Windows in a Box
June 2, 2004
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After reading and re-reading the parchment in front of her, Ginny smiled approvingly and folded it over. She had always been a bit uneasy about writing her emotions down on paper since her first year, but with all that was going on around her, she found it relaxing to just drift off and share the things inside of her on a scrap of paper.
The redhead had a box of them now--an old cardboard box she found laying about at her twin brothers' joke shop. She had decorated it with hearts and swirls, and her name written in bubble letters across the lid. It had its own little spot under her bed and was almost already full of different sized and colored parchment that she picked up from around her when she needed to spill the feelings collecting inside.
All the little notes that she had written and stowed away had a wide range of emotions on them. Some were rants of an overprotective brother or an exciting moment she wanted to record to keep forever. A lot of the notes these days, though, consisted of one Remus Lupin and a night she couldn't escape from. No one could.
The last battle ended in favor of the good after many hours of lagging behind. Harry and Voldemort faced off, each weakened considerably. No one saw what happened as most were off holding their own in a different duel. A blast of heat and a blinding light of all colors erupted from the point of one of the wands (or both, no one was sure). The two arch enemies disappeared from site in the brilliant flash, and people were knocked to their feet and most lost conciseness, Ginny being one of those.
Silence fell over the battle grounds. Exhausted wizards and witches lay about. The living were burned and bruised and hardly hanging on. Most though, were just gone.
The youngest Weasley hardly remembered much when her eyes fluttered open. Pain soared through her shaking body and she had a shooting ache in her head. Tears had rushed to her smoky brown orbs when she took in the picture around her. Loved ones, family, friends, acquaintances, enemies. They were all discarded about, bloodied and broken.
None of it escaped her. Not even the similarly distraught werewolf that was wrapped around her small sobbing form. She looked up at him as much as she could, ignoring the protest from her muscles. His eyes had the same clouded look as all that were present as he slowly pulled her closer in his protective hold.
After witnessing something like that you were sure to have thoughts pouring out of you. For Ginny now, her box of notes consisted of how it can only get better from here, and she was positive there was some windows opening somewhere.
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A/N: When I was writing this story I got sidetrack so it dosen't really stay to the point lol Oh and i had a hard time with the title for this one (can't you tell ) lol
Ok, on this one i had help from Aikakone and LunasStar (I don't know how they put up with me)
-DP-
Disclaimer: Wow these get boring after a while.....what was I gonna say? oh yeah I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter (nothing at all) lol