Prolouge
Ginny stood in the corner of the large dimly lit room, her back pressed against the maroon wall, her eyes glued to the figure window beside her small frame. Her body trembled with rage and her chocolate orbs were glazed with tears. The large window had its red curtains pulled back to show the pounding rain, and the raven sky cast with dreary clouds. Lovely. The sky is crying for me. Ginny thought bitterly. Crossing her arms she turned back to the figure in the doorframe, she pulled her herself from her thoughts and began to listen to the one conversation she had been dreading all her life.
"…This isn't really working out. I know, I know, everyone uses that line. But it feels like our relationship is just getting worse with everyday. I mean, you run off with your girlfriends, and I hang out with Ron and Hermione. I mean, we're just growing apart, we never talk anymore, and our sex…well, that's just gone completely." He went on. But Ginny had been set off by the sex comment.
"Oh! So now this is about our sex?!" She spat, every word was oozing with rage. "What happened love or passion what happened to actually caringabout the well being of your partner. What happened to really loving someone? Did you ever really love me? Did you?" She whispered, her tears flowing freely down her rosy cheeks.
Her already small frame seemed to shrink even more as she slid down the wall, feeling very vulnerable for the first time in years. She pulled herself into a tight ball and cried. She cried for the loss of her first love, she cried for the fact that the world was in danger once again, and she cried just because she could. Her body shook with every tear that fell from her almond eyes.
All Harry could do was watch, just stand there like an idiot and watch as Ginny washed away her sorrows. There was a dull pain pulling at his heart as watched her petite frame shake with every strangled sob escaped her cracked lips. Deep down inside him he wanted to make it all go away, become the knight in shining armor that rescues the girl from all her problems and whisks her away to a perfect life. But he knew that he would never be able to do that. He knew that he would probably die when he finally faced the Dark Lord.