Story: Broken But Brave
Chapter Eighteen: Two Pieces of A Heart

⚠Mature for Self-harm and depictions of blood. Read at your own risk.⚠

"You idiot! Accio wand," she shouted. He watched as his holly wand left the bedside table and flew to her hand. She caught it and quickly pocketed it. Harry groaned. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the blood stains on his shirt and his cheek. "Merlin!" she breathed and ran over to him. He backed away and stealthily put the dagger into one of his pant pockets. However she noticed it. Frowned, she flicked her yew wand. "Accio armament," the blood stained dagger flew to her hands as her eyes widened. "Scourgify," she hissed, pointing her wand at it. His blood on it disappeared instantaneously. She pocketed it and looked up at him. "What do you think are you doing?!" she shouted.

"Leave, Ginny!" Harry exclaimed. Suddenly, he started to feel dizzy as his vision blurred.

"I won't!" she protested and quickly ran to the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit. "Now sit down or else I will stun you personally and treat those cuts!" Ginny ordered. Harry put his hands up in surrender but quickly lowered it down as a sharp sting rose through his injured left wrist. "Goodness, Harry!" she whisper-shouted as she made him sit on the bed, rather forcefully. Harry could hear her muttering under her breath.

"You idiotic prat! What did you think you are doing, cutting yourself like this?! Did you think that I would be able to live if you cut yourself? Prat! I don't even know if Episkey would heal them without causing a nasty infection." Harry tried to retort but he felt another sharp sting of pain, this time, rising in his chest. He now wondered why he cut himself in several places.

The thunder rumbled in the distance as raindrops splattered on the windows. The weather seemed to be agreeing with the sad atmosphere around Sirius' bedroom as the heavy downpour started. Harry's vision was going even more blur even with his glasses on so he decided to say something which he wanted to, ever since he was released from that blasted prison.

"Ginny, listen. I love you, until the end."

"Shut it, Harry!" hurt, Harry looked at her and found that crystals of tears were falling from her worried brown eyes which held pain and sorrow in them. Her mouth was  opening and closing like a fish as she tried not to sob audibly. She looked so broken, so hurt, so vulnerable that Harry immediately fell silent, looking guilty. It hurt him too much to see her cry. He had, in fact, rarely witnessed her cry. She was a very strong woman and when needed, held all the sorrow in and comforted others. The memory of her comforting the little child during the battle was suddenly remembered by the raven haired man as he watched Ginny work on his bleeding cuts and bruises. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself enough to ask her to leave him. He felt Ginny wrap a tight bandage around his left bleeding wrist. A sharp pain rose through his veins and arteries. He shook his head to ignore it.

"Leave me alone. I'm fine, lo-Ginny," he stuttered, hoping that she did not hear his slip up. She ignored him. Her face was contorted with concentration as tears still slipped down her red cheeks.

He blinked his pale green eyes rapidly to keep himself from slipping into unconsciousness as things started to blur around him again. Ginny noticed this and immediately rummaged through the first aid kit and took out two bottles of red fluids. One was darker than the other and was labelled as 'Blood Replenishing Potion'. The other was the pepper-up potion, used to make a person hyperactive; In Harry's case, completely conscious. She opened the cork and helped Harry gobble it up. It tasted salty just like blood and he made a face. Just as he did, fresh blood began flowing down his cut cheek. Without panicking, Ginny muttered an 'episkey' and a sharp sting later, it stopped bleeding. "Go, Ginny."

"Where?"

"To the bloke who would be waiting for you. It's past midnight already."

"Alright."

Harry turned away, unable to bear the fact that there was someone else in her life already. He felt his heart sink lower and a warm hand slip into his right clean palm. He looked towards his side and found that Ginny had sat down beside him. Her eyes were closed and her hand was red with his blood. Her cheeks were flushed red and she looked really pale with tear stains on her face. Her freckles stood out clearly. Her red hair was highly disheveled and they had lost the touch of her real red colour. Dark circles below her eyes showed that she had spent the whole day looking for him. Her chest was rising and falling slowly, as if she was asleep but Harry knew she wasn't. It was the first time since their fight that he had noticed her. She was wearing a bluish green tank top, which was stained with slight blood, along with a pair of blue jeans. Her yew wand was clutched in her other hand. Harry enjoyed the feeling of Ginny's hand in his. It had been nearly seven years since they had been this close.

