Breathe
Breathe
By: (Yami) White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Pairings: Ginny/Harry, Harry/Hermione and Harry/Luna
Notes: for my new friend, heron_advocate. Angst.
Summary: And he couldn’t breathe.
When Ginny was killed, Harry cried.
Some of it was grief because Voldemort used her against him like he feared, some of it was because he never got the chance to know her, but mostly because her death didn’t hurt as nearly as much as it should.
The thing running through his mind was that he was glad that it was Ginny and not Ron and Hermione.
When Wormtail killed Ron in front of him, Harry was overtaken by rage and killed Wormtail before he realized what that could mean.
He felt angry for awhile and it was hard to remember what he was fighting for. Hermione was right there with him and sometimes she understood and sometimes she was annoyed and sometime she cried and Harry sometimes knew what to do and sometimes he didn’t.
It wasn’t until Voldemort killed her that Harry realized everything Hermione sacrificed, especially in this last year in which they tried to cope with Ron’s death. And what that meant to her. And to him.
And he couldn’t breathe.
It wasn’t like three years ago when Neville was there to check her pulse. Because Voldemort was laughing and there was so much blood. And he couldn’t breathe.
Too much blood. And he couldn’t breathe.
Voldemort’s talking and Harry’s just lost the last thing that mattered to him. Maybe the thing that had mattered the most to him.
And he couldn’t breathe.
He still doesn’t remember how he killed Voldemort. He remembered not breathing and Hermione’s blood and Dumbledore’s words about love and suddenly Voldemort was gone. And Harry was alone.
And he couldn’t breathe.
Lupin found him that night. There was no moon. Harry remembered babbling about Hermione and it was really okay that she couldn’t make him laugh like Ron and Ginny could because she was always there and please come back because he couldn’t breathe.
He remembered crying and clutching Lupin’s robes and he couldn’t breathe.
He doesn’t talk anymore. He forgot how. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was living for anymore. Voldemort was gone. But so was everyone else he cared about and Harry wasn’t sure there was a point anymore.
And he can’t breathe.
He doesn’t remember the first time Luna came over.
But she comes often. She never speaks. She just touched his shoulder and Harry feels a little better. Sometimes he cried. Sometimes he just looked at the window. He still can’t talk.
But at least he could breathe when she was around.
By: (Yami) White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Pairings: Ginny/Harry, Harry/Hermione and Harry/Luna
Notes: for my new friend, heron_advocate. Angst.
Summary: And he couldn’t breathe.
When Ginny was killed, Harry cried.
Some of it was grief because Voldemort used her against him like he feared, some of it was because he never got the chance to know her, but mostly because her death didn’t hurt as nearly as much as it should.
The thing running through his mind was that he was glad that it was Ginny and not Ron and Hermione.
When Wormtail killed Ron in front of him, Harry was overtaken by rage and killed Wormtail before he realized what that could mean.
He felt angry for awhile and it was hard to remember what he was fighting for. Hermione was right there with him and sometimes she understood and sometimes she was annoyed and sometime she cried and Harry sometimes knew what to do and sometimes he didn’t.
It wasn’t until Voldemort killed her that Harry realized everything Hermione sacrificed, especially in this last year in which they tried to cope with Ron’s death. And what that meant to her. And to him.
And he couldn’t breathe.
It wasn’t like three years ago when Neville was there to check her pulse. Because Voldemort was laughing and there was so much blood. And he couldn’t breathe.
Too much blood. And he couldn’t breathe.
Voldemort’s talking and Harry’s just lost the last thing that mattered to him. Maybe the thing that had mattered the most to him.
And he couldn’t breathe.
He still doesn’t remember how he killed Voldemort. He remembered not breathing and Hermione’s blood and Dumbledore’s words about love and suddenly Voldemort was gone. And Harry was alone.
And he couldn’t breathe.
Lupin found him that night. There was no moon. Harry remembered babbling about Hermione and it was really okay that she couldn’t make him laugh like Ron and Ginny could because she was always there and please come back because he couldn’t breathe.
He remembered crying and clutching Lupin’s robes and he couldn’t breathe.
He doesn’t talk anymore. He forgot how. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was living for anymore. Voldemort was gone. But so was everyone else he cared about and Harry wasn’t sure there was a point anymore.
And he can’t breathe.
He doesn’t remember the first time Luna came over.
But she comes often. She never speaks. She just touched his shoulder and Harry feels a little better. Sometimes he cried. Sometimes he just looked at the window. He still can’t talk.
But at least he could breathe when she was around.