Without You
Title: Without you
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: The end of it all.
Notes: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, and The Jonathan Larson Estate owns RENT. That being said, enjoy.
Without You
A Harry/Ginny Songfic
Harry Potter and all characters belong to JK Rowling
Without You belongs to the Musical Rent
I don't own either worlds.
I just come by to visit every now and then.
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom,
“Harry, you said that you loved me. I don't understand. Why are you doing this?” There were tears in Ginny Weasley's eyes as her boyfriend let go of her hand. “Why are you leaving me?”
“Ginny, I told you,” Harry said, his voice betraying none of the heartache he was feeling at having to break her heart, “it's coming to the end, and I'm going to have to fight Voldemort. I'm going to have to do it alone. And I...if Voldemort knew about us, don't you think he would use you to hurt me? I can't have you in danger, love. It's better this way. This way I know you are safe.”
“But he must already know. Harry, you've been a friend of the family since your first year at Hogwarts, you've stayed at our house. You kissed me in front of everyone in the common room.” The first tears started to cut a path down her cheeks. “Please, tell me you don't think it was a mistake.”
“It was a mistake, Ginny, don't you see? Because of that, Voldemort may already know how much you mean to me. I have to do this Ginny, and I can't have you or Ron or Hermione around. If something were to happen to any of you, I don't know how I would go on.” He could resist no more, and pulled the youngest Weasley into a tight embrace. “Oh, Ginny, you don't know how much I wish I could just hold you like this forever, and tell you that I love you and always will love you. I want to ask you to marry me after we leave Hogwarts and start a life together, but I can't. I don't even know if I'm going to survive this battle with Voldemort, or if Hogwarts will still be here with Dumbledore gone.” He pulled away so he could look into her beautiful eyes. He didn't say anything else for a while. He just wanted to commit this moment in time to his memory, since he knew, even if she didn't, that this could very well be the last time he ever saw her. “With Dumbledore gone now, I'm the only real person to stand against him, we both know that. Promise me, no matter what happens, you will stay out of this, and you will stay safe.”
She swallowed a few times to find her voice, “I can't promise that. I'm sorry Harry, but I can't let you go alone. We're going to come with you. You'll need us. If you don't want to call me your girlfriend until after the war, that's fine. I'll live with that, because I understand why you are doing this, but don't think that for a moment that we are going to abandon you to face this alone.”
Harry knew better to argue, so he just smiled, not wanting to voice that he was leaving that very night while everyone was asleep. So he kissed her instead, a gentle kiss that was far too short. “Goodnight, Ginny,” he said, and left her to head to Fred and George's room that he was staying in. She stood in the doorway to her room for a long time, as if afraid that if she turned her back, Harry woud leave them behind.
The children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
“I can't believe this!” The first thing Ginny heard the next morning was Ron yelling in the hallway. He sounded angry, and more than a little scared. Ginny sat up and listened intently. “How could he do this to us? I mean, after all we've gone through in the last six years, this is how he repays us? I thought we were his best mates!”
“Ron, please,” It was Hermione now, sounding just as distraught, but less angry, “this isn't helping. He can't have gotten far. We need to stop yelling and find a way to track him down.”
“Track him down? Hermione, we're talking about Harry Potter! The only way we could find him is if we are lucky enough that he left in such a rush he didn't take his invisibility cloak. Which I highly doubt, since he remembered to take his Firebolt. Let's face it, he left us behind.”
Ginny brought her knees up to her chest and tried to fight back the tears. She thought that Harry was going to leave them behind, but she had no idea he would do it so soon, or without a stronger goodbye than a simple good night. “Oh, Harry, you stupid git, why do you always have to go and play the Martyr,” she whispered as the tears finally flowed.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
Her door opened, and Ginny looked up to see her brother Ron standing there, looking miserable. He held a bit of parchment in his hand and ran his fingers through his hair. “Good morning, Ginny,” he said, trying sound cheerful when he was anything but. “Lovely morning, isn't?”
