This is my first submission to I am obviously both a Harry Potter and a Coldplay fan. I felt driven to write this songfic because Fix You is such a beautiful, moving and haunting song. I hope you enjoy it, and I would love you hear your reviews.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter (that belongs to J.K.) and I do not own "Fix You" that belongs to Coldplay.
Ginny sat in the family room, on the couch beside the fireplace. She stared sadly at the empty grate, fondly remembering the first time Harry had tried to use floo powder. Behind her she heard footsteps. She turned just enough to see her brother Ron out of the corner of her eye. "Gin," he said hoarsely. "You've been sitting there for hours."
Ginny stared at the floor, feeling the tears begin to well once again to her eyes. "I don't know what else I'm supposed to do." There was silence. Ron moved to sit beside her. "I feel I failed him."
When you get what you want but not what you need
"We all feel that way," Ron replied grimly. "But he achieved what he set out to do, didn't he? He did kill Voldemort."
Ginny flinched. It was not out of fear that she did so, but out of sadness, out of anger, out of hopelessness. She felt as though her heart had literally been torn out. In her chest there was a hollow feeling, an aching that she knew would never go away.
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Her eyes felt stretched, she hadn't slept properly since it had happened. She glanced at her brother. There were deep purple circles under his eyes and knew that he had been the same. "Don't you miss him?" She asked.
"You know I do," Ron replied. "He was like my brother. Would have been, too, if you two had…" A single tear dripped down Ron's cheek.
Stuck in reverse
Ginny put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, the scene of George telling her the news replaying in her head over and over again.
And the tears come streaming down your face
She began to sob. It had become a common thing. Ron put his hand on her arm, trying to steady her shaking body. "I just don't know what to do with myself," she said. "There was no one for me but him, Ron."
"I know," Ron replied quietly.
When you lose something you can't replace
"I can't believe it," Ginny continued. "I just can't believe that Harry's dead. I mean I know it's true, but there's a part of me that just refuses to believe he's gone."
Ron didn't know what to say. He knew that Ginny would have to accept it eventually, so would he. But what she was saying was true. Life without Harry just didn't seem right. It was going to be hard for all of them to accept it.
When you love someone but it goes to waste
"I don't think I can love anyone else," Ginny said, sitting up and wiping the tears resolutely from her eyes. "I know I can't. A part of me will always be with Harry, it wouldn't be fair. I'd never be happy."
Ron looked sadly into the eyes of his sister. There was a seemingly hollow quality about them. There was no longer the light he had always seen. He wanted to reach out, to fix Ginny's broken soul, but he knew he could not fully understand. He did, after all, still have Hermione.
"I know I must be alone," Ginny said quietly. She looked away from Ron, out the window.
Could it be worse?
Ron understood, but could not fathom the loneliness his sister would have to endure. He hoped that in time she would heal. "Ginny," he said. "You're not alone. You've got a whole family who loves you, and Hermione and all your other friends. You lost Harry, I lost him too, we all lost him. I know you may be suffering, but please understand that we are all in a similar position. We're all fighting this with you. You will never be alone."
Ginny did not turn. She was still staring out the window. Staring hard. Ron turned to look.
Lights will guide you home
Harry looked up at the lamp light from his position on the grass. His leg was still bleeding. It had been intermittently for several days. He had tried to heal it himself. It had only partially worked. The pain, which normally would have been excruciating, was numbed by his drive to reach the Weasley house. He knew they thought he was dead.
And ignite your bones
He thought of Ginny: her long red hair, her soft, plain, but beautiful face. He thought of the way she smelled. He could not describe it in words, the scent was simply one thing to him: her.
Suddenly he was fueled with new motivation. He jumped up from his position on the grass. He knew he had to keep going.
And I will try to fix you
Oh, the agony he had been in when he awoke on that field. It was deserted. Littered with bodies. There was no one left alive. The bodies of his friends and companions littered the once green grass. He had cried many tears, but had been relieved to find (or to have not found) that the bodies of Ginny, Ron and Hermione were not anywhere to be seen.
And high up above or down below
He knew they must still be alive. He knew he had to get back to them. They must have thought him dead. Why else would he have been left on that field? He knew that he had been close to death. He had felt it. But something had pushed him away. He had been ready to let go, to let it all be over, but a gentle coaxing voice and pushed him away from the light that had beckoned. "It is not your time Harry," the voice had said. It was a soft, elderly voice. A voice that had brought Harry much comfort throughout his life at Hogwarts. Dumbledore.
