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Disclaimer:You know who made them, i take no credit, i ams osick of reading disclaimers so how 'dout i just leave this one?
Harry was about to get up when he noticed the small purple leather book that had slid beneath a chair. He picked it up, and opened it without thinking. His mouth opened in wonderment. On each page was a poetic masterpiece.
He flicked through the book, seeing titles like 'Invisible', 'Wish', and the more angst, such as 'Flying' and 'Jump'. They were all about love, or hate for someone who didn't love her back. He reached the last page, where he saw the word 'Adrift' at the top of the page. He could not help but read the words written so carefully in blue ink.
They are all mistaken
I'm disturbed and I am shaken
I give a gift that can't be taken
And it's tearing my apart.
No one hears me screaming
It's like a nightmare dreaming
With emotions 'round me streaming
The enchantment from my heart.
Happiness is leaving
All around me there is grieving
And I find myself believing
No one cares about my gift.
So my offer I'm withdrawing
Pain is at my body clawing
Lies through iron will are sawing
I'm a castaway, adrift.
Harry re-read the page over and over. He could not believe Ginny had been so affected by his lack of attention. He closed the book and
walked to his dormitory. He hid the purple leather-bound book at the very bottom of his trunk. He sat on his four poster bed, unable to get the words of the poem out of his head. It was a long time before Harry Potter fell asleep that night.
Harry and Ron walked out to the Quidditch field the next day, ready to do battle with the Ravenclaws. Ron had taken Wood's place as keeper, and seemed to be very talented. Harry put all thoughts of the book out of his head. He could deal with it after the match. The teams kicked of and play began. Harry soared high of the fighting Chasers, searching valiantly for the Snitch. He felt a strange sense of foreboding, but he still scanned the field. On impulse, he suddenly looked towards the castle. He gave a strangled cry. There in the window of the South Tower stood Ginny Weasley, her flaming her blown back by the wind. Ron followed Harry's gaze, and could only gape in horror at his sister's form. By now most of the crowd had seen Ginny and were yelling at her, but Harry knew she'd take no notice. He was the only person she would have listened to-and now it may have been too late. He sped towards the tower just as Ginny fell forwards from the window. He was yelling at the top of his voice all the way as he followed her descent. The ground was closing in, fifty feet, thirty feet, twenty…Harry crouched even lower over his broomstick and ten feet from the lawn of Hogwarts he snatched Ginny from the air. The Firebolt skidded to a halt, and Harry and Ginny fell the rest of the way to the ground.
Disclaimer:You know who made them, i take no credit, i ams osick of reading disclaimers so how 'dout i just leave this one?
Harry was about to get up when he noticed the small purple leather book that had slid beneath a chair. He picked it up, and opened it without thinking. His mouth opened in wonderment. On each page was a poetic masterpiece.
He flicked through the book, seeing titles like 'Invisible', 'Wish', and the more angst, such as 'Flying' and 'Jump'. They were all about love, or hate for someone who didn't love her back. He reached the last page, where he saw the word 'Adrift' at the top of the page. He could not help but read the words written so carefully in blue ink.
They are all mistaken
I'm disturbed and I am shaken
I give a gift that can't be taken
And it's tearing my apart.
No one hears me screaming
It's like a nightmare dreaming
With emotions 'round me streaming
The enchantment from my heart.
Happiness is leaving
All around me there is grieving
And I find myself believing
No one cares about my gift.
So my offer I'm withdrawing
Pain is at my body clawing
Lies through iron will are sawing
I'm a castaway, adrift.
Harry re-read the page over and over. He could not believe Ginny had been so affected by his lack of attention. He closed the book and
walked to his dormitory. He hid the purple leather-bound book at the very bottom of his trunk. He sat on his four poster bed, unable to get the words of the poem out of his head. It was a long time before Harry Potter fell asleep that night.
Harry and Ron walked out to the Quidditch field the next day, ready to do battle with the Ravenclaws. Ron had taken Wood's place as keeper, and seemed to be very talented. Harry put all thoughts of the book out of his head. He could deal with it after the match. The teams kicked of and play began. Harry soared high of the fighting Chasers, searching valiantly for the Snitch. He felt a strange sense of foreboding, but he still scanned the field. On impulse, he suddenly looked towards the castle. He gave a strangled cry. There in the window of the South Tower stood Ginny Weasley, her flaming her blown back by the wind. Ron followed Harry's gaze, and could only gape in horror at his sister's form. By now most of the crowd had seen Ginny and were yelling at her, but Harry knew she'd take no notice. He was the only person she would have listened to-and now it may have been too late. He sped towards the tower just as Ginny fell forwards from the window. He was yelling at the top of his voice all the way as he followed her descent. The ground was closing in, fifty feet, thirty feet, twenty…Harry crouched even lower over his broomstick and ten feet from the lawn of Hogwarts he snatched Ginny from the air. The Firebolt skidded to a halt, and Harry and Ginny fell the rest of the way to the ground.