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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,601
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sea
Title: Sea
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Suicide
Summary: #9 – Sea. Would the sea take her soul?
Word Count: 631 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 9 – Sea
She slipped the rocks into her pockets, heavy white stones that pulled her skirts down over her bare feet. The sea called to her in crashing waves against the cliffs down the pebbled beach.
She had never liked the sea, it frightened her. But she continued slipping rocks into her pockets all the same. The surf was icy, the water black with only bits of white as the waves broke toward the shore. They sky was grey and stormy, and she wondered as she dropped more rocks into her pockets, why anyone loved such a drab, colourless sea.
Her clothes were heavy, her skirts weighed down with stones…the pockets in her cardigan stretched with the rocks in her pockets. Would it be enough? Maybe a few more would do to pull her straight down to the bottom of the sea.
They would wonder why she had done this…drown herself in the sea, but if they knew her well, they would not be surprised.
Ginny Weasley, no, Ginny Potter had hidden her true self under an exterior of unflinching loyalty to her husband and her children. Of course, she loved them all, but it was a shallow love. She knew that there was something wrong with her, something that had been wrong for years.
Ginny had started to hear his voice again in her mind, the voice that had haunted her since her First Year. The voice that had been consigned to her nightmares had come into her waking mind once again, his words insistent. Kill Harry…kill the children…kill her friends, her family… Tom Riddle’s voice was angry, demanding, and loud in her head.
Hermione had taken her to see a Muggle doctor a year after Ginny was married, and Ginny took the pills, only stopping when she was pregnant…and quickly taking the little yellow and grey pills up again when she was not. The pills kept his voice away…at first.
The sea deafened her, and his voice, and for that, Ginny liked the sea…only for that.
The rocks scrapped together in her pockets as she stepped into the surf, foam tickling her ankles.
Faintly, she could hear his voice, angry that she had not done what had told her to do, angry that she was moving against his will.
Three weeks before, she could take no more of his voice, and declared she was going to Bempton to visit with Percy who had taken refuge there to write a novel…about what, Ginny did not want to venture a guess. Percy had not minded the company, living alone in a cottage on the cliffs. Below the cliffs, there was only one narrow beach when the tide was low, and that was where Ginny would go.
Chalky stones filled both pockets in her skirts and in her cardigan…heavy stones that would hold her down.
The sea frightened her, but she knew that the tide was already beginning to come in, higher than before, and it would take her whether she wanted it or not.
If she could save herself by hurting her family, she knew she would do anything…the voice was beginning far too insistent, and she found herself doing things that she would not normally do… Ginny was afraid she would hurt the children…and if she did, it would be the end of her.
The sea froze her skin as she stood waist deep in the water. She had been too scared for too long…and the voice in her head was screaming…
Let the sea take her, she thought. Closing her eyes she continued, salt water splashing against her face. Into the cold dark she walked…the stones weighing her down.
The sea had taken many souls, and Ginny wondered as she inhaled the briny water, if it would take hers as well.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Suicide
Summary: #9 – Sea. Would the sea take her soul?
Word Count: 631 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 9 – Sea
She slipped the rocks into her pockets, heavy white stones that pulled her skirts down over her bare feet. The sea called to her in crashing waves against the cliffs down the pebbled beach.
She had never liked the sea, it frightened her. But she continued slipping rocks into her pockets all the same. The surf was icy, the water black with only bits of white as the waves broke toward the shore. They sky was grey and stormy, and she wondered as she dropped more rocks into her pockets, why anyone loved such a drab, colourless sea.
Her clothes were heavy, her skirts weighed down with stones…the pockets in her cardigan stretched with the rocks in her pockets. Would it be enough? Maybe a few more would do to pull her straight down to the bottom of the sea.
They would wonder why she had done this…drown herself in the sea, but if they knew her well, they would not be surprised.
Ginny Weasley, no, Ginny Potter had hidden her true self under an exterior of unflinching loyalty to her husband and her children. Of course, she loved them all, but it was a shallow love. She knew that there was something wrong with her, something that had been wrong for years.
Ginny had started to hear his voice again in her mind, the voice that had haunted her since her First Year. The voice that had been consigned to her nightmares had come into her waking mind once again, his words insistent. Kill Harry…kill the children…kill her friends, her family… Tom Riddle’s voice was angry, demanding, and loud in her head.
Hermione had taken her to see a Muggle doctor a year after Ginny was married, and Ginny took the pills, only stopping when she was pregnant…and quickly taking the little yellow and grey pills up again when she was not. The pills kept his voice away…at first.
The sea deafened her, and his voice, and for that, Ginny liked the sea…only for that.
The rocks scrapped together in her pockets as she stepped into the surf, foam tickling her ankles.
Faintly, she could hear his voice, angry that she had not done what had told her to do, angry that she was moving against his will.
Three weeks before, she could take no more of his voice, and declared she was going to Bempton to visit with Percy who had taken refuge there to write a novel…about what, Ginny did not want to venture a guess. Percy had not minded the company, living alone in a cottage on the cliffs. Below the cliffs, there was only one narrow beach when the tide was low, and that was where Ginny would go.
Chalky stones filled both pockets in her skirts and in her cardigan…heavy stones that would hold her down.
The sea frightened her, but she knew that the tide was already beginning to come in, higher than before, and it would take her whether she wanted it or not.
If she could save herself by hurting her family, she knew she would do anything…the voice was beginning far too insistent, and she found herself doing things that she would not normally do… Ginny was afraid she would hurt the children…and if she did, it would be the end of her.
The sea froze her skin as she stood waist deep in the water. She had been too scared for too long…and the voice in her head was screaming…
Let the sea take her, she thought. Closing her eyes she continued, salt water splashing against her face. Into the cold dark she walked…the stones weighing her down.
The sea had taken many souls, and Ginny wondered as she inhaled the briny water, if it would take hers as well.