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A/N: AU-ish project in which I mess with several deaths in a what-if fashion. This one is 'what if Ginny had died' from Luna's perspective. Please review!
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Gone.
Gone, my best friend is gone.
It's tragic, but then again, so is all the other stuff that's happened lately. And it wasn't like any of us could have done something. Not like she could have ducked. Not like death can ever be stopped anyways - except in those weird situations that don't make the least drop of sense, even to people like me, people who get the weird stuff.
The poor Weasley clan.
Two kids lost in as many hours. One killed by an exploding wall (at least that's what little I heard), the other by a woman without a drop of anything good in her. I can't say what's worse, being in the wrong place at the wrong time like whats-his-name, or being frozen in one's last seconds like Ginny. We all miss her already, which is funny because from what I can tell, people didn't ever really have FEELINGS about her. We knew her, we liked her, we talked to her, and that was almost always all we did.
She was always such a good person.
She reached out to me when I saw myself as a lost cause, not worthy or friendship or love or any good thing in the world. She was always like that, befriending the friendless, paying attention to the lost-in-the-shuffle kids, encouraging the depressed... There were so many things she did like that, things that should have brought stronger emotions out of us, things that should have inspired us, and yet we were too weak to react as we should have.
She never even saw her seventeenth birthday.
She was almost exactly three months away from coming of age. We all have things we should have told her, things we should have done for her, stuff like that, but what's going to haunt most of us is all the stuff SHE never did! What I almost know will be the refrain of those thoughts is that at least she had the chance to taste all those things, if not fully experience them. She loved and was loved, fought and was fought for, protected and was protected, stood her ground when it mattered most, and was almost too amazing for her own good.
That's all that remains.
She died at 16 years and 9 months, give or take a handful of days, leaving behind more than she will ever know. A committed boyfriend who regrets leaving her, a family that does not deserve to have lost her, three close friends (I am one of them) who will miss her desperately, numerous schoolmates who may never know how brave she really was, and a lot of people who knew her in passing yet didn't KNOW her. Most of all, she left behind a legacy, something none of the other kids who died managed to do.
I place a white rose and flee the room.