A Voice on the Breeze

The cemetery is empty today. Except for me. I sit on the ground at the foot of your grave, remembering you.

Do you remember the first day you kissed me? We were in the library, spying on Ron and Hermione. That was before they started dating. I was trying not to laugh, because Ron was turning horribly red in the face, and you leaned over and kissed me. Do you know how long I'd dreamed of that moment? It was always much more romantic in my daydreams, of course.

I had crush on you when I was a little girl chasing after the Hogwarts Express, laughing and crying at the same time. But then after the Chamber I started to think of you as a person. Not a hero. Not that I don't think you're a hero. But I still loved you. I always thought you still considered me "Ron's Little Sister." But you didn't. You loved me.

At your funeral, I was supposed to speak about you. I couldn't do it. I couldn't stop crying. Ron stood in for me. He did a wonderful job for someone who'd just lost his best friend. Hermione said he only cried later, when they were alone. She's wonderful for him and he's wonderful for her. She makes him concentrate. He makes her have fun.

Nothing much is going on here. Hermione and Ron got a flat, so they're not living at The Burrow anymore. Luna and Neville are engaged. I saw Seamus yesterday. He's not the same man anymore. He blames himself for Lavender's death.

Everyone keeps watching me closely. I think they're afraid I'll commit suicide like Cho did. I won't though. I know my place is here, at least for a little while longer. And if I died, it would be of a broken heart, not of my own hand.

I imagine you now, somewhere, with your parents and Sirius. I know you are happy, even without us down here. Everyone keeps saying that you were too young, that no one should die at 17. I don't know. Maybe you were too young. Maybe there were other things that you didn't get to do.

I went into the Leaky Cauldron yesterday, for the first time since you died. Tom still knew exactly what I wanted. He's a nice man.

Oh, I meant to tell you, they caught Malfoy yesterday. They took him straight to Azkaban. I hope he rots there.

Sometimes I feel like this is the only place I can come to be alone. They always say I need my privacy here. The Ministry asked Mum and Dad if they would like to make a donation in your honor. Dad told them that unless they gave him a raise he wouldn't be able to donate anything in anyone's honor. They gave him a raise. I said I'd donate some of the money you left me. But not much, just a few Galleons.

I miss you. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes, the way you wrinkle your forehead when you're working on a complicated problem, the way you look like a mischievous little boy when you're planning something, the way you'd risk you life for the ones you love, I miss everything about you.

I'll be back next week.

I love you Harry Potter. Forever and always.

As the slim red haired woman left the graveyard it started to rain.

A voice on the breeze seemed to say, "I love you too, Ginny."