Through the Looking Glass

I can hear whispers, sighs, frowns... They are burning etching into my memory, my soul. I can hear wails... wails of pain and laughter, somehow blending harmoniously. I can feel... I can feel my blood... slowly dying as it drips slowly, daring me to hold on tighter. I am holding, I can't leave yet... there's somebody I need to find... There's somebody out there waiting.

Pain stings every part of my body as it refuses to move. I grip the ground again slowly forcing myself forward. I still force through pain. I heard it seconds ago as I was blasted away like the after mass. Cruel lights fill my memory. Darkness is lurking nearer as my frayed red hair moves into my eyes. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care... I don't care...

Seconds ago I heard whispers, sighs and frowns... then I heard laughter. I remember running. For what, I can't remember. A light suddenly blinded me before I was blown away, leaving me wandless, defenseless. Then I remember having to be there. I still have to be there... I still have to be there despite the pain. Despite what is not real... I have to be there as the sun plays across my face, mocking what is left of me.

I stop for nothing as my hand reaches out again to heave myself forward. Something grabs me. Through all the pain something, somebody grabs me. I turn... I don't know who that mangled face belonged to. No... I don't. I shook the bloody hand off me. Besides there's nothing I can do anymore. I stop for dire, almost hopeful breaths. My face meets the grimy ground as I try to breathe in. The smell of rot and decay is in the soil... I smell it... I smell it... death, death, death...

I heave my hand up again still searching quietly. I stop again to hear words being muttered but I soon find out I am hallucinating. I'm just daydreaming, I say to myself coldly, mindlessly. Nobody's here... there's no one to draw voices or hope from. I try to think through the pain about something else. I will be there faster.

What a wonderful day. The sun it's sparkling, I tell myself. The crossroads, there's nobody left there. I can run away... I can run away... I can run through the black decay as birds of death hover above me... I can run away... The thought almost seems comical as I hear my own voice suddenly hiccups into a laugh. I CAN RUN AWAY! Just simply get up and run... Run from it all...

My voice suddenly stops as blood leaks from my mouth. My slimy hand comes to wipe it away. As I grab a lock of remaining dark grass pulling myself forward. I somehow know I'm finally here. I heave my body past a few others making my way there. I see him... he's alive... he's alive barely alive. It's like I'm glad to see him suffer, just to see him alive. A very small smile plays across my lips. I'm, in some cruel unjust way, happy... finally... finally... finally...

I painfully prop myself up against some bodies. My eyes take in every detail. Blood is everywhere... A pool of blood is surrounding him; it's pretending to protect him; it's laughing at him. Blood is pumping slowly as it slowly rises to the huge gash in his chest and stomach. I slowly gently lift his body up against mine, resting his head on my lap. The warm breeze suddenly brushes against my face. Why were we meant to die on such a beautiful day? We could have been smelling flowers instead of rot.

"Ginny?" he coughs suddenly

A stream of blood rises spilling across my lap. I don't care. I stare down as him suddenly seeing emerald, grass green eyes. They haven't changed... still with the tiniest tint of hope. They shine suddenly as another serge of fresh pain goes through his body. He flings out. I pull my arms around him holding on... holding... on...

"Shh," I whisper, "shh... shh..."

He stops suddenly and stares at me as uneven drawls of breath rasp in and out of his body. Each breath was causing... pain... Suddenly I want to see all the pain just to go away, just leave. I bend down and kiss him. I don't know why, maybe I am hallucinating again... I kiss him with all my passion as my tongue tastes his salty blood. I find myself hoping, against all hope. I'm traveling back in time... back to my world of happiness. He pulls me up on my strong legs and holds me again. Being with me in a dim candle lighted Hogwarts. Lavender fills the air... I can taste it... I can taste it... I tell him kissing him was just a dare... just a joke... that everything would always be a joke. He laughs a ringing laugh... a ringing, ringing... ringing... rings... like chimes... ringing... softly.

I broke the kiss staring down at him, a smile now playing on his features. It was what I want to be a smile... I smile back weakly as another gust of warm summer air blows my frayed red hair away from my eyes. Why... why would you die on such a perfect day... why?

"Gin," he wails quietly, "talk to me. I love to hear you talk."

I was playing with myself. Maybe things will be okay... maybe everything will be right after all... Maybe he would laugh his ringing laugh again... maybe. I had to pretend... everything was going to be okay... just maybe... no... everything will be okay... it's always okay... always... in the end... it's okay... okay... okay...

"The mediwizards will come and rescue us..." I begin slowly my own voice croaking, "You'll see Hermione and Ron and everybody. They will find you because you're a hero, you're their friend. The light has won because of you and everybody else's combined efforts. You'll get your usual amount of chocolate frogs. As Ron eats them, you'll tell old stories that will make everyone laugh."

I stop as I tilt my head back onto a dead hand, awaiting birds circle above me crowing softly. I take a hard breath before I continued, "We will all be happy and Dumbledore will congratulate everybody over and over again. Then there will be," my voice began having a singing tone to it, "a party... Everyone will be there. Even Sirius, he wouldn't miss it."

He suddenly takes another breath and coughs loudly, blood spilling from everywhere. His limbs flail as I try to move my tired arms to hold him. I gather him suddenly trying to force down my own blood.

"You're going to be saved!" I say louder than expected, "Can you see your angels?"

His arms flail again in another movement as I hold on to him. He suddenly stops as the pained expression from his face disappeared. A light gathers around his head as if showing he's truly an angel now.

"They're beautiful..." he whispers.

My own mouth opens, few seconds after, as a gush of blood rushes out. It lands in a puddle of red mixing with his blood. I begin force my hand to hold his. As if the gesture made it easier for him now. I lay my head back to take in the sky and the beautiful day as I a hold a dead boy. The dead boy, the symbol of the war we fought. A vulture circles above my head... what a beautiful day... beautiful... day... a beautiful crystal light day as I peer through glass... the slowly shattering, shining glass... glass... my looking glass...