Harry drifted to every inch of his house. His house in which he had put in all his savings to get errected. And as mentioned, he did not give a fuck about money. Not at all. Money didn't spin his world round, Ginny did.
The second verse hit, "I thought i was a fool for no one, oooh baby i'm a fool for you.."
He laid spread-eagled on the cold marble floor and waved his limbs as if a snow-angel, and realized not being chilled by the cold, as he was ice cold himself. He dropped a picture frame of their picture together, with shattering glass that gashed him deep. Expecting to be cut, only to find that he was harder than glass himself. He shrugged.
He pressed ink to paper, only to realize where he should address the letter to. To Paradise Falls? Absurd. He slipped the pen into its sheath. He shrugged, again.
And Harry went into slumber.
"You're the queen of the superficial, how long before you tell the truth?"
.........................
Harry followed the cool voice, which led him to an old cupboard he forgot existed. A bone of a woman sat silently inside. Harry knew his love too well to not know who the frame of calcium belonged to. He shrieked.
Hyperventilating, he woke up, It was dead midnight
And he shuffled to the old cupboard. No Ginny. He was quite relieved. Though, he had found a draft of his last letter he wrote to Ginny in it. Seamless. Beautifully written. Almost, (pardon me), orgasmic.
He felt lost for a moment. It was then when he heard a burst. A burst of white. Hedwig was gone from the cage he was locked in.
And the song was played no more.
........................
Translusent feathers which glowed in the darkness gave Hedwig away. Harry was led to the old cupboard he saw in his dreams. The trail of feathers ended there, and he swung the doors open.
Another burst of feathers filled the space, and in the cupboard he found no bird. He found a girl. Bare. She was looking exhausted.
He couldn't help himself, nor his eyes. Her curves just appealed to him too much. The suppleness and perkiness of mounds. Porcelain of skins and pretty strands of blond hair. Testosterone-filled, Harry felt as if puberty hit him again. As he felt guilt rush to his head.
The shape shifter greeted her master. Luna was sent down by the Gods themselves, to personally attend to Harry's distress. She could help him find Ginny back.
Harry's ear rang and felt his heart miss a beat. Suddenly Harry could feel Ginny, as beautiful as she was, parading in front of his wet eyes. He couldn't wait, neither could Luna.
Luna pressed her fingers to Harry ice cold chest, not at all suprise by his cold, as she was as cold herself, maybe even colder. She traced his racing heart. Guilt hit Harry again.
Time was too scarce. She's been waiting a lifetime to serve his master. They would go, right away, that night itself.
"Glaciers melting in the Dead of Night, the superstar sucked into the supermassive..."
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