“Cut it out, Ron, I know he's gone, so stop trying to spare me the heartache.” The words sounded hollow as she spoke. She wiped away the tears from her eyes, eyes that seemed to hold nothing but sorrow. “What's that in your hand, Ron? My OWL results?”
“Er, no. Harry left this for you.” He walked over and handed Ginny the letter, then stepped back. He wanted to give her privacy, but he also wanted to be near if she needed him. So he opted for standing at her door, close enough to be by her side if she needed him, but far enough away that he could simply walk out and close the door to give her the privacy she may want.
Ginny turned the letter over in her hands several times. She knew she would have to open it and read it eventually, but she was afraid of what Harry might have to say to her that he couldn't say to her face. She looked up at Ron, but he just motioned that she read it. Taking a deep breath, Ginny unfolded the letter.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
My dearest Ginny,
By the time you read this letter, I have left to find and destroy the last of the Horcruxes, and by doing so, find a weakness in Voldemort that will allow us to destroy him once and for all. I know you vowed to help me in this task, but that is something I cannot allow. For me to risk my own life is one thing. It's my destiny, I think. At least, it is if you believe the prophecy. But I cannot allow you, or Ron, or Hermione, or anyone else for that matter, risk their lives in this. There is something more, something that I couldn't tell you before, but see no other option now. I don't...I don't think I am going to survive the final encounter with Voldemort. I keep hopeful that this isn't true, and I will come home to you and the others. Yet, there is this....well, the word that comes close to describing it is a feeling that last night was the last time I will see you alive. Please, take care of Ron and Hermione. I know they must be very upset about this. I know you are too, but I trust you to be more level headed about all this. Try to keep them from doing something rash, like chase after me. Ron will be the hardest to convince, I'm afraid. He's a bit thick headed sometimes, well all the time really, and doesn't like to think before he does anything. Perhaps you just try to talk to Hermione. She's the only one who can really keep the reigns on him. Take care of everyone for me, Ginny, please.
I love you forever,
Harry.
The world revives,
Colors renew,
But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue
The tears that had threatened to fall now flowed freely, washing away some of the ink of the hastily written letter. She knew before she even read it that Harry was going to leave, but seeing his words in his messy handwriting and in his own words tell her that he didn't think he would ever see her again, it was almost too much to bear. She let the letter fall from her hands and curled up against her knees and cried.
Ron didn't know what to do. He didn't know where he was needed. His little sister, whom he'd always been so protective over was in middle of having her heart broken by the first friend he had ever had. He wanted to comfort her, but he wanted to catch up with Harry before he went and did something really quite foolish, like get himself killed. So he just stood there, in the doorway, not knowing what to do for several moments. Finally, his love for his sister won out, and moved to sit by her as she cried. He put an arm around her and pulled her close as Hermione came running in the room. “Ron, it's Fred and George! They just sent an owl.” She looked at Ginny, unsure if she should continue. Ginny simply looked up and nodded her to continue. “Harry stopped by the shop early this morning. He took all their good Defense stuff and left him all the money left in his bank vault at Gringotts. He said they had better continue to run the joke shop, or,” She took a deep breath, “or he'll come back to haunt them. I don't think he plans on coming back!” She ran over to Ron and threw her arms around his neck.
“Damn you, Harry,” Ron said, “Damn you for leaving us behind.”
Without you. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walks, the lungs breath.
The Ministry of Magic called for an official Holiday in the Wizarding World. The Most Vile Dark Wizard to ever have lived was finally dead. The prophecy had been fulfilled. Harry James Potter had killed him. The problem was, there was no sign anywhere of the Boy Who Lived. People had been searching for him since the first rumours of the end of the war began to surface. But there was no signs of him.
