No More Pain

No More Pain

"Ginny," he whispers to me in the night. "Ginny. I know you're there." I start shaking, remembering the way he left. But now he's back and now we can be happy again.

"Harry," I turn around and smile when I see him. He looks beautiful. His hair is still messy but I can tell he had least tried to fix it. He's dressed in a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath. A white rose is pinned to his chest. He's smiling at me and I throw myself into his arms. He holds me close. "It's really you! Oh thank God! I thought I'd lost you forever."

Tears are falling down my cheeks as I hold on to him. "You're never going to lose me, Ginny," he whispered. "I love you. You know that."

"I love you too, Harry," I whisper. "Promise me you'll never leave me again. Promise me that you'll always be here. Promise me that you'll always love me."

"I promise, Ginny," he says strongly. He lets go of me and kneels on one knee. He takes a tiny black box out of his pocket and lightly holds onto my hand. He opens the box and I gasp, covering my mouth with my free hand. "Ginny, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You make me feel alive. You make me feel like nothing can ever go wrong. I'll always be here for you, and I hope you'll always be here for me. I love you, Ginny. Will you marry me?" As he said this, he slid the ring onto my finger.

I smile and bend down. I kiss him with passion and love. When I pull away I smile and whisper, "Yes. Yes. Yes."

He breaks into the biggest smile I have ever seen and stands up, picking me up. "I love you so much, Ginny," he whispered. He wipes my tears away and kisses my forehead.

"I love you, Harry," I say with my eyes closed. "I love you so much." Harry carries me off to my room and lays me down softly. He covers me up and whispers something I can't understand. All I know is that Harry is back, he's just proposed to me, he loves me, and we're engaged.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I open my eyes and smile. Harry is finally back. Finally. I will never shed another tear. It would be impossible for me. After six months of waiting and praying and dreaming, he has finally come back. It was not a dream this time. It was real. Harry is back.

I stand and open the curtains to a bright and sunny day. I smile. All is going great in the world for me.

Running, I go to find Hermione and Ron. Hermione is not in her room or the loo or anything. So I go to see if Ron is awake yet. I doubt this because it is Saturday; he usually sleeps at least until noon. But when I walk into his room, he is not there.

So I walk to the Great Hall and as I walk in, everybody becomes silent. I walk over to where Hermione and Ron are sitting and start eating. I look over at Hermione to see that she has been crying and Ron looks distraught. I don't understand why they're so sad. Didn't Harry go see them?

"Hey guess what? Harry's back! I just saw him last night." I say cheerfully. But Hermione only starts crying more and Ron looks down at the table. I see his shoulders starting to shake and it makes me confused. I've never seen Ron cry before in my life. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?"

Hermione looks up at me, not bothering to wipe away her tears, for she knows only more will fall. "Listen to me Ginny," she starts. "Harry's not back. He never will be back."

"What are you talking about?" I ask her. I look at her like she's on crack. "Of course he's back! I just saw him last night."

"No, Ginny, no," Hermione says, more tears falling down her cheeks. "He's gone. Forever. He's never coming back."

I look over at Ron. "Ron," I say. "Tell Hermione's she's wrong. Tell her that Harry is back."

"I can't, Ginny," Ron whispers, still looking down at the table. "I can't. I'm sorry, Ginny."

"Why can't you tell her," I ask him. Has everybody lost their mind? Harry is back.

"Because she's right," he looks up at me and I see that he was crying. "Harry's gone. He's not coming back, Ginny. I'm sorry. Harry's dead."

I shake my head and say, "No he's not. I just saw him last night. He asked me to marry him. Look." I put my hand out for them to see but they just shake their head. I look at my hand and see no ring on my hand. Still not believing it, I think it just fell off during the night.

"Here," Hermione threw the Daily Prophet at me and I gasp as I read the headline.

Harry Potter's Body Found Behind Huneydukes in Hogsmeade

I looked down at the picture. Two men were covering a body on a stretcher. They picked it up and began carrying it over to a van. They placed the stretcher in the back after strapping it down. I tore my eyes away from the picture to the article.

Taking out the trash may never be the same for Huneyduke owner Leann Bosworth. Just last night at nine thirty pm, when she was taking the trash out, she found Harry James Potter's body behind her shop. She says he was cut up and bleeding when she found him in a pile of trash.

"It was horrifying," she recalls in an interview. She was shaking and looked like she had seen a zombie. "His throat was bleeding. His fingers had been cut off and something was carved into his stomach. I screamed and heard something running in the forest. I wanted to go in, but I was too frightened. I brought him inside and called the ministry.

