Ginny Weasley had spent the last month in her room. Rarely had she ventured out. Except for meals she had been holed up in her room like a recluse. Her brothers were all insanely worried about her and keeped banging on the door that she kept locked with an anti alohomora charm. What did she do in there? Well quite franky, she cried. She cried for Dumbledore, the man who loved those he left behind. For Percy who left behind those who loved him. And for Harry. She loved him couldn't he see that? Why had he broken it off why? She vented her anger into self-harm. With every cut she felt as though the pain was evaporating. Ginny wasn't suicidal. She just wanted a way out. She didn't know what she was going to say to her brother nor Hermione when they returned with her ex-boyfriend from the Dudleys where they had gone for one last time. She sat on her bed huddled up against the wall against the cold and prayed every night for their safety. She was an emotional wreck. She needed Harry.
A few days later, Fred and George had a day off. "Ginny! Ginny!' they yelled, banging their heads against her door. "Ow!" they yelled in union and Ginny allowed herself a quiet smile. She hadn't seen them all summer. She opened the door. "Hey guys," she sniffed. They stared at her, their eyes taking in her puffy (but underlyingly beautiful) deep brown eyes, her flowing red hair the colour of a deep sunset and in contrast the ugly cuts that adorned her wrists.
Fred gasped and George gave a girlish squeal before his twin elbowed him in the crotch. "Sorry Georgie, I was aiming for your ribs!" Fred cried gleefully over George's vehement groans. He cleared his throat. "Ginny… I mean…"
"I'm FINE Fred," she cut in stubbornly. "FINE."
"If you say so." Fred stated with a worried look on his face.
"Look Gin," George mentioned gravely. "We know what this is about."
Ginny's face crumbled and her clear brown orbs sparkled with tears. "Harry."
"Yeah well…" Fred mumbled gazing off into the distance.
"We thought he was a git anyway" George finished brightly.
Ginny knew her brothers were trying to help, but they couldn't. Nothing could ease her pain.
"We'll be going down – "
" – to dinner now."
Ginny waved them off feebly closed the door and sank down onto her bed. Her bedside table was littered with photoes of happy times: Harry and Ginny by the lake rolling around on the grass playfully, Colin Creevey, her best friend, grinning up at the camera eagerly holding out her Christmas present, Ron and Hermione and Harry by the fire in the common room and Ginny and Harry's first kiss replayed over and over in the moving photo. It made her sad just looking at them. What was she going to do when the trio arrived back from the Dursleys for the wedding.
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Ginny's heart ached for any sight of Harry Potter. She peared out her wide window that faced the Weasley drive. No one. She felt broken. She had been down for breakfast earlier. The Delaclours were there. She had mumbled hello in French taken her toast and hurried back up the stairs; her mother with a ghastly look in her face. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught her eye. "Harry?" she questioned allowed incredulously. It was. Hermione and Ron and Harry were standing on the landing. "Ginny!" Hermione squealed leaping on top of her. Ginny noticed that the older girl looked different.
"Hermione, your HAIR!"
"Yeah I know. I got it done at the muggle hair dressers Petunia goes to."
Hermione stepped back and Ron stepped forward. "Hey, lil sis." He smiled. Ginny hugged him tight. "Ronald Dermot Weasley, you never wrote to me!"
"Sorry!" he apologized.
Then he moved to the side and Harry stood in front of her, his eyes shining with sorrow. "Ginny" he moaned softly.
"Um lets go Ronald" Hermione rushed Ron up the stairs. Ginny heard the door bang shut and suddenly it was just her and Harry.
A/n Haha! I leave u there. Nice cliffy ay? Teehee. Im almost done with the other one this will be a long fic. I had the brainwash for this last night and i typed it up really fast. Plz review. Thx u!