Ginny, Ron and Hermione were leading the search for their closest friend. “Don't worry, we'll find him,” Ginny would say when the other two would get depressed. “The prophecy says neither may live while the other survives, right? Well, Voldemort is gone.” She continued, rolling her eyes at the wince from Ron and Hermione. “He's dead now, we can speak his name. Harry did it! We won. So he must be alive. He has to be.” She continued searching the area that was supposedly the site of the last battle. “He has to be.”
The mind churns!
The heart yearns!
Harry's body was found two weeks later. They found another note with him, which simply read, “Live for me. Live for my memory.” Those that found him didn't understand it, but to his friends, they knew what he meant. Ginny took the note from the rescuers, silent tears falling from her eyes. She looked at it, and new that Harry had more than likely wrote this the same night he left the Burrow. She held it close to her heart. “I will, Harry,” she whispered, “I will.”
The tears dry, without you.
Life goes on, but I'm gone.
'Cause I die, without you.
The funeral was the most spectacular and biggest the Wizarding World had ever seen, and, many assumed, would ever see again. The Weasleys were at the front, as they were the closest thing to family the poor boy ever really had. Hermione sat next to Ron, leaning on him for support. Ginny was leaning on Neville Longbottom, who couldn't help in the search due to massive injuries. Now he was healing, and lending his kind shoulder to one of his dearest friends. Ginny took a deep breath, and stood up. Neville squeezed her hand and gave her an encouraging smile as she climbed the steps up to the podium. She looked out at all the people here for one boy. “This is right, that we are all here. Harry would want to know how much he was loved,” She paused as her voice cracked, “He saved us all more than once, everyone. Whether we knew it or not. Many of us he's saved personally. Myself, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Well, pretty much everyone in the Gryffindor House at one time or another. Others as well. He gave everything he had, and sometimes more, because he believed in something. He believed he had to do something. He always said...said he was willing to give his life for those he loved.” The tears flowed again. “And he did. He told us to Live for him. To live for his memory. And that's what I plan to do. I plan to live for Harry Potter. I plan to live for the Boy Who Lived. I plan to live...to live for the Boy with the Scar.”
Without you
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: The end of it all.
Notes: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, and The Jonathan Larson Estate owns RENT. That being said, enjoy.
Without You
A Harry/Ginny Songfic
Harry Potter and all characters belong to JK Rowling
Without You belongs to the Musical Rent
I don't own either worlds.
I just come by to visit every now and then.
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom,
“Harry, you said that you loved me. I don't understand. Why are you doing this?” There were tears in Ginny Weasley's eyes as her boyfriend let go of her hand. “Why are you leaving me?”
“Ginny, I told you,” Harry said, his voice betraying none of the heartache he was feeling at having to break her heart, “it's coming to the end, and I'm going to have to fight Voldemort. I'm going to have to do it alone. And I...if Voldemort knew about us, don't you think he would use you to hurt me? I can't have you in danger, love. It's better this way. This way I know you are safe.”
“But he must already know. Harry, you've been a friend of the family since your first year at Hogwarts, you've stayed at our house. You kissed me in front of everyone in the common room.” The first tears started to cut a path down her cheeks. “Please, tell me you don't think it was a mistake.”
“It was a mistake, Ginny, don't you see? Because of that, Voldemort may already know how much you mean to me. I have to do this Ginny, and I can't have you or Ron or Hermione around. If something were to happen to any of you, I don't know how I would go on.” He could resist no more, and pulled the youngest Weasley into a tight embrace. “Oh, Ginny, you don't know how much I wish I could just hold you like this forever, and tell you that I love you and always will love you. I want to ask you to marry me after we leave Hogwarts and start a life together, but I can't. I don't even know if I'm going to survive this battle with Voldemort, or if Hogwarts will still be here with Dumbledore gone.” He pulled away so he could look into her beautiful eyes. He didn't say anything else for a while. He just wanted to commit this moment in time to his memory, since he knew, even if she didn't, that this could very well be the last time he ever saw her. “With Dumbledore gone now, I'm the only real person to stand against him, we both know that. Promise me, no matter what happens, you will stay out of this, and you will stay safe.”
