Hogwarts: A Happily Ever After

Chapter One: Ginny's Abyss

Chapter One:

Ginny’s Abyss

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Ginny Weasley tossed and turned, trying desperately to sleep while listening to the happy little reunion of Ron and Hermione. She wanted that reunion. With Harry. “Where is Harry?” she thought absently to herself. After the spells had been cast, the fires burnt out, and the bodies moved, everyone had flitted off in different directions, to different beds. Nobody raised eyebrows at those who chose to share a bed. It seemed dawn had finally broken, and where there were once sparks, even hatred, there was now love. When everyone awake the following morning after several hours of sleep, Harry was nowhere to be found. The Headmistress made an announcement at their midday breakfast that Harry was safe, but needed time to himself and that everyone should respect that with a pointed look at Ginny, Ron and Hermione. Ginny had run from the Great Hall crying all the way to the boys’ dormitory, to Harrys bed. She’d noticed the Marauders map on the side table, along with the watch her parents had given him for his 17th birthday.

Coming from her reverie, the sound of disturbing slurping destroyed her, she’d had enough. “Oi! Unless you want to experience “The Ginny Weasley Special”, you’d best stop the face sucking!” The slurping halted “I’m sorry Gin” a husky voice called out. “Seamus? Is that you? Who’s with you?” The shuffling of covers were heard, then a small voice came across the room, “Um.. Well, I don’t know if you know me, but my names Tracey..Tracey Davis.” “The half blood Slytherin? Ginny announced a little too loudly. “That would be the one..” she replied, a bit taken aback. “Oh..Okay, best wishes to you both I guess.” Seamus spoke up again, “Gin, he loves you, you know. He’ll be back, don’t worry. He’s finally gotten his happy ending that he never expected to have, he just needs time to process it all.” Ginny snorted loudly and as unlady like as possible. “Bugger off Seamus!” she yelled, flinging herself from the bed, stomping loudly, pounding each foot as she walked out of the portrait.

She decidedly headed towards the prefect bathroom, solemnly, sadly, stating, “Love” to the portrait, filling with agony as she slipped in to the room, placing several locking charms on the door. She turned several faucets, waiting for the tub to fill completely with bubbly hot water. Staring in to the full length mirror, she looked disgustingly at her body. Her ribs were fully visible, her hair dull and lifeless. The purple bags that had gathered under her eyes clashed against her rosy red freckled cheekbones. No wonder Harry had run off, she looked like death. Her eyes travelled down to her left leg. A large gash had started to ooze blood and puss, how had she not felt that?

“Alannah?” she whispered expectantly. The little Hogwarts elf never showed.

 “Alannah?: she said loudly.

“ALANNAH!” she screamed, falling to her knees. She crawled backwards distraught, slipping into the water. Alannah.. The little house elf with an infinite supply of healing balms and comfort. How many times had Ginny praised her for her help with their minor aches and pains? Was she dead? Gone?

Yes.

Ginny screamed. She screamed, thrashed, and then the tears came. Floating, and sometimes sinking she cried, Merlin only knows how long she cried. She found herself repeating the Hogwarts elfs name, over and over again – then moving on to Fred, Remus, Tonks, Albus, the names moved through her mind and over her lips faster than she could think of them, finally resting on Harry. Is he among The Fallen? Has he gone forever?

“Harry..” she cried out, sinking in to abyss.