I'll start this with telling you that this is my first fanfic. And I dreamt this, so I decided to write it down. Please review and give feedback! It'd be nice to hear what others think :)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or their world. That is the making of the wonderful Joanne Rowling :) The song "Cry" is not mine either, it is originally sung by Rihanna!
Ginny sat in one of her aunt Muriel's windows in the smelly, old living room. Even tough she hated the place, she never sat alone in her room, moping, as you might think she would. She used to do that, but alone, she only imagined staying at the Burrow with her family. And that made her thoughts drift away to the forbidden areas; the worry she felt for her family, her fear of never meeting Neville or Luna again, Ron, Hermione, or Him. Everytime they appeared in her mind, all she felt was helplesness and hopelessness, and she hated it. Therefore, she stayed in the livingroom, quiet, listening to her brothers who themselves often spent their time in there too. Her entire family was now living at aunt Muriel's, even Charlie who'd come home from Romania, and Bill and Fleur actually lived here more than at the Shell Cottage, because of their mothers constant worry about her many children. But of course - Ron isn't here, he's on the run doing God-knows-what, and Percy isn't really family anymore.
But even with almost her entire family gathered again, the usually bubbly and lively Ginny was nowhere to be seen, she was only an empty shell. This, though, she was hiding from the rest of her family, knowing her parents would only worry even more, and her brothers would only tease her. And why? Because of Him. They had never understood how serious and real her love for Harry was. Of course, when she was younger it was nothing more than a stupid crush, just as her brothers say, but they never knew that it developed into something more, something deeper. And with Hermione gone, and Luna kidnapped, she had no one to talk too, not even Tonks. Ginny loved Tonks, and she knew that Tonks never would tell anyone about if if Ginny told her, but it still didn't feel right telling her how she felt. It was always Hermione who listened. Her best friend, who knew her better than anyone, even her brothers, who knew exactly how Ginny felt, since she felt the same about Ron, and who knew Harry better than most.
But Ginny couldn't hold all of this to herself, she needed somewhere to vent. And since she always had admired Muriel's grand piano in the living room, she wrote down her feelings into songs, always crying as she wrote. But she didn't want her family to know what she was doing - how weak she really was. So she always made sure she was alone in the living room when she sat at the piano, only giving the piano keys the lightest touch to make as little sound as possible. And since the house always was crowded, they never heard her. She even used the Invisible Ink she got from Fred and George's joke shop - making her the only one to know the lyrics to her songs. But the notes was still visible on the paper, just to make sure no one would throw it away, thinking it was an empty piece of paper. She always hid the papers when she was finished though, she was going to try and avoid her brothers snooping eyes for as long as possible. If they knew what she was doing, they wouldn't stop nagging on her until she sang them a song. And the thought alone made Ginny shiver slightly. She would never show her brothers how vulnerable and hurt she really was. And she knew that singing a song would make her break down, and tears in front of her brothers was a complete nono - she was not a little girl and she never cried in front of others. She had way to much pride for that, and she was not a weak little princess.
But one day, she was a little messy, and forgot her latest song on the piano, the most honest and vulnerable song she had written yet. And of course, this would be the one her brothers noticed.