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[Harry Potter] There's no Christmas without you
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Title: There's no Christmas without you
Pairing/Character: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 143
AN: I had written another one before this, but then I couldn't figure out how to end it, and it sort of spiralled out of control. So I started again, and came up with this! It takes place some time in the future - after the events of Deathly Hallows. Ginny reminisces about that very quiet, very depressing Christmas without Harry who had become part of the Weasley Christmases.
It’s Christmas again.
She remembers what it was like without him, how empty and strange it all was. There was no cheer at the Burrow – no newly knitted jumpers, no decorations, no trees.
Christmas dinner was silent, with mum and dad and her (remaining) brothers chewing quietly, asking nothing more than to pass the potatoes and the pudding.
There were empty spots at the table, and she remembers trying to fight back the wash of fear threatening to spill over, tumbling from her lips in a series of questions: Where was he? Was he all right? Wasn’t there some way -
There were no carols, no laughter, no smiles. The lights felt duller, the snow much colder; and lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the night was the longest she remembers.
She did not get to kiss him under the mistletoe.
fightingthecageTitle: There's no Christmas without you
Pairing/Character: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 143
AN: I had written another one before this, but then I couldn't figure out how to end it, and it sort of spiralled out of control. So I started again, and came up with this! It takes place some time in the future - after the events of Deathly Hallows. Ginny reminisces about that very quiet, very depressing Christmas without Harry who had become part of the Weasley Christmases.
It’s Christmas again.
She remembers what it was like without him, how empty and strange it all was. There was no cheer at the Burrow – no newly knitted jumpers, no decorations, no trees.
Christmas dinner was silent, with mum and dad and her (remaining) brothers chewing quietly, asking nothing more than to pass the potatoes and the pudding.
There were empty spots at the table, and she remembers trying to fight back the wash of fear threatening to spill over, tumbling from her lips in a series of questions: Where was he? Was he all right? Wasn’t there some way -
There were no carols, no laughter, no smiles. The lights felt duller, the snow much colder; and lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the night was the longest she remembers.
She did not get to kiss him under the mistletoe.