Officials say that he was killed fifteen minutes before being dropped off at Huneydukes. He was stabbed in his throat and pieces of his stomach were cut off. No curses had been placed on Mr. Potter. We believe that Mr. Potter had been tortured for the six months he was gone and bled to death.

Nobody knows where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is. Hopefully he is dead as well. But it is highly doubtful because Mr. Potter did not fight him. All we know is that he is out there somewhere.

I spill my pumpkin juice on it and stand up. I run out of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione just sit there as I run. I will not look back. I run up to my room in the girls' dormitory and take out a piece of parchment. I take out a quill. Tears fall down to the parchment but still I write on it. I want people to know I cry.

Dear Everybody,

If you're reading this it means I am dead. No I was not murdered; I died on my own free will. In other words I committed suicide.

I bet you're wondering why I killed myself. Well the answer is simple. I am a murderer. I killed Harry Potter. No I did not stick the knife in his throat or made him bleed. But I sent him off. He asked me to run away with him but I said no. He left Hogwarts because of me. For this I am very sorry. If I 'd known this was going to happen, I would've run away with him in a heartbeat. But being the stupid little girl I am, I said no. I killed him.

I want to say goodbye to everyone I love. Ron, I love you so much. You've always been there for me; you've always protected me. We may have fought over the years, but our bond was never broken.

Mum and Dad, I hate making you to see your daughter dead. I want you to know that I love you both so very much. You are the best parents in the world.

Hermione, you are my best friend and my sister. I always wanted a sister; I always hated having to grow up with six brothers. When I met you you were bossy and always too busy with schoolwork or Harry and Ron to talk to me. Then you lightened up and you talked to me. I love you.

Fred and George please don't be mad at me for this. I love you guys so much. I hope you guys understand this as much as you possibly can. I don't expect it to be easy for you, seeing as how you guys always tried to protect me when you could. Don't think you failed me. You could never fail me.

Percy, you've butted heads with Mum and Dad occasionally and been the biggest prat at times but you're still my brother and I love you. You take your job seriously and I respect that, just please, after I'm gone, please make up with Mum and Dad. They miss you and I'm sure you miss them too.

Bill, I could never get anything past you. You always knew exactly what I was going to do at the exact time. I love you for that. You always cheered me up and always supported me.

Charlie, even though I barely saw you, you were always full of love and always funny. You always knew how to make me smile. I love you.

My heart belongs to Harry Potter. It will always belong to him. I would like to be buried next to his grave so our hearts can go together once again. So now, I say goodbye to the world. I cannot live my life like this. If I do, I will surely go insane. I love you all.

Love always,

Ginevra Molly Weasley Potter

I leave the note lying there and I take out a white rose that Harry had once given me. I set it on the note and stand. I begin to run.

I run. I run out onto Hogwarts grounds. I run into the Forbidden Forest. I run until I come to a cliff. I stop and look down at the drop. At the bottom is rock ground. I step back a little and swallow.

What is the point of living? Harry isn't back. Harry is never coming back. He left because I sent him off, and now look what I've done. He's dead. I killed him. I'm a murderer.

I step closer to the cliff and with my arms out to my sides I let myself fall off. I didn't make a sound and I dropped. I felt like I was flying. After this I would feel no pain. After this, I would be with Harry once again. After this, I would be happy again.

It seems like the drop is taking forever. I smile the whole way down and no tears fell down my face. My eyes are closed; I do not want to see myself falling down to the ground.

I hear a woman screaming and smile even more.

"Somebody help her!" she yells. "She's going to die! Somebody help!"

Nobody will be able to help. I am falling to fast for anybody to catch me and besides, it wouldn't do anything, I would just do it again.

The wind is hitting my stomach, legs, chest, face, and arms hard. It hurts but I would not cry. I would not die crying.

Then it all stops. I hit the ground and feel a crack. I smile. It is over. There is no more pain.

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Please, please forgive me,

But I won't be home again.

Maybe someday you'll look up,

And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:

"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence, I know -

You forgot me long ago.

Am I that unimportant...?

Am I so insignificant...?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me,

But I won't be home again.

I know what you do to yourself

I breathe deep and cry out

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?

And if I bleed, I'll bleed,

Knowing you don't care.

And if I sleep just to dream of you

I'll wake without you there,

Isn't something missing?

Isn't something...

Even though I'm the sacrifice,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

~Evanescence ~ Missing ~ Anywhere But Home