Author's note: Sorry for the long wait, school's just started up and I've been getting into the swing of things. As always, please review. Enjoy!
The rain hit the window, gently tapping the glass like fingertips upon a locked door. A flame haired girl stared absentmindedly out the water drenched window into the foliage that lurked outside the shabby, but lived in, family room she currently occupied. The trees stretched their wounded arms to the sky, like devout religious worshippers to their savior. She rested her pale forehead against the cool surface, a light scattering of freckles pressed up against the window. Her eyes scanned the rain drenched yard as her pale pink lips formed a sigh. She had been thinking of him, again.
'Damn him.' she thought silently to herself, as she picked up her head off the glass and tucked a strand of her trademark Weasley hair, that happened to be cascading down the left side of her face, behind her ear.
It had been mere months ago that they had been happy, or at least she had. Various sun-lit afternoons had been spent in deserted corridors and broom closets of Hogwarts, or early morning out by the lake, ensconced in each other talking senseless drabble. Having had a crush on "The Boy Who Lived" since eleven and then falling head-over-heels for Harry, green-eyed sensitive boy who just happen to be destined to save the entire Wizarding World, she was going through the breakup as best she could. She got up, and think of him. She'd get dressed, and think of him, she'd go through the motions, her mind never straying far from the subject of jet black hair above emerald green eyes.
'Damn him!' she cursed silently, for the second time in the last few passing minutes.
Whenever she had returned home to the Burrow, she had to pretend everything was normal, that she was perfectly fine. The last thing she needed was her overprotective brothers meddling in her business, not that they had ever stopped doing so beforehand. Her mind, the little logical part left in her these days, plainly illustrated the fact that it was for some noble reason, and had nothing to do with her personally. Probably. She couldn't help but linger on the notion that maybe he didn't want her anymore. That perhaps he had finally realized how undeserving she was of him.
When Ron had returned home, on the other hand, he remained- for lack of a better phrase- royally pissed and refused to take part in any conversation concerning Harry. Although Ginny knew he only wanted what was best for her, she still hoped that Ron would be civil towards Harry once he arrived tomorrow afternoon. Harry and Ron were best friends for Merlin's sake!
'Ron's such a git.' She mused, though took consideration of her brother's unswerving loyalty to her, and couldn't find it in her to actually mean her thought or conjure up ill feelings toward her favorite of brothers.
Now was the time Harry needed his friends the most, with Voldemort growing stronger with each passing day. Though Ginny suspected Ron and Hermione, who had arrived but a few days ago, knew more than what they let on, even a simple minded fool could observe that things were not quite right in the Wizarding World. Missing people, to the dismay of their relatives and friends, were now just called 'deceased' . And precautions, such as aurors positioned at densely populated areas and a curfew set in place, were being made in seemingly vain attempts to protects the public from the madman who referred to himself as Voldemort.
Voldemort.
It felt so strange to say the evil demon's name, as if saying the name of the man that haunted her dreams all throughout her first and second years of school, brought him closer to her and all those she loved. Charms cast by the members of the Order of the Phoenix had been put into effect on the burrow, and she hoped they would be enough to keep the Death Eaters and their elusive leader at bay.
'Who are you kidding Ginny? The signs are everywhere, the time between attacks becoming closer and closer.'
Her mind screamed the words as she shut her eyes, blinking back tears. She knew exactly what was going on, she caught every glance between her parents, all of the extra precautions the Order was making- even on top of the protective spells and enchantments-, not to mention the worry that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in everyone's eyes. The battle was coming.
Soon. Perhaps even sooner than anyone thought.
She heaved another sigh as she turned to the Weasley family clock that was located in the corner behind her. The rich mahogany, though once probably splendid many years ago, was now coated ina thick layer of dust and had taken a beating from time itself. A gold pendulum swung freely, encased in glass. The black, script numbers stood out against a yellowed face. Yes, the clock had seen better days.
Three new names had been crudely taped onto some gold pointers. Her hazel eyes scanned the pointers, as she glanced where the people she cared about lie on this stormy night. Bill and Fleur, one of the freshly added names, were upstairs, resting before their wedding, which was occurring tomorrow, the day Harry got here. The twins were at their joke shop, her parents in their second story bedroom. Charlie, and Percy were in their assigned rooms, probably sleeping soundly. Hermione, another new name, along with Ron were in Ron's room. Harry, the last new name that her eyes came upon, was pointing towards 'Mortal Danger'. His pointer hadn't moved in months. She thought of Ron and Hermione, the two of them were still oblivious of their feelings for each other so Ginny wondered why they were together so late at night.
"Probably discussing something that 'doesn't concern me'", she said, using Ron's exact words the last time she had asked what the two seemed so deep in conversation about.
'Didn't concern her, didn't concern her! It was her family too, her friends, her boy-.' She cut her thoughts short, no he wasn't hers anymore, although she would always be his.
She rolled her eyes, cursing the bespectacled boy yet again. She wasn't usually sappy and had always poked fun at girls who were. But neither was she mopey or melancholy. She wondered we she'd been.
She let out a yawn, realizing for the first time she was dead tired. Tired of being lied to, tired of being afraid every time someone left the house that they were never coming back. But mostly, she was tired of being in love.
Tears streamed down her face, but she made no effort to wipe them away. She quickly got up from the caramel colored sofa she had been sitting on, the springs groaning in protest. She slowly walked towards the door, every ounce of her shaking as she did so. She grasped to doorknob, feeling its cool touch brush against her skin. She turned, hearing the click as the door gave in to her command.
Once the door was open, she gazed out at the large stretch of land before her. She looked beyond the tree that stood tall in the middle of the yard, beyond the old fence, and beyond the road that separated her yard from the freedom of the rest of the world.
She suddenly lost control, the tears came in waterfalls from her hazel orbs, she shook uncontrollably as she flung herself into the chilling rain. She slammed the door behind her, creating barely a sound in the quiet house. She ran, tears mixing with the falling rain.
She fell to the ground, finally breaking out from under the pain and the fear that had been omnipresent since Dumbledore's funeral. She wrapped her arms around herself, still crying. She rocked back and forth, tears knotting up her blood red hair. Once the tears were all gone, she felt empty. She let out a loud laugh, was she going insane?
She then remembered someone telling her that sometimes when you've cried all the tears you can cry, the only thing left to do was laugh. She continued to laugh, as the rain beat down upon hear completely soaking this hysterical girl. She had finally broke, she was a broken woman.
The only good thing about being broken, is knowing that someone will fix you.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it. I've been playing with the idea of including more than just Ginny and a bit of Harry's viewpoints into the piece. Perhaps Ron or Hermione's? Or another character's? (if so, which one would you be interested in seeing? Please review.
-Kirby
