DISCLAIMER
: This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling. No profit is being made. Plot's mine so no touchey!~*~*~*~
The Trio. The famous Trio. Three. Not four. No place for a fourth person. But then again, when has there been place for me? Anywhere? I'm in the shadows, always ignored. By everyone. For the five years she had been in Hogwarts nobody noticed her. Her best and only friend Helena had moved to the US and she would probably never see her again.
Ginny sighed. She didn't want to remember her painful past. She had been strong before. She had survived the horror that happed in her first year. She had gotten through that, although she could never forget what had happened.
She had been happy for a while. Actually been happy. But in her fourth year everything had gone downhill.
Everything. Harry and Hermione had started going out. She hated Hermione. Stupid know-it-all bitch. She had not only taken her brother from her but now Harry too. Before Ron came to Hogwarts they had been best friends, inseparable. But now he hardly noticed her. If he even did.
But that wasn't all. The Dark Lord had returned to power. And had killed her favorite brother Charlie.
She didn't even bother to stop the tears welling up in her eyes. She took out a cigarette from the pocket of her robe and lit it up. They calmed her nerves. She had picked up the habit in the winter break in fourth year. She had been staying with Fred and George while the rest of the family had visited Bill. She had gone to lots of parties with her brothers. She had started smoking and drinking then. Fred and George usually got so drunk that they wouldn't even notice her if she ran through the room naked screaming. So she had decided to try it too. It had been a lot of fun actually. She got to try lots of stuff like beer, vodka, gin, Fire Whiskey...
It's great to just drown your problems with alcohol. For a few hours you feel great. Like everything is ok.
But the problem was that it wasn't.
In the end it had gotten too much to handle. She was going to take the coward's way out. She was going to get away from the pain of the world. She was going to kill herself.
She stood up, stepped on her cigarette and looked out of the North Tower window. It was dawn and the sun was rising. It was beautiful. It was a perfect thing for the last thing you see.
She sighed, climbed over the ledge of the window and jumped off.
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Ok, hope you like it. Review even if you don't!
I'm not sure whether to leave it like that or continue. I do have a plot in mind...
Tell me what you think I should do. It will hep a lot. Also tell me if you have any ideas
Lolita : )