When you're too in love to let it go
And Harry had understood. He had friends to live for, and a girl to marry. He had to get back. He had opened his eyes and got up from the bloodstained grass. He found himself too weak to apparate. He would have to make the journey on foot. He started his quest back to the Weasley house. He started his quest home.
But if you never try you'll never know
He had had doubts. What if Ginny didn't love him after all this time? He had, after all, left her. But it had been for her safety. She had understood that. She knew the minute he had said they couldn't be together. She had always been smart.
But then, seeing her again was partly a selfish act. If he was going to die, he wanted to see her one last time.
Just what you're worth
And who knows, maybe she'd be glad to see him.
Lights will guide you home
Harry looked at the line of lamps that lead down the street to the Weasley house. He was so close. He just had to make it to the end of the street and he'd be there.
And ignite your bonesHis heart pounded in his chest. He felt the warm blood trickling down his leg. He didn't care. He put one foot forward, then the other. Left foot, right foot, his heart was beating in his ears as he ran. Left foot, right foot, left, right, left, right.
I will try to fix you
He needed to get there. He needed to have her in his arms again. He needed to be whole again. The house stood before him, leaning and twisting up into the night sky. He leaned on the lamppost outside the front yard and gazed at the Weasley home, in through the family room window.
There she was.
She was pale. She looked so forlorn. Harry felt a tear drip down his cheek. Ron sat beside her, looking her directly in the eye. She was speaking to him. Harry could tell that her voice was quiet. She finished speaking and turned her head, first looking at the floor, but then, slowly, Harry saw her eyes lift.
She stared straight through him, her face growing paler than before, as though she thought he were a ghost.
Harry could see Ron speaking to her out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't pay much attention his eyes were locked on Ginny's. Her mouth dropped open. Ron turned too look out the window.
Tears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Ginny could not believe what she was seeing. She stared at the tall lean figure that stood just beneath the lamppost. His black hair was ruffled as usual. A mixture of dirt, sweat and blood coated his face. And his eyes. His green eyes. Ginny could see them clearly from where she sat. She felt her mouth drop open. He was not an apparition.
She jumped up from where she was sitting, her body moving without her brain telling her feet where to go.
Her feet pounded the ground as she ran out the door. Left, right, left, right. She collided with his body at full force, willing every atom in her body to separate and become one with him. Her arms were secured around his neck. The warmth of his cheek radiated against her's.
He was alive.
She sobbed loudly in to his neck and felt his chest quivering beneath her as he lifted her off the ground, holding her with her feet dangling.
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Harry couldn't smile. Not because he wasn't happy, but because he was so enthralled that he could hardly breathe. As she heaved herself at him, he lost what little breath had remained in his lungs. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet and holding her close. He buried his face is her flaming hair, trying to calm her as she shivered with tears. He felt himself overcome with the same emotion and felt hot, salty tears emerge from his eyes.
It had all been worth it. All the pain, all the suffering had all been worth it, just so he could have this moment, just so he could hold his Ginny close and cry away all his fears, the tears washing away the pain, the anger and the loss.
Those who had died had not died and vain for those who lived on would live in peace, would mourn those whom they had lost, but be able to live a life of freedom and happiness. Their children would know a world not of fear prejudice like their parents, but of love and of equality.
And he, Harry, would have children, he knew, with the only girl he had ever loved, and who had always loved him. And he knew in that moment that he held her that he would never let go, that they would spend their lives making love to one another, caring for the ones they loved and remembering those whom they had loved and lost.
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try…
There they stood, entangled and entwined in each other both physically and emotionally. There was a connection, much stronger than any other connection that Harry had ever felt, between them.
Out of the Weasley house emerged eight other Weasleys, who had been called by the sobs of their sister and daughter. They stood around Harry and Ginny, stunned at what they saw, feeling as though they were watching a phantom.
Harry pulled back from Ginny and gently set her on the ground, knowing in his heart that now was the time. He dropped to his knees.
"Harry?" Ginny asked, concerned. "Are you alright?" She was about to kneel, but Harry didn't let her.
"Ginny," He said hoarsely, "Marry me."
Ginny's mouth dropped for the second time that evening. "Yes. "
…fix you.