Open Your Soul
by: Serena-chan




A/N: Well, I (FINALLY!) got to updating this thing. I'm so sorry it took so long,
but, well, the nightmare that is high school drudges on. Continually consuming all my
time from now till oblivion. (Gee, depressing, isn't it?)
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He pulled it out and found the diary Ginny had given him in his hands. He thought
about what she had said for a moment before pulling his bed curtains even more
tightly around the bed, lighting a candle, and softly whispering "ame" into the
binding of the book.

He paused, quill in hand. Where to begin? What to write? He had kept so many
thoughts and emotions bottled up inside for so long that he didn't know how to say
what he wanted to say.

He remembered Ginny telling him that the hardest part of writing was getting started.
She wasn't kidding was she? This was hard. He closed his eyes, clearing his thoughts.
He sat that way for a moment, just sitting there, concentrating on nothing.

Then, he let his mind go. The first thing that popped into his head was the inevitable
guilt that haunted him every waking moment. He decided to start with that.


I feel so guilty over Cedric's death. My whole life seems a mess right now.
Nothing seems to matter anymore.
Ever since he died, these feelings just won't leave me alone. I've tried to get
over them. Really, I have. It's just, when ever I try to do anything else,
whenever I try to enjoy myself, the image of him, lying there, dead, creeps
into my head. I can't think of anything else!
It's my fault he's dead! I told him to grab the cup with me. Voldemort was
after me! If I hadn't been there, then the cup wouldn't have been a portkey
anyway!
It was me Voldemort was after. So why did Cedric have to die? I just don't
feel like I can go on anymore with this guilt that I feel! Maybe it would be
better if I just died and got it over with. Then no one would ever get hurt
because of me.
I dunno. Maybe I would feel better if I talked to someone...but who?! Ron
and Hermione will never be able to understand. Neither will Fred or George
or anyone else at this school. Dumbledoor might understand, but I don't think
I could talk to him about something like this.
I could talk to Serious, but that would only make him worry about me. He'd
try to come and look after me. He's already risking a lot helping Dumbledoor.
I can't talk to him.
Then, there's the person who gave me this journal. Ginny. She seems to
understand well enough what it's like to go through all this. I could talk to
her.
I've never really thought of her as much more that Ron's little sister, but
after today, well, I guess there's much more to her than that.
You know, I think I will talk to her.


Harry put down his quill and stared at the page. He couldn't believe he'd written
all that. He hadn't even thought about what he was writing. It just came spilling
out, like water being released from a dam.

He really did feel better. Like he'd completely opened his soul to the journal, and
all of his guilt and hurtful feelings had flowed out of him through his quill and out
onto the paper.

He blew out his candle and made sure that the journal was securely locked before
sliding it back under his pillow. He sighed happily as he drifted off to sleep. He
hadn't felt this good in a long time.

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Ginny tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep. She glanced at her watch. 1:00am.
Great. Sighing exasperatedly, she pulled out her diary from under her pillow.
Mumbling the password into the lock, she got out her quill.

The password to her diary was coeur which was French for 'heart.' She fumbled
with the pages until she found one that wasn't covered in writing.


Hello Diary!
Well, I'm not in the best mood right now. It is one in the moring, I can't
sleep, and I have a potions quiz tomarrow. (Which, by now, is actually today.)
I do have some good news, however. I gave the diary to Harry, and he liked
it! I even got up the nerve to tell him that I was there if he ever wanted to
talk!
And do you know what he did just before he went up to his dormitory? He
hugged me! I feel so happy! Like I'm floating on a beautiful cloud.
I hope he decides to use it. I think it really will help him. He looked more
cheerful today than he has in a really long time.
I wish I could tell him how I feel! I feel so stupid around him. I have all
these feeling threatening to get out. I'm afraid that someday, they will slip
out and then I'll be in real trouble!
Speaking of trouble, that's what I'll be in if I don't get to sleep. I have a
potions quiz tomarrow, and I'll need all the sleep I can get if I'm going to
pass it.
See you later then!
Yours,
Ginny Weasley


Closing her diary and returning it to its place under her pillow, Ginny flopped back
on her bed and closed her eyes. Images of the hopeful look on Harry's face chased
their way across her eyelids as (at last) she fell into a peaceful sleep.
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A/N: r/r people and tell me what you think so far!