face, dripping down and falling on your beautiful, bruised face.

My eyes open as I will myself to breathe again, to not give up myself.

I see your tightly closed eyes, with wounds all over your face and your dry and parched lips.

"One last time," I whisper to myself as I lean down.

Even when his lips are dry, they're still a flutter in my heart as I press my lips upon his.

Before my heart can fly apart in a million pieces and I can become a puddle of tears, I pull myself away.

His green eyes are open as they stare into mine.

I blink, my heart not beating, not breathing any more.

"Who says it's the last time?" Harry asks me, a loopy grin forming on his lips, his hands gently squeezing mine.

Move Along by All American Rejects

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone sins
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along

So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

When everything is wrong we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along

When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through

(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along

A/N- Hope it was good! For anyone who's heard the song and likes it, I hope I did justice to it. Did you like the ending? It was a cute Sleeping Beauty way to end it, I thought. But let me know what you thought! But it was sad to write, so I probably won't be doing others like it. Anyways, please review!!