Metamorphosis

She knew what it was like to put all your trust in someone. She knew how it felt to have your endless faith ripped into shreds and thrown at your feet. She knew what it was to love unconditionally and have your heart thrown back at you, undeserving of another's attention. People have looked down upon her all her life. But she has also known love. She's familiar with a kind of rare freedom, intangible to those incapable of such emotion. And, in some beautiful metamorphosis, she turned out the strongest fighter amongst them all.

Ginny Weasley learned at a young age not to put your whole faith into anything you do. She learned to guard her heart with a fierce mind and sharp tongue.

Because Genevra Weasley knew what it was to have someone steal your soul. And she would never – never – make that mistake again.

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Then again, there was always something about her dark-haired hero that disarmed her.

She could never quite put her finger on it, but her best guess was that it was the raw emotion in his eyes that made her feel free enough to open up to him in a way she just couldn't with anyone else. Or maybe… she just loved him.

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It had been five years since she had closed up, introverted, and hid from the world.

It had been two years since she had emerged from her cocoon, a beautiful, incredible butterfly.

And it had been just one week since the most amazing kiss of her life.

Now, she shone brighter than the brightest ray of light.

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They say loving someone is like giving them your heart. And Merlin help us, Ginny knew her heart was one of the most fragile things to ever sit on the planet Earth, once you peeled away all the excess layers and shields. And she gave it to him – handed it over with naked abandon, because she trusted him. She trusted him like she had never trusted before. She believed in Harry more than she had ever believed in Tom. She trusted him not to hold too tight. She knew he would never to let go. She knew he could never break her heart, not even if he wanted to. Because, against all odds, he loved her too.

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One sunny day, he gently handed her heart back, and she didn't bother listening to the words coming out of his mouth, because his eyes told her everything.

Hold on to it, he was telling her.

Don't forget me, and don't give it to someone else, he pleaded.

It won't be safe where I'm going, and I know you need to have it close by, so hold it dear, darling, and I'll be back for you… if I can.

And Ginny understood.

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They had won. They had won, and he was back.

Harry was back for her.

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They had fresh pain ahead of them.

She could tell it was going to be one hell of a ride.

But as a silent tear slipped down Ginny's cheek, and they lowered a black casket into the ground, a big strong hand grasped hers. Warmth spread through her body, and she was sure.

Sure she had picked the right man. Sure her trust was never to be broken again. Sure he would never intentionally put her through any pain. He would never let her suffer, and she was sure…

Ginny Weasley, who never needed anyone, had found her hero.

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