Sorry it took so long to update, I could offer excuses like college and now university which really take up my time, and while they are true. It's also true that I am just supremely lazy. I apologize.
Chapter 10
"Now let's see if we can find other just like that," Bill said optimistically. He flicked through the book again. "Sing…Dear John,"
Ginny face turned to stone.
"No," she said stoutly, "Not that one, I will sing any other song but not that one."
"Why not?" Bill asked suspiciously.
"Because," Ginny floundered, trying to think of an excuse, she didn't want to explain.
"Nope." Said Charlie cheerfully, "You said we could choose the songs and we chose Dear John."
Ginny stared at her brothers helplessly, they clearly weren't going to let this go but she really didn't want to sing that song.
"It'll be okay Gin," Harry's voice interrupted her thoughts, "You'll be ok." She took a deep breath, Harry always gave her strength to do the things she didn't think she was capable of. He was right she would be ok. It had been four years ago, and she was stronger now.
"Ok," she said softly, "I'll sing it, but keep the interruptions to a minimum please."
The Weasley boys agreed readily, they were intrigued by the song, and why Ginny really didn't want to sing it. They naively hoped it would reveal the ex's name.
Long were the nights when
My days once revolved around you
"Who" Bill asked, Ginny glared at him and growled. He recoiled sharply.
Counting my footsteps
Praying the floor won't fall through, again
Ron's eyes narrowed. Her defensiveness, the wording.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, it was about Riddle, not Harry.
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine
Harry scowled, that had been the wrong thing to say at the wrong time. She had needed comfort, not harsh reprimands. After all, Dumbledore was right, older and wiser wizards had been hoodwinked by Voldemort's tricks.
You paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
He's made her feel as if someone had cared, then ripped it all away leaving her free falling.
And I lived in your chess game
But you changed the rules everyday
Chess game was the best analogy for what Voldemort did Harry had ever heard. He played with people's lives as if they were nothing more than pawns.
Wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone, tonight
Well I stopped pickin' up and this song is to let you know why
Bill and Charlie frowned at each other, this clearly wasn't about the ex, as he had left Ginny and this song said the opposite. So what was this one about?
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young?
Too young, that was never something that Ginny said. She threw tantrums if it was ever implied she was too young for something.
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home, I should've known.
Tears prickled at her eyes, she had been so stupid and trusting, and she had been so hurt. It still hurt, but she refused to cry over it anymore, she was stronger than that!
Well maybe it's me
And my blind optimism to blame
"No," Harry's voice was firm, "It was never your fault." Their eyes held for a moment before Ginny nodded in acceptance. It was something he had told her before, but it still helped to hear it again.
Or maybe it's you and your sick need
To give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
Even though tears prickled her eyes, she managed to smirk, she was damn proud of her status as a blood traitor. Better that than a bigoted asshole.
And I'll look back in regret how I ignored when they said,
"Run as fast as you can."
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young?
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think I was too young?
To be played by your dark, twisted games?
Arthurs eyed narrowed, this had to be about her first year.
When I loved you so, I should've known.
A tear rolled slowly down her pale cheek.
You are an expert at "Sorry"
And keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
They were coming fast now, no matter how hard she tried to stop them, because, damn, the memories still hurt.
All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes
Cause you've burned them out
But I took your matches
Before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks
Over your sad empty town
Through the haze of tears she smirked, however much it hurt and however much she still beat herself up over it, she was stronger and she was fighting back. Between the Order and the DA they were going to make sure Voldemort didn't win, and she was a part of that.
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think I was too young?
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Cried the whole way home
I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young?
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Wrote you a song, you should've known.
You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known.
Ginny broke off with a heart wrenching sob and buried her head in her hands. Before her brothers could react Harry was there, wrapping her up in a protective hug. After all the Weasley's knew they were friends. He was allowed to do this much for her.
"Shush, it's ok Gin, everything's fine, you're ok," He whispered soothingly into her hair as she shook with repressed sobs. He held her as she got her breathing under control and the tears stopped streaming, until she pulled away with a thankful smile a few minutes later.
As he fell back into his seat the Weasley boys surrounded their sister.
"We're sorry firefly," Charlie whispered remorsefully
"Yeah bug, we promise to listen to you if you really don't want to sing a song," Bill murmured into her hair as he hugged her tight. The twins stared at her remorsefully.
"It's okay," Ginny smiled thinly, "I'm okay."
"Do you want to stop singing?" Mr Weasley asked her softly.
"No, I'm okay, but I'm choosing the next one," she smiled a little bit brighter, "In fact, I know which one I'll sing. It's called…"