Burning arches tumbled to the ground, along with her hope. Was there even any hope? She was sixteen years old, and in the midst of a battle. Scattered bodies had replaced the suits of armour. Bloodstains coated the once sleek tiles. Fires were everywhere, burning up into despair. Death had become a figure in a cloak and mask. Life had become was a young boy, with nothing but a scar and love to protect him.

It was ugly she mused, war. The burning candles of life extinguished in a flash of green. Green. Emerald green had once meant so much to her. It used to represent Love, hope and courage. Now it was death and despair. The light was fading from any of the fighters eyes, Flickering and struggling.

She was tired now, her legs dragged and eyes drooped. Raising her wand to shoot spells that missed the targets. Her family surrounded her identical expressions of pain, grief and exhaustion on their faces. It was too painful to think of him, an empty crevice in her mind. The pain of losing one so special. In fact, they had lost many wonderful, brilliant people that day. It made her wonder how much longer she would be here.

A boy walked past, determination in his step. It was an unusual sight in this damp dreary castle. He darned his head to look at her and she stopped, lost in his emerald eyes hat meant love, hope and courage. She knew he would be alright, for he was Harry Potter and he was always alright.

Then the fires in her eyes grew, and she knew she could do this. Because she was Ginny Weasley, and she was going to live.


Ok, This was a one-shot. I did it as a break from Absolutely Normal Chaos :) tell me what you think, Review!

Chloe :)