Disclaimer: All characters and themes are belonging to JK Rowling. It would be wrong for it to belong to anyone else. I could go on and on but I'm going to do the world a favour and shut up.
Something that came into my head right before we're supposed to move. Boy was my mum pissed when I turned on the computer.
Everyone has a story
Everyone has a story. It could be happy, sad. Confusing, or straightforward. But everyone has one.
This story is a story of many feelings.
From the day she first saw him in the corridors, to the day he saw no more.
She knew something other people didn't.
She knew who he really was.
She finally got a chance to talk to him one day. He was in the dungeons, brooding over his homework.
"Need help?"
"..No."
"My ass."
"Alright. What the hell is this...."
They got to know each other better. Much better. But it was gradual.
Soon they were going out. Everyone hated it. No one thought they were right for each other. They were breaking every rule in the book.
But she didn't care. He had, but she taught him not to.
Because of this he was disowned from his family. He had nowhere to go. But she helped him through it. Like she always had.
He decided to fight for the good side. Yes, extremely shocking to practically everyone, but he had sworn his revenge against his father. Even if it meant death.
The day came just like any other day. Nothing special. The day where the Dark Lord launched his planned attack on Hogwarts.
She wasn't there when it happened. She wish she was.
Because his father had killed him. His own father.
Like any human being, it brought many feelings towards her.
Shock was first. A phase of denial. A period of pretending it didn't happen.
That he was still in this world. That he was still alive. But just not with her
at that moment.
She didn't want to believe the unbelievable. But she knew she would have to one
day.
One day.
Then came anger. The uncontrollable sort where she knew if his father were just within target range she would've killed him straight away.
After that, came acceptance. The stinging reality began to sink in. She had to face it. Because it was done, over with. She couldn't do anything about it. And she knew it. She had to take it like he had shown her on so many different occasions.
That day left the world just like any other. But as he sun set an ice cold breeze blew over the point where she was standing. Just like him. Sharp, sometimes painful. Yet bitterly refreshing. It was like a signature to sign off his account of life in this world.
That's my story. My story of how I learnt about life. About how life should be cherished, how it shouldn't be taken for granted. Some people spend half their life going down the wrong road. And when they find out, it's too late to turn back. Draco learnt it the hard way. But he had no choice.
And me? My name is Ginny Weasley. And that's my story.
What you think? Worth getting my mum's grudge? Or shouldn't I have bothered?
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