"Ginny, you need to leave," he said as bravely as he could.

"You told me to go to the bloke who is waiting for me. So, I left tending to you and went to him."

Harry sighed. "Ginny, I need you to leave me alone!" he tried by raising his voice.

"I'm not leaving," she replied sternly.

"You must leave! Or else I would send you out myself!" Harry ordered, keeping his voice like an auror.

"You don't have your wand on," Ginny retorted. Harry snorted.

"I don't need my wand to make you leave me," he replied.

"Oh yeah? Try me!" she challenged.

"Leave, Ginny! Please!" Harry pleaded this time.

"And why should I?" she asked back. Her eyes were still closed.

"B-because I-I am an hindrance to your happiness! You will be happy if I am not alive! I am going to join my parents, Sirius and Remus up there!" he reasoned.

"Alright, fine," Ginny said, opening her eyes and standing up immediately. The blazing look on her face was back and Harry almost lost himself to it. He shook his head to snap out of it. She withdrew the shiny dagger from her pocket and held it above her right hand. Harry's eyes widened and in a moment of spontaneous action, he stood up and snatched the menacing weapon from her and threw it away. It landed near the doorway of the room with a 'clink'.

"What do you think you are doing?!"

"'You will be happy if I am not alive'. That's what you meant by these stupid actions. That's what I am going to do now! You will be happy if I go. Move on," Ginny shouted, her eyes filled with angry tears. Harry swallowed.

"I did not mean that, Ginny! I was talking about you! I did not mean myself!" he shouted back.

"What difference it makes?! Would you be happy if I leave the world?" she asked, her brows were together. Harry vigorously shook his head no.

"Of course not!"

"Then how do you expect me to be happy when you are dead? How do you expect me to move on?!" she shouted as a small portion of her red hair fell over her right eye. He gently pushed it behind her ear and sighed as he realized he was being selfish once again.

"I'm sorry, Ginny."

Ginny shook her head, ran over to him and hugged him tightly. Harry winced in pain but did not let that bother the embrace as he embraced her back just as tight. They stayed in the same position for a few blissful minutes, enjoying and basking in the others' arms. Her crystal tears of despair wetted his shirt but he did not care.

"You foolish prat, I-I thought I would l-lose you tonight. . . I t-thought I would never be able to see again. . .or apologize t-to you. You scared the hell out of me, Potter! Don't ever do it a-again!" Ginny sobbed into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Ginny. I-I promise I wouldn't do that again," he assured, his voice slightly breaking with all the emotions flying around.

"You do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as she backed away enough to look at him in the eye. Shimmering brown met dull emerald as Harry nodded once again. She leant back into his chest again as she spoke. "Harry, I am sorry too. It was because of me that all this happened. I should have never fought with you. I-I just wasn't thinking straight but now, I am. I am listening to my beating heart instead of my affected brain and it says whatever I am saying. I am forever yours, Harry, if you are willing to take me back," her voice was lower than a whisper and Harry considered himself extremely lucky to be near her when she said it. If he hadn't, he would not have heard it. Harry nodded against her hair, his own tears trailing down his bruised cheeks, mixing with the blood on it's way down. He did not trust his voice to answer for him but he had to.

"I love you, Ginny," just as he whispered that, she backed away from the embrace.

"Ginny? Wha-" but before Harry could continue his sentence, Ginny's lips smacked against his. It felt fabulously good to be able to feel her lips on his again, after seven long desperate years of waiting. Everything seemed to have stopped to Harry as he shared one of the most passionate and desperate lip lock with the love of his life. Everything else was forgotten for a good few minutes or hours or days. . .

Heavens! It was one tough chapter to write! On top of that, wattpad decided to delete the draft which I wrote of this chapter. So yeah, this is not the first draft of the chapter. Actually, that was even more good and emotional but unfortunately I couldn't get the same sentences in this chapter as I left writing for a day in my anger. I don't know why it got deleted though.

I think this is the second longest chapter of the story so far. Thank you for patiently reading. If you have read till here, you are brilliant as Harry puts it!

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