A single tear to mark the end
A single tear for a fallen friend
A single tear to say goodbye
A single tear before you die.
Ginny ran up the stairs, unable to see for the tears blinding her. She threw herself to the floor by her trunk, sobbing. Ginny pulled out a small mirror and smashed it, picking up the largest piece. She put it to her wrist and sliced. The blood poured out, and she flicked it across the other just as the door burst open. The last thing she remembered before she blacked out was that she hadn't found her purple book. What if Harry read it?...
Hermione raced inside when she saw Ginny kneeling on the floor. She snatched the glass away from Ginny's bloody hands. Hermione took one look at her and knelt to put her arms around her. She carried Ginny with impossible strength down to the empty common room and through the hole. She ran as fast as she could towards the hospital wing.
"Oh God, Ginny, please don't die, you're like the sister I never had." Hermione whispered into Ginny's ear. Ginny's breathing had slowed considerably, and as Hermione staggered through the door to the hospital wing, she wondered if the poor girl's heart was still beating.
Madame Pomfrey took one look at Ginny and whisked her away, a look of grim recollection on her face. Why was this girl so intent on dying? Harry Potter seemed to like her, and he was still injured from the fall taken to save her life. She healed the wounds as much as she could, and wrapped the rest in bandages.
Hermione slumped to the floor, smearing blood over the white tiles. Harry heard the noise and raced out, careful to avoid knocking his injured arm. He saw Hermione's tragic face and knew what had happened.
"Ginny!" he gasped, and ran to the end of the wing. He saw her lying
on the bed, blood soaking through the bandages that were trying to
hold her life in. He sat on a chair, and felt something in his pocket.
He pulled it out, and saw the book he hadn't given back to Ginny.
He flicked it open randomly, and began to read a poem titled
'The Storm'
See the darkest river flow
Across the blood as white as snow.
The reaper now is fast approaching
With a look of grim reproaching.
With this blood she spills her life
Courtesy of kitchen knife.
Look in the mirror, her reflection
A perfect picture of rejection.
Now she's dead, she's been and gone
Innocence that did no wrong.
Except refusal to conform
And so she died within the storm.
Harry stared once again at the beautiful yet terrible words, arranged
into a message meant for him.
Don't you love me, Harry? Don't you care? I'd die for you! I am dying
for you now. Don't you love me, Harry?
Tears streamed down Harry's face as he lay his head on Ginny's chest.
"I love you, Ginny, I've always loved you. I don't love Cho, I love
you. Oh god, please, don't let her die. I wish I had told you, oh
god, please don't die!" he leant forward an placed a soft kiss upon
the lips he'd never bothered to listen to...
A single tear for a fallen friend
A single tear to say goodbye
A single tear before you die.
Ginny ran up the stairs, unable to see for the tears blinding her. She threw herself to the floor by her trunk, sobbing. Ginny pulled out a small mirror and smashed it, picking up the largest piece. She put it to her wrist and sliced. The blood poured out, and she flicked it across the other just as the door burst open. The last thing she remembered before she blacked out was that she hadn't found her purple book. What if Harry read it?...
Hermione raced inside when she saw Ginny kneeling on the floor. She snatched the glass away from Ginny's bloody hands. Hermione took one look at her and knelt to put her arms around her. She carried Ginny with impossible strength down to the empty common room and through the hole. She ran as fast as she could towards the hospital wing.
"Oh God, Ginny, please don't die, you're like the sister I never had." Hermione whispered into Ginny's ear. Ginny's breathing had slowed considerably, and as Hermione staggered through the door to the hospital wing, she wondered if the poor girl's heart was still beating.
Madame Pomfrey took one look at Ginny and whisked her away, a look of grim recollection on her face. Why was this girl so intent on dying? Harry Potter seemed to like her, and he was still injured from the fall taken to save her life. She healed the wounds as much as she could, and wrapped the rest in bandages.
Hermione slumped to the floor, smearing blood over the white tiles. Harry heard the noise and raced out, careful to avoid knocking his injured arm. He saw Hermione's tragic face and knew what had happened.
"Ginny!" he gasped, and ran to the end of the wing. He saw her lying
on the bed, blood soaking through the bandages that were trying to
hold her life in. He sat on a chair, and felt something in his pocket.
He pulled it out, and saw the book he hadn't given back to Ginny.
He flicked it open randomly, and began to read a poem titled
'The Storm'
See the darkest river flow
Across the blood as white as snow.
The reaper now is fast approaching
With a look of grim reproaching.
With this blood she spills her life
Courtesy of kitchen knife.
Look in the mirror, her reflection
A perfect picture of rejection.
Now she's dead, she's been and gone
Innocence that did no wrong.
Except refusal to conform
And so she died within the storm.
Harry stared once again at the beautiful yet terrible words, arranged
into a message meant for him.
Don't you love me, Harry? Don't you care? I'd die for you! I am dying
for you now. Don't you love me, Harry?
Tears streamed down Harry's face as he lay his head on Ginny's chest.
"I love you, Ginny, I've always loved you. I don't love Cho, I love
you. Oh god, please, don't let her die. I wish I had told you, oh
god, please don't die!" he leant forward an placed a soft kiss upon
the lips he'd never bothered to listen to...