Masks That We Wear

by Sagittarian's Bow

The war is over...or is it? - "She was just Ginny. The youngest of seven. A Weasley. Poor. A pureblooded bloodtraitor. Defined by her family, but never for being herself. She wanted people to look at her like she was special. She wanted power."

1. Prologue

Prologue

Darkness can be extinguished yet never truly purged, and such was the lingering misery in the hearts of many. Gloom surrounded the world as the Dark Lord rose to power, his evil spreading, seeping through the cracks of light and slowly engulfing it all in darkness and fear. And then he was gone. Destroyed by their savior, the glorious Boy-Who-Lived. She had been happy once, but that happiness was replaced by sorrow throughout the rest of her young life. Her brief moments of happiness had been stolen from her by him. No, not the Dark Lord, but by Harry Potter himself.

She sat upon the bathroom floor of the Burrow as fresh tears began to stream down her pale cheeks. Her body winced in pain and she grasped onto her wrist tightly with her left hand, bringing her arm up to her chest. Crimson blood trickled down her arm ever so slowly. The pain was sharp, but it was tolerable, it was not the reason for her tears. Stray strands of her auburn hair clung to her damp cheeks as a faint grin stretched across her trembling lips. Who knew such little pain, from one tiny blade, could ease so much of her torment? It was the sweetest bliss her lonely soul could find.

The silent calm was broken as a few loud bangs came from behind the door, causing her to jump slightly, her green eyes narrowing in anger, "What?!" she bellowed in response.

"You've been in there for 30 minutes, Gin! Open up already!" called her brother's voice, muffled by the thick wood.

I hate that name.

She grunted and released her arm, pulling her sleeve down to cover the small wound she'd inflicted upon herself. She transfigured her blade back into a hand mirror and placed it onto the counter before ripping the door open and pushing passed her brother, hurrying on down the hall.

"Ginny? What's wrong with you?" he asked, calling after her just before she slammed her bedroom door shut.

"Stupid brothers. Stupid Ron. Stupid family. Stupid bloody house!" she mumbled bitterly, crossing her room and slumping into the window seat.

Her room was dimly lit, the light from the lamp on her nightstand barely shone onto her from where she sat. Her dark, empty eyes gazed out into the night through the paned glass. They locked onto the full moon lighting the sky above the forest.

Only one more day until school. Fan-bloody-tastic.