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Chapter 1
Ginny Weasley sat at the crowded kitchen table of the Burrow. She listened silently to her parents cheerful chatter about this or that. She wondered how they could be so happy and full of life when Voldemort was now stronger then he ever was before and his power continued to grow everyday. Couldn't they feel it?
" Ginny have you gotten your stuff out of your brothers' rooms ?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Not yet Mum." Ginny said rather annoyed that her Mum had disrupted her thoughts.
"Well, you had better do it soon. They'll be here this afternoon and they probably will want their rooms to sleep in." Mrs. Weasley said.
Since all of her brothers had moved out she had used their rooms to keep her things in. She walked upstairs to start the task she was given. It was a pain that she had to do this , but she really would be happy to see them. She may not act happy but deep down she really was. The only really bad thing about everyone returning was the house would be even more crowded than when she and her brothers were all home.
Charlie and Bill were coming back from a mission they were on for Dumbledor. Percy and Penelope were going to stay at the Burrow even though Percy would still be going to work. He said that the Ministry needs him. Fred and Georgedecided they would come too, but they probably just wanted new opportunities to test out their new products for the joke shop. Ron and Hermione had decided to stay at the Burrow also, but they were going to be a day late because they wanted to extend their honeymoon. They were married one month after they finished school. Once they arrive at the Burrow they will only have one day with everybody, they then have to go to Hogwarts . Hermione will be teaching Arithmacy and Ron and Harry will be taking Madame Hooch's place because she decided to retire. Dumbledor thought that would be the perfect job for them because they are only needed for refereeing the Quiddich Games and when they are not needed they can continue with Auror training
Harry. He actually is the only person not coming to the burrow, Dumbeldore said that it wasn't safe with Voldermort growing stronger. Ginny had tried so hard to block out all thought of Harry since last Christmas.
Almost all parents had wanted their children to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holiday because of how quickly Voldemort was rising. She had had extremely strong feelings for him then and couldn't keep them in any longer. She had found him alone in the library and went over to tell to him.
"Harry can I talk to you?" she had said.
"What's wrong?" He had asked. She could still remember the look of concern in those stunningly clear-green eyes. She now realized that he had probably thought it was something like the Chamber of Secrets and probably looked so concerned because he didn't want to repeat that experience. It wasn't concern for her, it was concern for himself.
"Harry, nothing is wrong. It's just … Harry, I-I like you." she whispered. She decided to go on, but didn't dare to look at his face.
"It started as a silly crush, but it soon became more. I know you probably see me as Ron's little sister still, but I want you to know that I-I love you." She said the last part so quietly she thought he hadn't heard her. She finally had dared to look up at him and saw that he definitely had heard her judging by the bright red color of his face. She turned to run but he had stopped her.
"Ginny, listen. You're too young to know what love is. I mean you're only sixteen, you can't know that what you feel is love. You are Ron's little sister and so that makes you my little sister. Ginny, I do love you, but not the way you want me to. I'm sure whatever feelings you think you have for me will go away ."
She managed to get away from him and ran back to her dorm. She vaguely remembers the months following that. She remembers walking around feeling lifeless. She would get up every morning and put a mask on to hide her every emotion. She was cold and empty. She tried to convince herself that her feelings for Harry were love, but everyday the mask was on, any feelings she had for Harry slowly turned to loathing. He wouldn't care about her. She was just silly little Ginny, the amazing trio's tag-a-long. After she realized that, she hid her emotions from everyone and kept to her self. Her friends gave up on her after a while of trying to get her to return to her normal self. She was alone. After awhile being cold and heartless became so easy it seemed natural and that disturbed her. She used to be warm and cheerful and now she was empty.
She realized she was almost done with her task, and quickly finished up. She went to her room wich was now extreemly cluttered. She took a blue book from her nightstand. It was a muggle diary she uses to write poems in. She didn't trust magical diaries anymore. Poetry to her seemed the only real way that she could feel. She started to write all about the feelings and thoughts she had just relived.
I look into the mirror,
And see a stranger staring back.
That stranger hides all emotions,
So it seems feeling is what she lacks.
The stranger in the mirror,
On her face she wears a mask,
So her friends don't know her feelings,
and they always have to ask.
The mask she wears will hide her pain,
Will hide the sorrow when she's sad,
It will hide excitement when she is happy,
It will hide her anger when she is mad.
The stranger I see is cold and hard,
She acts like nothing is wrong,
The mask she wears is her guard,
But that won't last for long.
There is a stranger in the mirror,
A mask is what I see,
I worry for that stranger,
Because that stranger is me.
(A/N) Tell me if I should continue. Review, Review, Review.
