Lost Without Him

She sits alone silently under the whomping willow.
Cascading red hair floating and flying around her.
Even the whomping willow doesn't seem too active today.
Not on a day like this anyway.
A day where everything that once fitted and made sense.
Spiraled out of control in a matter of hours.
Although it seemed to carry on for years.
She softly brushes the grass around her.
Remembering the times she spent with him here.
It all seems so long ago now.
How long had it been?
Since she had last set eyes on him.
Almost six months and not a word.
He could be dead, no, she would not allow that thought to form in her mind.
She had to believe in him.
The only boy she had ever loved.
She could hear the murmurs of the other students in the grounds.
They were all talking about the new headmaster.
Its like a living nightmare.
Every night she swears that she can feel his eyes on her.
Protecting her from a distance.
She prayed he would come back soon.
So he could take her in his arms.
She knew in the back of her mind that something was coming.
You-know-who was coming.
If this was true, she never got a chance to tell him how she feels.
After all, everyone else on the planet knew.
So why shouldn't he?
She sighed softly and began to depart from under the whomping willow.
The castle had turned into hell since Dumbledore had died.
She would soon be back in his arms.
Feel the fire of his lips on hers.
She missed that.
But she, Ginny Weasley, has always loved and will always love Harry Potter.
For now though she is lost without him.