A/N: this is my first ever fanfic and i just wanted to post it quick. I don't have a beta but definatly looking for one. wink wink So sorry you will just have to deal with how it is. The italics are the thoughts of the charachters. Disclaimer: i do not own any Harry Potter charachters cause i am a poor college student.
Ginevra Weasley waved goodbye to her parents quickly and jumped on the Hogwarts Express before either Mr. or Mrs. Weasley could hold their only daughter in their arms. Ginevra brushed past first years knocking them over. Ginevra could not believe she was ever that small, six years had gone by and now she had turned into a real woman. She found an empty compartment at the back of the train glad to be away from the crowd.
The train pulled forward taking Ginevra back to the people and places she didn't want to see. She especially did not want to see the raven haired boy she used to love so much.
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An owl flew through Ginny's window as she finished getting ready to go to breakfast. Ginny took the letter from the owl and quickly open the letter which had a familiar script.
Ginny,
Let's tell everyone at Hogwarts about our love. I just cannot keep it a secret any longer. I love you Ginny Weasley.
Love forever and always,
Harry
She jumped from the bed and sprinted to the Great Hall to kiss and hold her love in front of the entire school.
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Ever since the Chamber of Secrets, Ginevra and Harry secretly wrote love notes to each other and stole quick kisses in dark corners of the castle. This went on until Ginevra entered her fifth year when finally the relationship went public. At the end of the school year though Harry was once again fighting Lord Vodemort and left him fleeing into hiding near death. Harry was injured gravely and spent three weeks at St. Mungo's. Ginevra visited him as much as possible but one visit changed her life forever.
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Ginny walked toward Harry's bed with a handful of daisies.
"Thanks Gin." Harry said. "Come sit down next to me we have to talk."
Ginny sat on the sterile white sheets and kissed Harry's lips getting no response back.
"What's wrong?"
Harry gave a great sigh and began. "After lying in the hospital with nothing to do, I spent a long time re-evaluating my life. I have to kill Vodemort. I don't know hoe to say this and not hurt but I can't go on like this anymore. I lost love for you. We can't be together. I don't love you anymore."
If the hospital wasn't full of nurses attending patients or visitors talking with their loved ones, you would have heard Ginny's heart breaking in two. Ginny's eyes glazed with tears. Harry was the first boy she loved and let into her heart and here he was taking it away. Ginny got up and fled. She fled from the hospital and fled from her life. From then on she turned her back on the world.
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Ginevra rested her head against the leather headrest and closed her eyes, she reminisced the events that changed her life over the summer.
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After the incident at the hospital Ginny never returned to her old self. From every book to every article of clothing in her room, she took them and shredded all of it to pieces. Anything that reminded of Ginny of her old life was gone. With the help of Tonks, Ginny gave herself a new layered haircut, cut just to her shoulders and learned how to change her hair and eye color with the swish of her wand.
Ginny refused to let anyone in the family call her Ginny anymore; she wished to be called by her full name, Ginevra. Ginevra had a sort of sophistication and fiery feeling. Ginny shut out any kind of love from her parents and spent all day locked in her room. At night she would sneak out, changing her red hair black and brown eyes green. She had made friends with a group of Muggles in the town one mile down the road. She used a secret name around them so none of them would try and find her house. Together they would steal from stores. Ginny built up a new wardrobe, new objects, and a new life this way. She dressed head to toe in black reflecting the blackness in her heart and darkened her eyes with makeup she stole. Some days she would sneak to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade to do her sticky finger bit there.
Ginny took up a new Muggle practice of smoking and alcohol. All night her and her new friends would party in the alleyways till the sun came up. But this was not the worst thing that Ginny did; a secret known only to herself was far worse. She never let people touch her for fear they would know what she did. Throughout her life she had done this but right now life was demanding this constant sacrifice ritual, cutting. Every day in the comfort of her room she took a safety pin and slashed across her arms, wrists, legs, any where. All of the pain of the day was released pouring from her skin. It was a high nothing else could give her.
The end of summer was creeping up and the last day of vacation she went on her biggest steal. She took Harry's invisibility cloak (the one thing she kept from him) and went to as many shops a possible and stole all the cigarettes, alcohol, and any other things she would need during the school year.
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Ginevra's eyes shot open as the compartment door opened. Her one true friend at Hogwarts, Luna Lovegood, came in. One look at Ginevra and Luna's jaw dropped.
"Ginny, wow, what happened to you?"
Not wanting to deal with people at the moment Ginevra grabbed her robes and stalked out the compartment to the bathroom with a safety pin clenched in her fist. After another deep cut was added to the many already beginning to heal, Ginevra threw on her robes hastily.
SMACK
Ginevra's head collided with another's.
"Ouch" two silver orbs held her gaze but she quickly turned her gaze to the floor.
"Ginny? Ginny Weasley?" he asked baffled.
"Malfoy," Ginevra said eyeing a very grown up attractive Draco.
"What hap-, no, Wa- Watch out" he snarled heat rising to his face.
"Fine, stupid git of a Malfoy," she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and stormed away.
Damn, she really had grown up a lot. Her red hair glowed and the black makeup around her eyes made the brown jump out at you but still he wondered when her arm came to tuck a strand of hair the cut he saw glistened with fresh blood. She was hiding something because her gaze never held for more than a second.
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Ginevra was right when she thought Draco had grown up a lot this summer. He went through what he liked to call a "Deatheater Boot Camp." Beatings from his father and other forms of torture came almost every day to prepare his for the Deatheater induction after the school year. Hidden under his robes were thousands of bruises and cuts. This was supposed to strengthen him but Draco was at a crossroad all his life he had known the Dark Arts and nothing else. He doesn't feel like he has a choice of what to do with his life.
His only relief from the beatings this summer was his dreams of a mysterious girl. Every time he visited Diagon Alley he saw her with her gorgeous black hair and green eyes. She was a mystery to him but something about her was oddly familiar, the freckles. He had seen them before but where. But it also wasn't just the black hair and green eyes that haunted his dreams, another red haired coffee eyed beauty joined his dreams of the mystery girl.
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The Great Hall was a buzz but Ginevra sat head down staring at the full plate of food in front of her. She overheard the conversations of the people around her, mainly about Harry Potter. Every time his name was said the fury in her rose higher and higher.
Draco stole quick glances at the red head across the way. She looked out of place. Everyone around her was chatting with friends but she sat there looking blank and in another world. Suddenly her head snapped up looked straight into his eyes. Draco stared blankly at her face while hers filled with confusion.
A high giggle to Ginevra's right ended the staring contest. Harry Potter had his arms wrapped around Parvati Patil, planting light kisses across her neck. Ginevra looked back at Draco, a single tear traveled down her face. She whipped her robes around and fled the Great Hall. Draco clenched tightly to the table. Why he wanted to run after her he did not know. Something in her eyes he had seen before, the thing that gave him comfort in his dreams. But a Weasley? It couldn't be. How could the black haired girl and Weasley have the same pain in their eyes? The same freckles?
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