I Hope You Dance

After Midnight

I hope you never loose your sense of wonder

You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger.

'Avada Kedavra!' The voice shot clear through the last of the fighting. Harry's head whipped around just to see the green light shooting towards Hermione.

'Hermione!' He ran to her as fast as he could. He reached her just as she fell to the ground. It was too late.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance

Never fall for the path of least resistance

'I'm so sorry for your loss Mr. Potter.' The people were in order, falling into line, apologizing and crying. He didn't respond to any of them, staring at the coffin as it was lowered into the ground. His eyes were hollow, dark, and blank. He didn't cry or make any expression at all. She even swore he didn't even blink as if in a trance or dream, waiting to be woken up at any second.

'Poor man' Seamus whispered to Ginny. They stood staring at the shell of a man that used to be The-Boy-Who-Lived. 'He really loved her, didn't he? And Ron too. I can't believe the war killed them both.' Seamus turned his face to hide his tears.

Ginny only nodded. Her eyes were very red and puffy from crying. Ron, her older brother, dead. Hermione, her best friend, dead. She didn't know if she had stopped crying from the news they had received two days ago. She couldn't even imagine the pain Harry was in now. She couldn't even imagine what he must have been through these past days.

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Give the Heavens above more than just a passing glance

As the coffin reached the bottom of the grave most people started to leave. Soon they were all gone. Ginny stayed. She hadn't said anything to Harry yet, and she felt she needed to. She walked up to Harry and stared at the Gravestone. She opened her mouth to speak but found no words could form. What could you say to a man that had lost so much just for the sake of other's lives? She wanted to tell Harry how bad she felt how much she loved Ron and Harry and was going to miss them and how everything was going to be all right. But she couldn't. She just stood there, opened mouthed as if to say something at any minute. She never did say anything, and it soon started to rain. Neither of them seemed to notice. They must have been out there for hours and it would have been longer if Charlie hadn't come and apparated them home.

Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens.

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you Dance.

The Burrow was horrible. The rest of the family mourned together. They would always be hugging and kissing and crying. She didn't want to be touched. She just wanted to be alone. Ginny guessed Harry felt the same way because he stayed in his room, never coming out, not even to eat. Ginny stayed in her room, away from others. She needed to be alone, at least for a little while. It was one night, about a week later that Ginny felt very lonely. She still couldn't stand her family so she wanted to try to talk to Harry. She got out from her bed stepping across the hard wooded floors to a mirror. She took a sharp intake at what she saw. Her hair was tangled and knotted, her eyes dark and swollen. What happened to me?

It took about an hour to find the courage to go try to talk to Harry. The walk to Harry's room felt like it took hours. When she finally got to the door she found she couldn't knock on the door. She kept putting her hand up to the door as if to knock but then would snatch it back at the last second. She finally got mad at herself for this foolishness and knocked on the door harder than planned.

'Harry?' she whispered. 'You in there?'

No answer. She knocked again. 'Harry?' She waited a few minutes before giving up. She sighed feeling tears forming behind her eyes, threatening to come out. She turned to return to her bedroom when she heard a soft click. She turned around at the sound of the knob turning. He opened the door and was standing there. He had tear streaked cheeks and more than usual messy hair. She noticed he was wearing the same clothes as when he came back to the funeral.

'Ginny.' His voice was weak as if each sound caused pain.

She ran towards him before throwing herself on him in a hug and crying harder then ever before. He was crying too. They held on to each other for support as if they let go they would fall and would never be able to stand up again. He kissed her softly on the top of her head.

'Oh Ginny...'

She turned her face to him and kissed him on the forehead. He kissed the tears from her eyes. She kissed the tears from his. She kissed his cheeks. He kissed her nose. She kissed his nose.

She kissed his mouth.

He kissed back.

They both went back into Harry's room, crying and kissing. Needing each other more than anything in the world.

Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making.

I hope you dance.

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