She swallowed a few times to find her voice, “I can't promise that. I'm sorry Harry, but I can't let you go alone. We're going to come with you. You'll need us. If you don't want to call me your girlfriend until after the war, that's fine. I'll live with that, because I understand why you are doing this, but don't think that for a moment that we are going to abandon you to face this alone.”
Harry knew better to argue, so he just smiled, not wanting to voice that he was leaving that very night while everyone was asleep. So he kissed her instead, a gentle kiss that was far too short. “Goodnight, Ginny,” he said, and left her to head to Fred and George's room that he was staying in. She stood in the doorway to her room for a long time, as if afraid that if she turned her back, Harry woud leave them behind.
The children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
“I can't believe this!” The first thing Ginny heard the next morning was Ron yelling in the hallway. He sounded angry, and more than a little scared. Ginny sat up and listened intently. “How could he do this to us? I mean, after all we've gone through in the last six years, this is how he repays us? I thought we were his best mates!”
“Ron, please,” It was Hermione now, sounding just as distraught, but less angry, “this isn't helping. He can't have gotten far. We need to stop yelling and find a way to track him down.”
“Track him down? Hermione, we're talking about Harry Potter! The only way we could find him is if we are lucky enough that he left in such a rush he didn't take his invisibility cloak. Which I highly doubt, since he remembered to take his Firebolt. Let's face it, he left us behind.”
Ginny brought her knees up to her chest and tried to fight back the tears. She thought that Harry was going to leave them behind, but she had no idea he would do it so soon, or without a stronger goodbye than a simple good night. “Oh, Harry, you stupid git, why do you always have to go and play the Martyr,” she whispered as the tears finally flowed.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
Her door opened, and Ginny looked up to see her brother Ron standing there, looking miserable. He held a bit of parchment in his hand and ran his fingers through his hair. “Good morning, Ginny,” he said, trying sound cheerful when he was anything but. “Lovely morning, isn't?”
“Cut it out, Ron, I know he's gone, so stop trying to spare me the heartache.” The words sounded hollow as she spoke. She wiped away the tears from her eyes, eyes that seemed to hold nothing but sorrow. “What's that in your hand, Ron? My OWL results?”
“Er, no. Harry left this for you.” He walked over and handed Ginny the letter, then stepped back. He wanted to give her privacy, but he also wanted to be near if she needed him. So he opted for standing at her door, close enough to be by her side if she needed him, but far enough away that he could simply walk out and close the door to give her the privacy she may want.
Ginny turned the letter over in her hands several times. She knew she would have to open it and read it eventually, but she was afraid of what Harry might have to say to her that he couldn't say to her face. She looked up at Ron, but he just motioned that she read it. Taking a deep breath, Ginny unfolded the letter.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
My dearest Ginny,
By the time you read this letter, I have left to find and destroy the last of the Horcruxes, and by doing so, find a weakness in Voldemort that will allow us to destroy him once and for all. I know you vowed to help me in this task, but that is something I cannot allow. For me to risk my own life is one thing. It's my destiny, I think. At least, it is if you believe the prophecy. But I cannot allow you, or Ron, or Hermione, or anyone else for that matter, risk their lives in this. There is something more, something that I couldn't tell you before, but see no other option now. I don't...I don't think I am going to survive the final encounter with Voldemort. I keep hopeful that this isn't true, and I will come home to you and the others. Yet, there is this....well, the word that comes close to describing it is a feeling that last night was the last time I will see you alive. Please, take care of Ron and Hermione. I know they must be very upset about this. I know you are too, but I trust you to be more level headed about all this. Try to keep them from doing something rash, like chase after me. Ron will be the hardest to convince, I'm afraid. He's a bit thick headed sometimes, well all the time really, and doesn't like to think before he does anything. Perhaps you just try to talk to Hermione. She's the only one who can really keep the reigns on him. Take care of everyone for me, Ginny, please.
