Ginny's tears had long since dried and Harry was long gone; sort of... It was her fault, how many times can ones heart break and repair it self when it was your entire fault? How much pressure can one take? Ginny's heart is beginning to fade away each second she can feel his soul being sucked out of him; she had been so foolish to play right into his hands... She had played so carelessly, but now her chances were limited and it seemed impossible. But a voice kept egging at her, it only seemed impossible that didn't mean it was see after all still had a chance she could play the game of lies