( I thought the only way I could get my poems up on a website, and to have a way to let out my anger, and other feelings was by starting another fanfiction. I know it will be about a month before I can post it as I have had my internet currently cut off, but that means I have more time to work on these poem things, and more time to think of a story line.

This won't be like other stories i have wrote, these will be more dark then others. My previous ones have shown the hyper side of me, this one shall show the more darkness, the darkness, that at times, takes over me. I don't know, but maybe someone will like this story, my friend has read one of these poems and told me that I should make it a song, the one called goodbye.

I am not sure what the story line is going to be right now, so i will just type my thoughts, get one single idea and turn it in to more. If you review thank-you, but if not i couldn't really care, this is more for me, and those who will read it. 3

The story takes place in Harry's 6th year, so Ginny's 5th. There will be many small authors note in this story, as i do not know if i will be turning this into chapters, depends how long it takes to get our internet back.)

Ginny sat at her desk, a few peices of scrunched up parechment beside her, a fresh peice infront of her, and a quil in hand. She stare out the window, wondering what to write next. For her muggles study class, she had to write a poem that showed a side of her few knew. Ginny had started with many attempts, a poem about her life with her older brothers. She had very little susess, all of her starts ending up in the fire beside her. A poem that shows a side of her that few knew, or that no-one did. Her eyes swept the common room, stopping at her friends, at Harry Ron and Hermione, at crookshanks. Nothing she saw seemed to spark an idea, untill she looked at a quiet girl that seemed to threatened those in her year. Giving up her poem as a bad job, she walked over.

'Kijo...' Ginny sat down beside a girl with dark, waiste lenght hair, eyes that seemed to scream evil, and who was wearing a short black skirt, red shirt, with net covering her chest and arms. She looked quite evil, yet to Ginny, she seemed to say something, as though begging her to come over.

'Ginny.' She said in a cold voice.

'What's on your mind right now?'

Kijo looked up. 'Blood. It run's through these walls unseen...'

This seemed to spark something in Ginny's mind. Most people would have walked away at that, but Ginny earned to no more. 'It cannot be unseen by all, if you know it is there?'

'It remains unseen, but not unheard. It flow's through our veins, and we don't always see it. The air, I can smell blood in it. Death..' A small smirk apeared on her face.

'The air is unseen, yet it is still there, just like blood. But, whose blood is it that flows through these walls?'

'Mine drips down, not mixing with the others, everyone elses flows like normal.'

'Blood drips down? As in you cut yourself?'

'What you see and hear are dark lies...' Kijo looked towards the paper that Ginny had been using.

'Homework, muggle studies, and i have to get back to it if I wan't it done...' Ginny said, as she walked away with a fresh idea in her head. No-one had ever seen the hurt Ginny, the dark side of her. With one last glance towards Kijo, Ginny picked up her quil, and started to write down her thoughts.

(Kijo Oumu is a character I made up. I tend to roleplay, both Harry Potter and an anime show called Naruto. Kijo is a dark character made up for Naruto roleplay. KJ, the character in my other story is my Harry Potter roleplay character, and that would describe the hyperness that Kijo's sister, Hime, has, although Hime is more friendly, and more sensible, mature. KJ is carefree, doing whatever she pleases, Hime follows rules.)