Disclaimer: Don't Own Harry Potter
Ginevra called Ginny
For years, I have attempted to hide things. What sorts of things? Well what would be the point of hiding them from people if I mention them? All you need to know is that in my life I have gone through great pains to live my own life and do my own thing. This has not been easy for me for several reasons and all I can say off the top of my head is that I hate Voldemort. He has ruined almost all the happiness in my life, and especially in the life of a good friend of mine. What was I to do? What would you have done? Naturally though, I have gone a fouled everything up. That's what I do; always start off with the best of intentions and the next thing I know, I've royally screwed myself to the wall. There's the knock on the door, I suppose its that time again. I hope I survive this time.
Life was not always this way for me. I was a good student at Hogwarts. I had good friends, loving family, and a rather promising Quiditch career. If I had stayed in school long enough to finish I would have probably pursued that or continued onto Auror education. Life shouldn't have to be like this. I've been here, at this... place for quite a while.I was young and niave. In the while I've been here I have grown old. I was foolish to believe I could help things, change things, fix things, save lives. Life is cruel, life is hard and I was stupid. How could I ever help or change things. I'm just Ginny.
Now I am foolish to think I will survive.
The knocking continues, I do not answer. The door swings open, "Come along, we wouldn't want to make you late again now would we?" The cruel voice has the same effect on me as steel does.
I don't respond, I don't move, I sit and wait patiently, if they want me they'll have to drag me out, like they have in the past.
"Fine, be a Weasley, we know all about you. This has been coming to you since before you were born. You know what your birth brought? Your parents certainly did, its a shame they didn't take enough precautions...Anyway.." The man with the cold voice bent over me and picked me up with his strong, silver hand. It gleamed in the cold light the mocking sun shot into the room, but I knew it was stained red.
All I could do as I was helplessly carried down the hall was think of him, not the Wormtail, but the other him, THE HIM. He made a vow to save me no matter what, but then again I made a vow never think I could deal with it alone. We all make promises we cannot keep. I just happen to have my mistakes rubbed into my face ,again and again.
It was late in the evening. The room was trashed. Rubbage, books, and articles of clothing lay in heaps all across the room. It had been a month, a whole month, and nothing had appeared of her. She was gone, and everyone knew what that meant, everyone feared it.
Ginevra called Ginny
For years, I have attempted to hide things. What sorts of things? Well what would be the point of hiding them from people if I mention them? All you need to know is that in my life I have gone through great pains to live my own life and do my own thing. This has not been easy for me for several reasons and all I can say off the top of my head is that I hate Voldemort. He has ruined almost all the happiness in my life, and especially in the life of a good friend of mine. What was I to do? What would you have done? Naturally though, I have gone a fouled everything up. That's what I do; always start off with the best of intentions and the next thing I know, I've royally screwed myself to the wall. There's the knock on the door, I suppose its that time again. I hope I survive this time.
Life was not always this way for me. I was a good student at Hogwarts. I had good friends, loving family, and a rather promising Quiditch career. If I had stayed in school long enough to finish I would have probably pursued that or continued onto Auror education. Life shouldn't have to be like this. I've been here, at this... place for quite a while.I was young and niave. In the while I've been here I have grown old. I was foolish to believe I could help things, change things, fix things, save lives. Life is cruel, life is hard and I was stupid. How could I ever help or change things. I'm just Ginny.
Now I am foolish to think I will survive.
The knocking continues, I do not answer. The door swings open, "Come along, we wouldn't want to make you late again now would we?" The cruel voice has the same effect on me as steel does.
I don't respond, I don't move, I sit and wait patiently, if they want me they'll have to drag me out, like they have in the past.
"Fine, be a Weasley, we know all about you. This has been coming to you since before you were born. You know what your birth brought? Your parents certainly did, its a shame they didn't take enough precautions...Anyway.." The man with the cold voice bent over me and picked me up with his strong, silver hand. It gleamed in the cold light the mocking sun shot into the room, but I knew it was stained red.
All I could do as I was helplessly carried down the hall was think of him, not the Wormtail, but the other him, THE HIM. He made a vow to save me no matter what, but then again I made a vow never think I could deal with it alone. We all make promises we cannot keep. I just happen to have my mistakes rubbed into my face ,again and again.
It was late in the evening. The room was trashed. Rubbage, books, and articles of clothing lay in heaps all across the room. It had been a month, a whole month, and nothing had appeared of her. She was gone, and everyone knew what that meant, everyone feared it.
