Alien on Broadway
Title: Alien on Broadway
Author: islablack
Word count: 814
Characters: Harry/Ginny
Song: Bright Lights - Matchbox 20
Rating: PG
Summary: Ginny reads a letter from Harry.
She stared out the cloudy window. She’d been in the city for over a fortnight and she was beginning to wonder if New York ever saw a sunlit day. The people at her office swore to her it wasn’t usually like this, but somehow Ginny felt the skies were empathizing with how she felt inside; dark, gloomy, and depressed.
She watched as the people below ran towards their destination, a subway tunnel, to hail a cab, or rushing into a building off the sidewalk. They all had places to go, people to see, and here she was half way across the world and she was sitting in her flat…moping. Ginny realized that she’d never been so miserable before, even when Harry’d first broken up with her. However, for whatever reason his betrayal was worse than his abandonment, and yet, for all he’d done to her, all he’d said, she still loved him; still wanted to be with him.
As a couple walked slowly together in the rain Ginny felt a pang of shame run through her and she looked back down at the owl she’d gotten from him and sighed.
Dear Ginny,
I hope everything’s going alright in New York for you; everyone really misses you around here. Your mum keeps talking about how she’s going to send you your birthday gift, I offered Hedwig, but she keeps declining. I think she’s holding it back in hopes you’ll come home for it.
I know I really shouldn’t be writing, but I couldn’t leave what happened behind without some explanation.
I love you. Ever since the summer of my fifth year I’ve loved you and I know I’ve royally screwed up. I also know there’s very little I can say that will make up for what I did, but I want to at least try. Because, Ginny, I can’t see my life without you, no matter what happens.
I do know that no matter what I say, no matter what the explanation, it will not atone for what I did, but I do want you to understand why, even though it was selfish and uncouth of me. I also know that trying to explain anything in a letter would be nearly as bad…and so I’m proposing something to you that you are more then welcome to turn down. I’d like to meet you somewhere, wherever you designate it, to talk.
I will understand if you cannot stand the idea of seeing me…Just let me know.
Love,
Harry
As her eyes filled with tears she crumpled the parchment and made to throw it, instead, however, she pressed it hard to her chest staring blindly out at the buildings around her. She sat like that for hours, even as the grey sky turned black and then was alight with neon lights.
As a clock chimed somewhere in the building Ginny suddenly stood up, dropping the crushed paper and turned away from the sparkling lights and headed straight out the door.
With no cover she stepped out into the pouring rain, hair getting heavy it left red streaks down her pale cheeks. She took long heavy steps, her eyes moving rapidly as they read building names and street signs.
One homeless man, under the cover of a small storefront roof, watched as she passed by him, resolute eyes that blazed with purpose.
However, Ginny saw none of this; her mind was focused on one thing, her destination. The closer she got the harder she clenched her jaw. And with a heavy breath, her nails digging into the skin of her palms, her bare frozen foot stepped off the curb and headed straight toward the middle of the road. Ignoring the honking of horns, the yelling of the drivers, she stood dead center in Times Square and looked up.
The sky itself was black, not a star visible, but rising high above her was the bright lights of the buildings, gleaming against her, almost illuminating her as she stood amongst the angry bustle of Americans.
Blinking against the freezing cold rain she stared up and up into the endless sky, the lights bending and swirling around her. It felt as though the darkness, instead of the light, was creeping into her consciousness; so with a shake of her head, her knotted locks tossing water she raised eyes to the heavens and screamed.
Her voice carried on and on echoing against the canyon of metal. Even as she stopped the first time it rang and as it returned to her ears she lifted her arms and screamed once again.
As she let the sound carry through the air, surrounding her, she stared into the falling rain and she felt a warm presence next to her. Very slowly she lowered her arms and turned to whoever it was. Gasping she took an involuntary step back. There stood Harry Potter…
6/10
Author: islablack
Word count: 814
Characters: Harry/Ginny
Song: Bright Lights - Matchbox 20
Rating: PG
Summary: Ginny reads a letter from Harry.
She stared out the cloudy window. She’d been in the city for over a fortnight and she was beginning to wonder if New York ever saw a sunlit day. The people at her office swore to her it wasn’t usually like this, but somehow Ginny felt the skies were empathizing with how she felt inside; dark, gloomy, and depressed.
She watched as the people below ran towards their destination, a subway tunnel, to hail a cab, or rushing into a building off the sidewalk. They all had places to go, people to see, and here she was half way across the world and she was sitting in her flat…moping. Ginny realized that she’d never been so miserable before, even when Harry’d first broken up with her. However, for whatever reason his betrayal was worse than his abandonment, and yet, for all he’d done to her, all he’d said, she still loved him; still wanted to be with him.
As a couple walked slowly together in the rain Ginny felt a pang of shame run through her and she looked back down at the owl she’d gotten from him and sighed.
Dear Ginny,
I hope everything’s going alright in New York for you; everyone really misses you around here. Your mum keeps talking about how she’s going to send you your birthday gift, I offered Hedwig, but she keeps declining. I think she’s holding it back in hopes you’ll come home for it.
I know I really shouldn’t be writing, but I couldn’t leave what happened behind without some explanation.
I love you. Ever since the summer of my fifth year I’ve loved you and I know I’ve royally screwed up. I also know there’s very little I can say that will make up for what I did, but I want to at least try. Because, Ginny, I can’t see my life without you, no matter what happens.
I do know that no matter what I say, no matter what the explanation, it will not atone for what I did, but I do want you to understand why, even though it was selfish and uncouth of me. I also know that trying to explain anything in a letter would be nearly as bad…and so I’m proposing something to you that you are more then welcome to turn down. I’d like to meet you somewhere, wherever you designate it, to talk.
I will understand if you cannot stand the idea of seeing me…Just let me know.
Love,
Harry
As her eyes filled with tears she crumpled the parchment and made to throw it, instead, however, she pressed it hard to her chest staring blindly out at the buildings around her. She sat like that for hours, even as the grey sky turned black and then was alight with neon lights.
As a clock chimed somewhere in the building Ginny suddenly stood up, dropping the crushed paper and turned away from the sparkling lights and headed straight out the door.
With no cover she stepped out into the pouring rain, hair getting heavy it left red streaks down her pale cheeks. She took long heavy steps, her eyes moving rapidly as they read building names and street signs.
One homeless man, under the cover of a small storefront roof, watched as she passed by him, resolute eyes that blazed with purpose.
However, Ginny saw none of this; her mind was focused on one thing, her destination. The closer she got the harder she clenched her jaw. And with a heavy breath, her nails digging into the skin of her palms, her bare frozen foot stepped off the curb and headed straight toward the middle of the road. Ignoring the honking of horns, the yelling of the drivers, she stood dead center in Times Square and looked up.
The sky itself was black, not a star visible, but rising high above her was the bright lights of the buildings, gleaming against her, almost illuminating her as she stood amongst the angry bustle of Americans.
Blinking against the freezing cold rain she stared up and up into the endless sky, the lights bending and swirling around her. It felt as though the darkness, instead of the light, was creeping into her consciousness; so with a shake of her head, her knotted locks tossing water she raised eyes to the heavens and screamed.
Her voice carried on and on echoing against the canyon of metal. Even as she stopped the first time it rang and as it returned to her ears she lifted her arms and screamed once again.
As she let the sound carry through the air, surrounding her, she stared into the falling rain and she felt a warm presence next to her. Very slowly she lowered her arms and turned to whoever it was. Gasping she took an involuntary step back. There stood Harry Potter…
6/10