I'm so sorry for the stories I've left unfinished and I hope they will one day be done. I apologise for my delays.
The Burrow
Eight O'Clock
July 1st
I hate waking up! Well, I used to. When I was a stupid, selfish brat with a stupid schoolgirl crush on Harry bloody Potter. Urgh, his name! I haven't had a diary since I was eleven and, well, it didn't end well.
In my fifth year (It's the day after Dumbledore's funeral) I dated Harry. Right after we won a Quidditch match, he kissed me. It was heaven, truly. His lips, my lips! We were connected, I loved him so much! But then he had to break up! ''For my protection'' blah blah! I understood. I told him that I did. But I didn't tell him that the pain I felt could kill me. I wanted to die. My insides felt numb, my lips frozen, but my eyes dry. I was white and I wanted to be with him. It was for my safety, I knew. But, oh the pain!
I can't do anything! Leave me be for mere words cannot describe the pain that shoots through me and numbs me.
Love,
Ginny
The Burrow
July 22nd
Dinner was silence. In nine days it's Harry's birthday. The day after is Bill and Fleur's wedding. I can't believe Bill's to be married!
''So, Bill, the wedding? How's it?'' Dad inquired.
Bill replied with something that made Dad nod absentmindedly and mention something that made Mum screech and shake her head.
''Honestly, Arthur!'' she cried out.
''Who died?'' Ron asked and Dad started to answer.
I sat back in my chair and took deep breaths to calm myself. I had heard enough about death. I walked upstairs to write.
Love,
Ginny
The Burrow
27th July
I stood in the garden to wait for the people who were transporting Harry to arrive. The sky was gloomy. My red hair fell in curls over my shoulders. Suddenly there was a screech and Harry and Hagrid appeared, holding a hairbrush.
''Mum, they're here! They're really here!'' I exclaimed and I ran to help Harry up.
I heard Mum go to fetch Hagrid Brandy and I looked away from Harry, my eyes filled with tears. Harry looked over at me and I understood his want for information immediately.
After I had finished, he nodded and turned away, looking sad. I put a hand on his arm. I understood his feelings. How he felt it was his fault. But it wasn't! I hugged him and he wrapped his arms around my waist in answer. I felt my heart lurch. His black bangs fell over his forehead as we broke apart.
Then George and Lupin came. My heart was filled with relief. The relief quickly dissolved into stricken fear. The side of George's face was drenched in shockingly scarlet blood. I screamed. Mum was crying so hard her face was the colour of her hair. Harry and Lupin lifted George onto the sofa. He was unconscious and he was very very pale. He looked paper white under his red hair. Lupin and Harry left but I could hardly notice in my shock and sadness.
You can't imagine my tears when I found out that George's ear could not be replaced. And my anger when I found out Snape was the one who did it.
The rest came.
Moody is dead. It was so shocking. Tonks was crying; Hagrid too. We drank to him.
Love,
Ginny
The Burrow
My room
31st
It's Harry's birthday. I was wondering what to give him and then it hit me. I called him to my room.
''Nice view,'' he said feebly.
I ignored this.
''I couldn't think of what to get you,'' I told him boldly.
''You didn't have to,'' he replied.
I ignored this as well.
''Well, I thought then,'' I stepped closer, ''that I would like to give you something to remember me by. In case you meet some Veela wherever you are.''
''I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin, to be honest,'' he said.
We were only an inch apart.
''That's the silver lining I've been looking for,'' I whispered breathlessy.
And I kissed him. It was magic. Only feeling. And our lips were sliding, moving together. And my pain was gone, so was his; it was blissful oblivion. I couldn't remember anything. It was only Harry; Harry's lips, Harry's feel, Harry's love that surged through me. And I could only kiss harder, trying to put everything I felt into that kiss.
And there was a bang and we sprang apart. Ron was standing in the door way, looking livid and very red in the face. Hermione stood behind him, looking stricken.
''See you later,'' Harry managed to say and his comfort over powered his words.
When they had gone I fell to the floor in grief. I cried and cried with tears rolling in streams down my blotchy face. The afermath of the kiss was still on my swollen lips. I had never been so very, very miserable and broken-hearted as I had been then.
Love,
Ginny
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