Meant to Be

Meant to Be

Ginny wandered the streets, tears streaming down her face. She was walking to her death. She knew Harry was in love with Hermione, but she had always held hope for the two of them to break up. She had never thought they would get married. Her ex-best friend had betrayed her. Always telling her she liked Ron.

The war had been over for five years. Ginny had broken off her relationship with her most recent boyfriend, Neville, soon after it ended. She hadn’t thought it fair to see him when she loved another. She had lost everyone she loved in the war. She lost Harry and Hermione to each other. She lost Ron to depression over losing Hermione. Percy had turned death eater and died in the last battle. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and her parents all died fighting. Her three best friends had been lost as well, Luna, Hannah, and Joy. Harry was the only hope she had left and she had just lost that as well. She had nothing to live for and everything to die for.

The rain beating down on Ginny’s face helped her forget her pain. She couldn’t handle life any longer. Living with out him was worse than not living at all.

She had thought for a while that Harry might have loved her. She had always been bad at rejecting guys. So when Seamus asked her out, she said yes. As soon as she had told Harry, he became more withdrawn. They had become good friends and she had been instantly suspicious. When she confronted him he just retreated further into himself. He had withdrawn from everyone, except Hermione. He had let her help him. Finally, Ginny had been able to see that he didn’t want her. About the same time, Rom had been going out with Parvati, from school. The two of them had been very happy together.

After realizing Harry didn’t want her, she became as involved with Seamus as she could. She thought maybe she could learn to love him. She never did. She had eventually broken it off, but not before Harry and Hermione had become Harry and Hermione. When he proposed it had broken her to pieces. She thought, maybe, she could find another, but after tonight she knew there would never be another.

She went to the wedding unaccompanied, so had Ron. When she asked he told her Parvati had never been what he was looking for. They had sat at a table in the dark corner. Both brooding over their lost loves, who were marrying each other.

Ginny paused her walk. She was almost to her destination. A blood curling scream escaped her lips, and she continued to walk. She knew she and Harry were meant to be. Harry had known that too, once. Ron and Hermione were meant to be, but Hermione had never seen that and had taken away everyone else’s happiness in the process. She opened the door to the cottage she had arrived in front of. Inside was only a desk, parchment, and a quill. Ginny sat and began to compose her last letters.

She wrote furiously, sitting hunched over, sopping wet, and wearing her now torn and muddy dress from the wedding. She finished the first letter. Then the second and the third. She addressed them and sent them to the addressees via three owls who she had hired for the job. She took the owls to the window and set them out to deliver their burdens.

She left the cottage and continued on her way. Her final destination was just ahead. She reached the cliff and paused. She thought back upon her life and smiled at the only memory that brought her happiness. It had been the day she had thought Harry loved her. She was brought out of her reverie by a sudden gust of bone-chilling wind. She remembered what she was here to do and took a step toward the cliff. She looked down and saw the waves crashing on the rocks below. She faltered. They would be getting their letters about now. She thought of what she had written to the only three people who had ever really mattered to her.

Ron walked to the window and took the letter from the owl he had never seen before.

Dear Ron,

I am writing to you for the last time. I can’t deal with my life any more and have decided to end it. I know this won’t wake sense to you but, I have lost the only thing worth living for. I can’t go on. Living without it is worse than not living at all. You will be able to find my body at The Cliff. I know you still love Hermione. I don’t care that she is married to your best mate, but you can’t let her go. She is everything to you. I can tell. You must fight for her. Hermione loves you. Deep inside, she does. I have no hope left and that is why I am doing this. I’ll wait for you on the other side. I love you.

Ginny

Hermione read her letter, biting her lip and wishing Ginny had talked to her before hand.

Dear Hermione,

I hate you. You have taken from me the one thing keeping me in this world. You lied to me. You broke my brother’s heart. I can never forgive you for any of that. I am going to end my life tonight and it is because of you. You stole the only thing that I ever wanted. You took Harry. You never even liked him. You were in love with Ron. He went on a couple of dates with Parvati and you decide to go out with his best friend. I’ve seen the way you look at Ron and at Harry. It is clear you love Ron, not Harry. I will never understand your decision to marry Harry. You broke me. Ron is on the edge and might never recover from your betrayal. Ron knows where to find me. You were the best friend I ever had, until that day, but in the end of the day I can forgive you. I’ll see you on the other side. If you know what's best for you, you will follow your heart. Help Harry get over me. He never loved me anyway, but he has a way of blaming himself. I love you.

Ginny

Harry finished his letter, quickly. Pausing, he read through it again, to be sure he read it right.

Dear Harry,

I can’t live. I’m ending my life tonight and had to say good-bye to you. I love you, Harry. I always have. I thought you loved me too. But then you changed. You started to go out with Hermione, even though I have always known you didn’t love her. It’s ok, she doesn’t love you either. She loves Ron and Ron loves her. I resigned myself to the fact, long ago, that you will never love me. I can’t live without you and for this reason, am choosing to end my life. I know you will blame yourself. It’s not your fault. I just had to go and fall in love with some one who never loved me. I can’t face life knowing you will never be mine. Ron knows where to find me. Goodbye, My love. For this night, let me pretend you love me, too.

I love you,

Ginny

A tear ran down Harry’s face. He clenched his fist, not noticing that he was crushing her letter. Abruptly, he stood. He quickly apparated to Ron’s house.

“Ron!” Harry yelled, running from room to room. “Ron!” Ron stepped out of a room, white-faced and clutching a paper the same as Harry’s. “Ron,” Harry gasped, clutching his side from running, “Where is she? I have to find her!! Where?!?”

“The Cliff.” Harry apparated before Ron had a chance to finish. As soon as he arrived, he was bombarded with rain bringing memories of the place he had kissed Ginny Weasley. It had been before his defeat of Voldemort and Harry had backed out because of his destiny. He had always loved Ginny.

He saw a flash of red disappear over the edge of the cliff. His heart stopped. He sprinted after Ginny hoping to find her standing at the top waiting for him with open arms. He ran for what felt like days, but was really only seconds. He heard Hermione and Ron, vaguely, behind him, calling for him to stop, that she was already gone. He wouldn’t listen. He ran straight off the cliff. As he fell he heard the sickening thud of his one true love. He let out a sob as he thought back to what led him to marry Hermione, whom he had never loved.

When he had thought Ginny was in love with Seamus, it shook his world to the very foundation. The only reason he had been fighting to win was to get Ginny. He had lost his reason to fight. When they had broken up at Dumbledore's Funeral, he had thought she would wait for him. He came back from the war to find his reason for living with Neville. He opened himself to Hermione because she was the only one who could understand. Ron had fallen in love with Parvati. Hermione and he had grown close in their need for someone to hold them and tell them it would all turn out ok.

When Ginny and Ron had shown up at the wedding alone, Harry and Hermione hadn’t even noticed. They had been so wrapped up in trying not to feel the hurt of rejection they didn’t even realize they hadn’t been rejected at all. Just before he hit the rock below, he thought:

If Life couldn’t provide us with our true love, maybe Death can. And the Great Harry Potter, Order of Merlin, First Class, Supreme Mugwump, Head of the Wizengamot, Teacher of Defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Headmaster at Hogwarts, Head Auror, Seeker and captain for the English team; who won all five years he played, the boy-who-lived, and the man-who-defeated-you-know-who hit the rocks below a cliff where his two best friends looked on in horror. Waves crashed over his body, and rolled him towards his one true love. Their hands touching, they were finally granted peace.