Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, and never, ever will......oh, well. J.K. Rowling is WAY more creative than I'll ever be.
Everytime
Come notice me
And take my hand
So why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?
Ginny sat on the school steps, crying. She had never had a boyfriend before. She was only thirteen, for GOODNESS' sakes. And here she was, dumped. She had never been dumped before, and so she didn't know how to take it. Couldn't take it. She could hear footsteps behind her. She stood and ran.
Harry reached for her, touched her face. "I'm so sorry, Ginny. I wasn't thinking. I love you..." "Oh, Harry. I love you too." Ginny wrapped his arms around her and leaned in for the kiss.....and woke up. She looked down and realized with a red face that she had been close to having a passionate snogfest with her pillow. Hermione sat at the foot of her bed, tutting. She had a worried look on her face. "Come now, Ginny. It's not that big of a deal. Just a boy. He's not even that good looking...." "Maybe not to you. But then again, your taste never was that good, now was it? I mean, Ron....come on. And you haven't even gotten over it yet." she snapped. Hermione's brow clouded and her face fell. "Well, I- I- just trying to help..." "Well I don't need your help, so leave me the freak alone!" she yelled.. Hermione stormed out of the room, and Ginny fell back onto her pillows, sobbing.
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face it's haunting me
I guess I need you, baby
Ginny kept her head down and walked through the milling crowd. She could hear him calling her name, and she walked faster. And faster. And she ran. Out the heavy double doors and skirting the lake's shores, headed for the Forbidden Forest. But he followed. He caught her by the shoulders and brought her back, hard. She fell to her knees in the wet sand and sobbed. "Can't you just leave me alone? What did I ever do to you?' He sighed. "You can't run forever, Gin. You know that." She squinted up at him. "But I can hide." She ran headfirst into the oncoming tide and the water stole her. And Harry watched and did nothing.
I make believe
that you are her
It's the only way
I see clear
what I have done
You seem to move on easy
The eerie world about her swallowed her, and she struggled for awhile until her appendages became like lead and she fought no more. She sank quickly, and her eyes adjusted to the filtered light. The murky surroundings contorted her features. Fish darted past, and all she could think of was the cold. This is what depression feels like. She thought. It was a good way to die. So discreet, so sacred. So perfect. The feeling began to leave her limbs, and she went limp. All at once a hand jerked her upward and towards the surface. She hit bottom, and coughed up a brown phlegm onto the sand. She felt weak at the knees. She looked up into the face of her rescuer. Or the culprit behind her sabotage: she couldn't decide. But there was no face. Cold gray eyes stared down at her from over a mask. "Who are you? Why did you do that?" The eyes looked annoyed. "I am no one to be trifled with." Ginny hmmphed and headed for the dorms. It wasn't until much later that night that she realized she hadn't asked their name.