Title: Sixteen and Falling to Pieces

Summary: Honey, you're sixteen and beautiful. Sixteen and fiery. Sixteen and heartbroken. Sixteen and t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d. \ Ginny at sixteen \ freeverse \ some Harry/Ginny

Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter, you no sue. Also, me no own Falling to Pieces, so again, you no sue.

Author's Note: I usually dislike writing about really main characters (like the Golden Trio and Ginny) but, I don't know, I was watching Deathly Hallows Part 1 and this happened.

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I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

Just praying to a God that I don't believe in

-Falling to Pieces, The Script

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Honey, you're sixteen and beautiful.

Sixteen and fiery

Sixteen and heartbroken

Sixteen an t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

You're sixteen and a Weasley, a Gryffindor

But you're also sixteen and ridiculously frightened

Darling, you're sixteen and in love

Sixteen and in love with a boy he loves you back

Sixteen and in love with a boy who just can't be with you,

Not now, maybe never

Sixteen and heartbroken

So darling, let's recap,

You're sixteen and beautiful

Sixteen and fiery

Sixteen and in love

Sixteen and heartbroken

Sixteen and terrified

But honey, darling, dearest, that's not all

Sweetheart, you're sixteen and hiding something

Sixteen and secretive

Sixteen and crumbling into yourself

Love, your heart is breaking into pieces

Darling, you won't tell a soul but it hurt you when they left

You knew it was coming

You'd known for weeks, months maybe

But it still hurts

You didn't want to be left

So darling, you're sixteen and left behind

Sixteen and left to rot in a mockery of school

Sixteen and left to worry mindlessly about Ron & Hermione & h_a_r_r_y

So Ginny dear, let's summarize again, shall we?

You're sixteen and beautiful

Sixteen and fiery

Sixteen and in love

Sixteen and heartbroken

Sixteen and terrified

Sixteen and left behind

Sixteen and worried

Sixteen and falling to pieces

You think about what could have been, should have been

And you wonder what awful things you did in a past life to deserve this

Maybe you were Voldemort

(But remember honey, you were)

(Merlin, your first year was bad)

In a world without Voldemort, this year would have been beautiful

Your sixth year, his seventh

Your only worries would have been exams

You there'd have been nothing to break your heart

Or terrify you or worry you or get you left behind

Or make you crumble into pieces

You'd have been sixteen and beautiful still

Still sixteen and fiery

Still sixteen and in love

But you'd also have been sixteen and happy

Sixteen and carefree

Sixteen and living a freakin' fairytale

But no, that's not you

You'll never be sixteen and all those things

(eighteen and those things? Only if you're very, very lucky)

Instead, darling, you're just

Sixteen and falling to pieces