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When you only have moments, how do you say goodbye to a lifetime? Chapters: 1...Rating: 12+...Genres: Drama, General, AU...Warnings: No Warnings...Era: Hogwarts...Characters: Molly, Ginny (highlight for spoiler)...Pairings: Harry/Ginny (highlight for spoiler)...Status: COMPLETE (931 words) Author's Notes: The song is 30 Minutes by TATU. Banner: Me || Beta: Mandee || Dedication: None
Minutes Mama, Papa forgive me The crumpled parchment of twenty drafts lay on the floor next to the old writing desk. One empty bottle of ink sat close to a second that was nearly drained. Several broken quills lay scattered around in an untidy fashion to match the rest of the room. Out of sight, Out of mind Out of time, To decide Do we run?, Should I hide? For the rest, Of My life The woman at the desk crumpled up another piece of parchment and threw it at the wall. She watched it fall next to her over-stuffed backpack and sighed heavily. Frustration was affecting her letter, nothing seemed to come out the right way. She wasn't even sure there was one. It's not just you that this affects. I almost lost them too. Had he not been there to help us, things would have turned out very different. Don't blame him, this is my choice. I know you won't understand why and I can't seem to find the words to explain it, just please trust me. If we don't do something than we'll all lose. You're needed here and he needs me. He may not want me there, but everyone needs help sometimes. Another piece of parchment wasted, why was this so hard? Her feelings were so easy to understand and yet the words would not come. She grabbed another sheet of parchment and smoothed it out over the top of the writing desk. A noise upstairs froze her. They couldn't catch her. She needed to write faster, to make up her mind. She couldn't just leave a blank sheet on the desk. Can we fly?, Do I stay? We could lose, We could fail In the moment, It takes To make plans, Or Mistakes I can make my own decisions now and I choose to help. You're so important to me and I am going to help protect you. This is a war and we are all on the front lines. This wasn't working. She couldn't just leave them with one line. How could one line express anything? But it was all she had left. All the letters before had been long and eloquent and meaningless. She needed something else, something that didn't fool anyone. Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye Thirty minutes to alter our lives Thirty minutes to make up my mind Thirty minutes to finally decide Thirty minutes to whisper your name Thirty minutes to shoulder the blame Thirty minutes of bliss, thirty lies Thirty minutes to finally decide Another sheet of parchment and another bottle of ink from the drawer. The movement upstairs came again and she almost dropped it. If they came down, if they caught her, it would be all over. You can't protect me forever. Someone has to help him. I'll be ok, don't worry. She again crumpled up the parchment and again cursed her mind for not thinking of the right words to leave them. She had to leave something, she had too. She couldn't just let them wonder, they had suffered enough. Carousels, in the sky That we shape, with our eyes Under shade, silhouettes Casting shade, Crying rain... Yet with still nothing down on paper she was just wasting time, time that could be spent out there... with him. Her mind focused on how he was out there alone, doing it on his own. How could he be so selfish to think he was protecting her by leaving her here... My mind is made up, you can't stop me. I'll do my best to keep in touch. If I don't come back, know that I love you. She couldn't leave that! She was already causing enough heartbreak. Besides, the idea of what could happen was only trying to stop her. The more she ignored it the faster she would get to him. Can we fly? Do I stay? We could lose, we could fail... Either way Options change, Chances fail Trains derail One last piece of parchment, this had to be the end. The sounds upstairs had become footsteps in the hall. Someone was up and she couldn't take the chance that they would find her, stop her. Too much was at stake. I have to follow my heart. I love him. A light shone from the top of the stairs and she froze. It was too late. One last dip into the ink bottle and one last scratching across the page. Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye Thirty minutes to alter our lives Thirty minutes to make up my mind Thirty minutes to finally decide Thirty minutes to whisper your name Thirty minutes to shoulder the blame Thirty minutes of bliss, thirty lies Thirty minutes to finally decide I'm sorry. When the footsteps reached the bottom of the stairs all that remained was a mess of parchment and quills blowing in the breeze from the open door. The woman's one last piece of parchment lost in the wind... To decide, to decide, to decide, to decide to decide, to decide, to decide, to decide "Ginny... is that you?" asked Mrs. Weasley. To decide. |
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