Summary: She sat there, on the trunk at the foot of his bed. Red hair piled atop her head, cheeks glistening and wet with tear tracks. They sat in silence for what seemed years; their eyes doing all the talking. Harry and Ginny met, first time, face to face after the battle. HxG Fluff. R&R.
Authors Note: Perfect song to have on loop for this One-Shot? Pieces, by Red.
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It was a quiet morning. The sun was rising brightly over the ocean. For most, it was a normal day. Wake the children, feed the family. For some, it was a day of freedom. Of enlightenment. Because, the day before, Harry Potter had killed and destroyed, once and for all, Lord Voldemort; an evil being set out to erase Mud-bloods, Half-Bloods and Blood-Traitors out of his "perfect magical race". 'Purifying' the blood system he called it. Many nights where spent, for many families in distress. Now they could wake, happy instead of in fear. For, Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived-More-Than-Once, had triumphed again.
The castle was still dark, few rays of sun touching the lake and castle, leaving an eerie yet hopeful gloom around the area. Inside, in one of the many damaged towers, in a bunk far away, Harry woke, startled. Sitting straight-backed on the bed, one had fumbling for his glasses, a voice rang out in the darkness.
"Harry? H-harry, it's just me." she paused, as if she wasn't sure he'd recognize her voice, even though he recognized her voice the second she'd spoken.
"It's me. Ginny. Just Ginny."
She sat there, on the trunk at the foot of his bed. Red hair piled atop her head, cheeks glistening and wet with tear tracks. They sat in silence for what seemed years; their eyes doing all the talking. Suddenly, in one fluid motion, they both rose at the same time, rushing to close the short distance between them. Her arms were gripping his shoulders, and his arms steadily holding her around the waist. They rocked back in forth, basking in the silence that enveloped them, until his frayed voice called out in the dark, whispering the lyrics.
"I come to you in pieces--"
Her voice rang out, silencing him and his words, turning them around.
"So I can make you whole."