The Flaw

How hollowed the ground on which I tread

How hollowed the ground on which I tread, that these great men may die?

Ere sacred scorned, my love dismayed, bereft from here below?

Lo! Sacred God, I gaze up high, to the wondrous skies above,

Plenty I wonder, Lord of Heav'nly grace, why only him you take?

My soul alone, left down the steps, my other half away,

Ever sad, and lonely still, I weep upon thy breast.

First I heard the rustling of the wind, I felt it brush softly against my cheek, like a hand, cupping my face. It sounded like a whisper, a soft low voice that told me to go on. I clung to it desperately, willing it to stay. But it left me, with but a tingling warmth that lingered on my lips, my fingers, my toes, and slowly melted into my heart, slipping through the cracks into my very soul.

But the warmth left me as well, and as it did, a bright white light grew in strength. I slowly became aware of a softness beneath my body, as if I floated on waves, a tingling pain running through my organs, my throat, my eyes. I realized I had the ability to hear, to sense every rustling of wind, every footstep of those who surrounded me, and with the footsteps came the realization that people gathered around my...bed? Was I in a bed?

I slowly regained consciousness (what was consciousness anyway?),  but my eyes wouldn't open. I heard the rustling of wizard robes. I tried to lift my arm, but it wouldn't work either.

I heard a mummer, at first soft, then more insistent: 

"Drink it up dear, come on." I felt the slow trickle of what felt like flaming lava being poured down my throat, as the world came into focus, sharper details registering with my now opened eyes. White walls, white sheets, an elderly woman, Madame Pomfrey?

"Yes Dearie."

I realized I must have said it aloud.

Was I in the hospital wing then? I couldn't recall anything about the quid ditch game that sent me here. Perhaps a sweet from Fred and George? Maybe I went with Harry somewhere danger..Oh. The images flashed through my brain, Fred. Remus. Tonks, oh Lord, what about Teddy? Wait, there were more! Weren't there? Colin? Lavender? Bellatrix, Luna, Hermione, Oh, right, they were okay. Hagrid. No, not Hagrid. It was Harry. No, Harry had been faking. Voldemort was dead! But, the blast!!! The memory came back, my body started shaking. I gulped in a breath of air, tears began to run down my face. I gasped for air, the gasps became shrieks, the shrieks turned into screams, the tremors worsened. 

Then all I felt was calm.

I heard someone laughing. How dare they laugh! Harry was dead, my Harry was dead. Dead. Gone. How dare they? I began to scream in anger. The laughter began again, It was hysterical. I realized it was me. But I couldn't stop.

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Only Luna seemed to keep her mind, which was ironic considering she had been the closest to insane before. She walked to the bed and wrapped her thin, wiry arms around Ginny's shoulders.

"Hey," She snapped. Ginny tried to fight her off, but despite Ginny being so Athletic, and Luna so starved, Luna continued to hold on. Suddenly, Ginny went limp, then clung to Luna's shirt and began to sob softly into it.

"Hey, it's okay, shhh..." Luna crooned. Surprisingly she didn't mention anything about Nargles or crumple-horned humdingers. She opened her mouth, letting a strange, soothing melody burst forth.

"When the world comes to get you, or the sky turns so gray, just look up to the heavens, as time whiles away. 

Look up to the Lord, for he hears your prayer, and though you may not hear him, in the wind he will say: 

Go on, Dear child for you are weary. Go on, Dear child for you've been so strong. Feel my embrace as you suffer, I will leach all your troubles, away from your heart. 

I can see, child, that your life has been trying, I can see that you struggled, and yet you'll struggle more.

But child, it is not so useless, for there is a reason, a reason for all your pain. You must find, the reason you're here, and you'll find it, 'fore you while away.

So child, take heart from my words. For I cannot stay, for very long, for though, I will always be here, you must find your own way on the path.I will help you, wherever you go, but my dear, you must choose the way on your own."

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Author's Note: I love you all, my sunny buttercups! I can't promise anything, but I hope I'll be able to post again soon! Please vote, comment, follow me, and add this story to your lists! I'd love to hear any constructive feedback you have on what I've written. See you soon!

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Jona K.