Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the Harry Potter world. I do, however own the song Little Girl and it is ©2004 to me.
She sat on her bed, surrounded by darkness. The only light was the shining end of her wand, as dim as she could make it. A piece of parchment sat in front of her, covered in the scribbles of last week's homework. The quill in her hand had plenty of ink, but her mind didn't want to put together some sort of order to put her words into.
She thought of him. He was beautiful in her eyes. They were eyes that gazed at him day after day. He was always busy doing something else, something better. She was simply a small detail in his world. Hugging her arms around herself, tears found their way down her face. Silence reigned around her, and she was a part of it, making no sound. A stranger. That's how she felt to him, to herself even.
The parchment found words being written down, fast and furious even as they were blotted with tears.
She sang, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh little girl cries softly,
She must never make a sound.
She tells me all the things she feels,
But never moves her mouth.
I just want to pick her up,
And tell her it's all right,
But she won't let me touch her,
I have to watch her fight."
Someone stirred. Wand immediately thrown under her pillow, she grabbed the parchment and pulled the covers up to her head. Only when deepest black and silence blanketed the room did she sit up again.
He was all she thought about. All she wanted, everything she could remember wanting. Last year, she had tricked herself into thinking he wasn't meant for her. She barely even knew him, how could she be sure he was so great for her? For the first time since she had met him, she was happy. She convinced herself, day after day that this was right. Being with him would never happen. She had to move on. What a mess that was. Again, quill met parchment as she tried to scribble him away.
"Oh the dark haired boys never love her back,
She cries and cries but he'll never see,
It will be a year not long from now,
Since she ever felt,
As if she could look up,
Instead of looking down."
All the tears she had never cried, everything. It was all bottled up inside. A choked sob burst from her as she buried her face in her pillow. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She should be with him, not here all alone. She was cold, cold and alone. Her voice was all that she had.
"She tells me all the things she feels,
But she never moves her mouth.
And the dark haired boys never feel the same,
Break the silence make a sound.
Never wanted to be lonely,
Never thought she would be.
But little girl can't help it,
She can't believe her eyes."
A fist met her pillow, landing dangerously near her ink bottle. Why couldn't he see? They were perfect for each other, beyond all. She knew, she had known from the moment she heard his name, his voice, saw his face, felt his skin meet her own.
"Ooh, little girl he loves you.
Ooh, little girl does he not?
His eyes they just confuse you,
but keep looking on and never looking back.
She tells me all the things she feels,
But she never moves her mouth.
And the dark haired boys never feel the same,
Break the silence make a sound.
Never wanted to be lonely,
Never thought she would be.
But little girl can't help it,
She can't believe her eyes."
She was nothing without him. A hollow shell, a blank canvas. The volume of her voice increase as she cried, invisible forever to the one thing she could see.
"Anonymous, please make a sound,
Anonymous, please make a sound,
Anonymous, please make a sound,
Anonymous, please make a sound.
Ooh the dark haired boys never love you back."
She ripped the parchment in shreds. The ink bottle flew out of her hand, landing, broken and seeping ink on her carpet. Soon it was joined by the quill.
She screamed. Ginny Weasley screamed for Harry Potter, the center of her universe. Ginny Weasley screamed for the love that would never be.
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