The Boy Who Isn't Here
Chapter One: The Boy Who Isn't Here
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Harry James Potter
31st July, 1981- 2nd May, 1998
'You always shined in times of darkness'
It was cold. And wet. So unlike this time of year should be. The war was over, and the world should have been full of sunshine and laughter, but it wasn't. Not for her. Life could be no darker; no fuller of dispair. All around her people celebrated, and life continued, and the war was over, but here she was, staring at a grave that shouldn't exist and wondering where it all went wrong.
"He's not coming back, Ginny."
"He isn't gone."
"Ginny. He is gone. We buried him. What more do you need?"
Ginny barked out a harsh laugh. "There is no body in that grave Ronald. We all know that. He could be alive somewhere. Maybe he doesn't remember. Maybe he's trapped somewhere and can't get back to us."
Ron heaved a long sigh as he stared at his baby sister. "Gin- You can't do this to yourself. You must accept that he isn't coming back. There were no bodies because of how the wands reacted. You heard what the Aurors said. They didn't find Snake Faces body either. Does that mean that he still lives?"
"No..." It was a whisper...almost covered by the wind, but it was there. Ginnys heartbreaking denial that the love of her life was never coming home. Harry Potter was gone, and no matter how hard she wished otherwise, she finally had to admit, that this time was for good.