Ginny Weasley remembered it all too well. The time, in her first year, when Tom Riddle had taken her over. She had never quite recovered from that experience, and nightmares about it were frequent. She had been clueless, oblivious, and when she did realize what was going on, she never suspected good old Tom. For the rest of her life, Ginny had been careful. Her father's words still echoed in her ears.... "Never trust anything if you can't see its brain" he had said. Ginny jumped at shadows, and kept the secret from her friends, teachers, even family: she was a wreck, and she knew it. Only when she was alone did she let out the tears, the grief, the anger at her helplessness. It kept on going and going and going. She would have compared it to the Energizer rabbit if she knew it existed. But this Energizer battery in her head would have stopped going for awhile now, as it was five years since the incident happened.
Ginny had very few pleasures in life due to this. When she was happy, she considered it a blessing. The only thing that kept her from ending it all was Harry Potter, the boy she had a crush on, the savior of the wizard world.
The news had reached Hogwarts, though. The news of You-Know-Who's defeat and final death, coupled with the news that Harry Potter had died along with him in the storm of pure power that had enveloped them both. As she searched her mind, Ginny came up with a conclusion that scared her: She no longer had anything to live for.
Ginny knew that the dreams would continue, and she would be scared of everything for as long as she lived. There was only one solution. Ginny picked up a quill and scribbled a rather lengthy note on a piece of parchment. She then left the dormitory with nothing but her wand and her robes. In the roaring sound of thunder and rain pitter-pattering on the roof and windows, no one heard one small cry that marked the end of a life.
Ginny's suicide note read:
Dear Mum, Dad, Ron, Fred and George, Percy, Charlie, and Bill,
I am very sorry I had to do this. Ever since my experience with Tom Riddle, I have been scared of everything, and I have considered this for some time. When Harry Potter was killed, it was the last straw. I no longer had reason to live. between the frequent nightmares and hallucinations I have had. Goodbye. I love you all.
Professor McGonagall found Ginny's body in the trophy room early next morning. From the position of her wand, she knew exactly what happened.
The next week, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter were buried side by side in Hogwarts' cemetery.
Author's note: This originally was supposed to be another story, titled Ginny's Revelation. It would have used the first two paragraphs and would have had a completely different plot. I came up with another idea as soon as I hit that marker, and just had to write it. Feedback, please. No characters in this story belong to me, nor does Hogwarts and magic wands, blah blah, blah, hope you enjoyed it.