Chapter 1
Ginny Weasley sat at the crowded kitchen table of the Burrow. She listened silently to her parents cheerful chatter about this or that. She wondered how they could be so happy and full of life when Voldemort was now stronger then he ever was before and his power continued to grow everyday. Couldn't they feel it?
" Ginny have you gotten your stuff out of your brothers' rooms ?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Not yet Mum." Ginny said rather annoyed that her Mum had disrupted her thoughts.
"Well, you had better do it soon. They'll be here this afternoon and they probably will want their rooms to sleep in." Mrs. Weasley said.
Since all of her brothers had moved out she had used their rooms to keep her things in. She walked upstairs to start the task she was given. It was a pain that she had to do this , but she really would be happy to see them. She may not act happy but deep down she really was. The only really bad thing about everyone returning was the house would be even more crowded than when she and her brothers were all home.
Charlie and Bill were coming back from a mission they were on for Dumbledor. Percy and Penelope were going to stay at the Burrow even though Percy would still be going to work. He said that the Ministry needs him. Fred and Georgedecided they would come too, but they probably just wanted new opportunities to test out their new products for the joke shop. Ron and Hermione had decided to stay at the Burrow also, but they were going to be a day late because they wanted to extend their honeymoon. They were married one month after they finished school. Once they arrive at the Burrow they will only have one day with everybody, they then have to go to Hogwarts . Hermione will be teaching Arithmacy and Ron and Harry will be taking Madame Hooch's place because she decided to retire. Dumbledor thought that would be the perfect job for them because they are only needed for refereeing the Quiddich Games and when they are not needed they can continue with Auror training
Harry. He actually is the only person not coming to the burrow, Dumbeldore said that it wasn't safe with Voldermort growing stronger. Ginny had tried so hard to block out all thought of Harry since last Christmas.
Almost all parents had wanted their children to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holiday because of how quickly Voldemort was rising. She had had extremely strong feelings for him then and couldn't keep them in any longer. She had found him alone in the library and went over to tell to him.
"Harry can I talk to you?" she had said.
"What's wrong?" He had asked. She could still remember the look of concern in those stunningly clear-green eyes. She now realized that he had probably thought it was something like the Chamber of Secrets and probably looked so concerned because he didn't want to repeat that experience. It wasn't concern for her, it was concern for himself.
"Harry, nothing is wrong. It's just … Harry, I-I like you." she whispered. She decided to go on, but didn't dare to look at his face.
"It started as a silly crush, but it soon became more. I know you probably see me as Ron's little sister still, but I want you to know that I-I love you." She said the last part so quietly she thought he hadn't heard her. She finally had dared to look up at him and saw that he definitely had heard her judging by the bright red color of his face. She turned to run but he had stopped her.
"Ginny, listen. You're too young to know what love is. I mean you're only sixteen, you can't know that what you feel is love. You are Ron's little sister and so that makes you my little sister. Ginny, I do love you, but not the way you want me to. I'm sure whatever feelings you think you have for me will go away ."
She managed to get away from him and ran back to her dorm. She vaguely remembers the months following that. She remembers walking around feeling lifeless. She would get up every morning and put a mask on to hide her every emotion. She was cold and empty. She tried to convince herself that her feelings for Harry were love, but everyday the mask was on, any feelings she had for Harry slowly turned to loathing. He wouldn't care about her. She was just silly little Ginny, the amazing trio's tag-a-long. After she realized that, she hid her emotions from everyone and kept to her self. Her friends gave up on her after a while of trying to get her to return to her normal self. She was alone. After awhile being cold and heartless became so easy it seemed natural and that disturbed her. She used to be warm and cheerful and now she was empty.
She realized she was almost done with her task, and quickly finished up. She went to her room wich was now extreemly cluttered. She took a blue book from her nightstand. It was a muggle diary she uses to write poems in. She didn't trust magical diaries anymore. Poetry to her seemed the only real way that she could feel. She started to write all about the feelings and thoughts she had just relived.
I look into the mirror,
And see a stranger staring back.
That stranger hides all emotions,
So it seems feeling is what she lacks.
The stranger in the mirror,
On her face she wears a mask,
So her friends don't know her feelings,
and they always have to ask.
The mask she wears will hide her pain,
Will hide the sorrow when she's sad,
It will hide excitement when she is happy,
It will hide her anger when she is mad.
The stranger I see is cold and hard,
She acts like nothing is wrong,
The mask she wears is her guard,
But that won't last for long.
There is a stranger in the mirror,
A mask is what I see,
I worry for that stranger,
Because that stranger is me.
(A/N) Tell me if I should continue. Review, Review, Review.