Streams of violet painted the dark sky as a girl with flaming hair looked out in the night, pondering how her life had come to this. There was no light left in her eyes. The darkness had enveloped her with the swiftness and agility of an elephant; she saw it coming and there was no avoiding it. The girl shivered as the cold bursts of wind caressed her skin in a manner akin to sympathy.
There was no doubt in her mind that there was a cause for everything under the sun, yet she couldn't help but question the motive of a superior being that would cause such destruction. Her heart gave a lurch at the thought of such destruction – of the thought of the oncoming war. She was swept so strongly into the embrace of pain immediately after Bill's wedding that she had no time to reflect on the beneficial aspects of what this war could do. Her brother, her lover, her best friend – all gone in the blink of an eye. There was no going back from a hurt like that.
The young lady blinked back the tears as she stared at the backyard, knowing that change was coming – whether it be good or bad, she wasn't aware.
Unbeknownst to the girl with a veil of depression covering her with a strength that mirrors cement, the change that was coming was neither black nor white; with all hope comes broken hearts, and with all carnage comes reconciliation.
Ginny Weasley was completely unprepared for what was coming
But then again, so was everyone.
