Sitting at her piano, Ginny slid her fingers gracefully across the ivory keyboard, marveling at its' beauty. She had never been one for music, and she rarely listened to the Wizarding Wireless. She had always thought that playing instruments were left to other people, not to her. Her mother always had said to her before Fred died that music was a way to express joy and love. But Ginny saw differently. She found music as a way to express her anger and sadness, a way to vent without hurting others.
~~Flashback~~
In a rare outing to the muggle world, Ginny walked around the small village square aimlessly, meandering around the busy shoppers. What was the point, she thought, of shopping for nonentities that would be useless just months later? Then she realized she was being morbid again, bitter at her breakup. She walked away from the muggle shops, down the street where there was a small neighborhood. The first house she walked by, she noticed a large, disfigured shape in the front yard. She doubled back and looked at it, and immediately fell in love. It was a broken down piano, its' black paint chipped and the legs lopsided. On the front it had a sign that said, 'Please take.' So Ginny did. She magicked it back to the Burrow, and began teaching herself how to express her grief through the mournful white and black keys. And slowly, she started healing.
~~End of Flashback~~
Ginny smiled slightly, then sighed and closed the top of her newfound passion. Drat Harry for making her heal this way, she thought as she climbed up the stairs to her room.