Letters to My Muse
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Chapters: 26
Genre: Romance/Angst
Language: English, Romanizied Japanese
References: Harry Potter
Summary: Ever since she saw a boy cower from his father when she was three, she had wanted to become an artist. But, as time went on and she discovered her family wouldn't be able to afford to help her out, she kept her dreams a secret, and with it, the boy who became her muse.
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Sorry if the Prologue doesn't make much sense... I just wanted the prologue up... and needed it to be more than 500 words...
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Prologue -
December 14th, 1984 -
The three year old girl tightened her grip on her mother's hand as the two walked into Diagon Alley to finish Christmas shopping for their family. A blanket of snow covered in hundreds of various sized foot prints covered the ground, and many people where walking around to various shops, arms full of gifts. Her mother looked through second-hand books for a present for her two eldest sons, as the three year old looked around.
Outside of the shop, a boy around the girl's age cowered away from a man with a tight grip on his arm. The boy looked scared of his father, and the girl wondered why. The man sauntered into an alley with his son, after glancing around to see if anyone was watching him, not seeing the three year old with wide eyes.
The man pulled his son's shirt up and harshly slapped the child's back. The child bit his lip in pain, and the girl winced. When her mother looked at her daughter, the girl just shook her head.
"Do you think Charlie will like this one, honey?" the mother asked her daughter. A book about dragons was in her mother's hand. The girl nodded slowly. After purchases where made, and the daughter had pushed the boy and his father from her mind, they walked out of the store. It was then the girl saw the boy again. He looked sad, the girl noticed. 'I wish I could draw you happy...' the girl thought as they walked towards the exit of Diagon Alley.
"I got you a present, Ginny..." her mother told her, as they left. But three year old Ginny Weasley hadn't noticed a pair of grey eyes belonging to a four year old who had known she'd seen, following her leaving figure.
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December 25th, 1984
Ginny opened her last present, a simple hair ribbon from her older brothers. She smiled widely, but inside she was torn. She'd seen the boy who was beaten wearing robes worth more than her entire home. Why couldn't she get pretty things?
"Mum? Can I have paints?"Ginny asked later that night.
"I don't think we can afford them, Ginny... Paints are expensive and we don't have much money..." Molly Weasley admitted to her daughter.
"Is okay..."
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It was much the same on her birthday, but Ginny soon discovered that she was making her parents feel guilty that they couldn't afford everything she wanted. So, she hid her dreams...
But, she couldn't stop wanting to be an artist... so, as she grew older, she started using blank pages of her hand-me-down books, and drew pictures with muggle charcoal pencils she'd found discarded on the street once.
At first they were brief sketches... but as time went on they became detailed. By the time she entered Hogwarts, she could draw a snitch intricately.
But, the boy with grey eyes and blond hair was always her inspiration. A boy who's name she hadn't known. Until she met him in Flourish & Botts.
Even then, he remained her inspiration. She never told anyone, with the exception of Voldemort's diary, which she had even drawn in on occcasion.
Along with the secret of her love of drawing came a secret she'd kept even longer. The secret of that little boy being beaten. And somehow, she knew even then, that it was wise to keep it secret.