I love you forever,
Harry.
The world revives,
Colors renew,
But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue
The tears that had threatened to fall now flowed freely, washing away some of the ink of the hastily written letter. She knew before she even read it that Harry was going to leave, but seeing his words in his messy handwriting and in his own words tell her that he didn't think he would ever see her again, it was almost too much to bear. She let the letter fall from her hands and curled up against her knees and cried.
Ron didn't know what to do. He didn't know where he was needed. His little sister, whom he'd always been so protective over was in middle of having her heart broken by the first friend he had ever had. He wanted to comfort her, but he wanted to catch up with Harry before he went and did something really quite foolish, like get himself killed. So he just stood there, in the doorway, not knowing what to do for several moments. Finally, his love for his sister won out, and moved to sit by her as she cried. He put an arm around her and pulled her close as Hermione came running in the room. “Ron, it's Fred and George! They just sent an owl.” She looked at Ginny, unsure if she should continue. Ginny simply looked up and nodded her to continue. “Harry stopped by the shop early this morning. He took all their good Defense stuff and left him all the money left in his bank vault at Gringotts. He said they had better continue to run the joke shop, or,” She took a deep breath, “or he'll come back to haunt them. I don't think he plans on coming back!” She ran over to Ron and threw her arms around his neck.
“Damn you, Harry,” Ron said, “Damn you for leaving us behind.”
Without you. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walks, the lungs breath.
The Ministry of Magic called for an official Holiday in the Wizarding World. The Most Vile Dark Wizard to ever have lived was finally dead. The prophecy had been fulfilled. Harry James Potter had killed him. The problem was, there was no sign anywhere of the Boy Who Lived. People had been searching for him since the first rumours of the end of the war began to surface. But there was no signs of him.
Ginny, Ron and Hermione were leading the search for their closest friend. “Don't worry, we'll find him,” Ginny would say when the other two would get depressed. “The prophecy says neither may live while the other survives, right? Well, Voldemort is gone.” She continued, rolling her eyes at the wince from Ron and Hermione. “He's dead now, we can speak his name. Harry did it! We won. So he must be alive. He has to be.” She continued searching the area that was supposedly the site of the last battle. “He has to be.”
The mind churns!
The heart yearns!
Harry's body was found two weeks later. They found another note with him, which simply read, “Live for me. Live for my memory.” Those that found him didn't understand it, but to his friends, they knew what he meant. Ginny took the note from the rescuers, silent tears falling from her eyes. She looked at it, and new that Harry had more than likely wrote this the same night he left the Burrow. She held it close to her heart. “I will, Harry,” she whispered, “I will.”
The tears dry, without you.
Life goes on, but I'm gone.
'Cause I die, without you.
The funeral was the most spectacular and biggest the Wizarding World had ever seen, and, many assumed, would ever see again. The Weasleys were at the front, as they were the closest thing to family the poor boy ever really had. Hermione sat next to Ron, leaning on him for support. Ginny was leaning on Neville Longbottom, who couldn't help in the search due to massive injuries. Now he was healing, and lending his kind shoulder to one of his dearest friends. Ginny took a deep breath, and stood up. Neville squeezed her hand and gave her an encouraging smile as she climbed the steps up to the podium. She looked out at all the people here for one boy. “This is right, that we are all here. Harry would want to know how much he was loved,” She paused as her voice cracked, “He saved us all more than once, everyone. Whether we knew it or not. Many of us he's saved personally. Myself, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Well, pretty much everyone in the Gryffindor House at one time or another. Others as well. He gave everything he had, and sometimes more, because he believed in something. He believed he had to do something. He always said...said he was willing to give his life for those he loved.” The tears flowed again. “And he did. He told us to Live for him. To live for his memory. And that's what I plan to do. I plan to live for Harry Potter. I plan to live for the Boy Who Lived. I plan to live...to live for the Boy with the Scar.”
Without you