Author's Note: A quick one shot. I was in the mood for some angst and some character exploration. I really don't know where this came from. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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The Itsy, Bitsy Spider

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It had been two years since Voldemort had returned to power. Two years since the epic battle, where the Death Eaters had taken over the Order, executing them one by one and Voldemort had slaughtered Harry Potter. Two years since the bodies of the dead had been piled up and thrown in a mass grave, never to be spoken about again. It had been two years since Molly Weasley had succumbed to grief and taken her own life. It had been two years since her only surviving child, her only daughter watched, horrified and helpless. It had been two years since she had, out of nowhere, appeared on the doorstep of the small farm in Yorkshire and two years since the elderly couple had taken her in. It had been two years since she had spoken a single word.

"The itsy bitsy spider

Crawled up the water spout"

Her delicate porcelain hands ran together, as she chanted the words in a high sing song voice. She sat alone in the middle of a green meadow only in a white nightgown, a virginal ivory colour that matched her skin, streaked in stains of green, brown and red. A wreath of wildflowers crowned her unruly red hair. The same wildflowers that now grew on the unmarked pile of dirt outside Halifax. The same red colour as the scratches and cuts that ran up and down her legs and arms, so juxtaposed to her milky flesh, the scratches and cuts that came from the nightmares that haunted her every sleeping moment.

It was only once she closed her eyes at night did she gain her clarity of mind. However it was these dreams, visions and memories that continued to hack away at her lucidness while she was awake, until she had a better grasp on reality while she slumbered than while she was conscious. Visions of seemingly identical red head males that patted her head and lovingly referred to her as 'Gin', a quaint and cozy house full of the mouth watering aromas of baked goods. That was always how the night would start of, but before long those pleasant images would be replaced by ghastly impression of a seemingly endless hole, filled to the brim with dismembered, disfigured bodies. Then it was another red head, her face gaunt, and eyes stone like. She was hanging from a pillar, her wrinkled hands icy to the touch, anguish still filling her barren face. That was the last picture her mind possessed. The last thing she saw before waking up in a cold sweat in the cold stone corner of the room.

"Down came the rain

And washed the spider out"

She threw her hands hysterically into the ground, soaking up the morning dew. Mindlessly and wildly like an untamed animal she tore up handfuls of grass, unaware that she continued to claw at the same two spots on the ground. The skies were tired and gray, it had poured the night before and was going to rain again, just like it had that night two years ago. Her once bright eyes now were the same colour as the sky. Lost, tired and gray.

"Out came the sun

And dried up all the rain"

She flung her arms into air with excitement as she finished the note, allowing chunks of grass and dirt to rain down on her without so much as a flinch. Not a hopeful excitement but a perturbed fervor. The same perturbed fervor that now filled her misted, darting gaze.

"And the itsy bitsy spider


Crawled up the spout again."

Her eerily harmonic voice cracked and for the first time in two years Ginny Weasley burst into tears. She heaved herself face first into the grass, now only her shrill screams and sobs filling the air.

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