A/N: if, u would like to read the original Little Mermaid, Here' a site that'll bring you there: http/hca. the idea that gave me the beginning of this story is here: http/elfwood.lysator.liu.se/fanq/s/a/saralynner2/lilmermc.jpg.html tho of course i do NOT believe that's how the story shall unravel!NOW THE STORY!
Before I had heard the fascinating story of Harry Potter I used to beg Dad to read Cinderella, a muggle Fairy Tale, for my bedtime story.
She was the erect picture of a happily ever after. A prince named Charming, whom matched his formal name. A Fairy Godmother who gave you your most desired wish. A night of ball gown bliss. A romantic proposal. What more could you ask for?
I once watched a movie called the Little Mermaid. I loved it. Maybe it was the fact that that Ariel had red hair like I did. Or maybe it was because Eric had black hair like a certain Mr. Potter. Whatever it was, I loved the muggle movie. And if I hadn't read the REAL story I'd probably still love the Little Mermaid.
When dad read the real version of the Little Mermaid I cried. I was crying and saying in a watery voice, "That's not how the story goes!" and "They're supposed to live happily ever after!"
Yes, that sounded bratty and spoiled, but I was only five years old.
When I turned nine I started to see the tragedy in the story. And I cried. Not of petty pity that everyone didn't have a happily ever after, no, I realized that was a literal fantasy. I cried because of the tragic romance.
It was sweet how the prince cared for the little mermaid. How she had an unrequited love for him. How he loved her as a brother might love a sister. It was tragically bittersweet.
I promised my self that that would never happen to me. Never. Promises are meant to be broken, but this one was done slowly and accidentally.
What once were tears of anguish of the pettiness that not everyone was happy turned into tears of the dejection of real unrequited love. I realized I had fallen for the same cursed unrequited love that the little mermaid herself had fallen for.
Although I wasn't sure if it was worse to have the prince actually notice you or him not knowing you exist. For it might hurt more to know that he didn't like you in any way or that he loved you, but as a sister.
I figured it couldn't get worse. I was wrong. While I was realizing that I'd never have him and that I could still try to find a love, if not a true love, for that spot was already taken, Harry, on the other hand, had Voldemort to deal with and a certain Chang to rightfully snare.
Of course, not everything goes as planned. Michael was my boyfriend, until he broke up with me for a certain Cho Chang. And Cho Chang was Harry's crush, until he realized she wasn't exactly the cheeriest person in the world.
As ironic as this was, I was and still am in a deprived depression. Harry has not noticed the irony of the fact that his old flame and my former boyfriend got together, showing once and for all, that he was not interested in me in the least.
As I realized this, I cried. We weren't meant to be. We were never meant to be.
I, Ginny Weasley, was in a terrible tangle of unrequited love.
A/N: this started out as a musing, but now im not sure if ill continue this story. tell me if i should. plz review. i dont know what i am doing w/ this fic yet.
REVIEW! or face my wrath...;)
