Broken Leaf

Prologue

A gust of wind blew a freshly fallen leaf up off the ground and spun it around until it chose to place it down.  It threw it around the stony castle walls that encased the school of witchcraft and wizardry, the infamous school known to all as Hogwarts.  Within these old and worn walls, a lonely sigh echoed off the stones of Gryffendor's common room. 

            The sigh has escaped from a sad looking girl, who hung her head in defeat and made her way out the portrait hole that lead out into the hustle and bustle of the school. 

            Her shoes clapped against the cold ground as she made her way down to the Great Hall to eat with her fellow witches and wizards.  She only glanced up occasionally, and realizing her grave mistake, she hung it low again.

            This girl is on a whole other side.  A side away from her brothers, and a side away from the popular blathering of her peers, and all this girl wishes for, is acceptance.

            Ginny Weasley was never one to tease her hair up, or to smother her face in make-up to show off for a boy.  She was the drifting piece of dust you never realized was there.  But one day, the speck of nothing that was left alone for so long, almost disappeared.  But, when no one was looking, she became something no one expected. 

            I'm in a room full of people

            But I'm never seen

            Maybe I'm a beauty surrounded by a mess

            But isn't that what you wanted them to know?

            I was the vine

            And now I am nothing but sour wine . . .

            Without expecting it, Ginny Weasley had allowed herself to be swallowed up in a torrent of depression and love.  She had since a young age been completely enticed by Harry Potter.  He did something to her heart that she had not yet experienced on any level.  Little did the sad girl know that with her heart that had chosen Harry, another had chosen her.  The love that encased this heart was not one that the owner of this forsaken heart wanted to admit to.  But within time all would be seen and all would flow freely.

             

For love claims all in the end

This is truly a story of the Dragon and his weakness

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