Note: All characters in the Harry Potter series belong to J.K. Rowling, but
some other characters belong to me.
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Me Introduction:
Every time he looked at me, I felt a warm tingle rise up to my cheeks. I felt his soft brown eyes looking at me with endearing compassion. I could hear the beating of his kind, and caring heart. I could almost feel his fingers brushing up my arm the way he used to. I remember the days and nights we spent together holding each other while feeling the fire of compassion spread throughout our bodies. I remember the times he gently kissed my lips, my hair, my face. And I felt the pain and hurt I had caused him.
'What have I done?' I thought to myself. I knew I would break into millions of pieces if I looked at him just one more time. 'I have to move on. I just have to, but I can't'
Dear reader, I will tell you the story of my whole life, so that someone, anyone will remember me and the things I have done, or sought out to do. You will learn about my school life, my friends, my loves and my enemies... What have you to gain from all this you ask? It all depends if you wish to know the life story of a girl who learned the true meaning of love....too late. Sincerely, Ginny Weasley
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Me Introduction:
Every time he looked at me, I felt a warm tingle rise up to my cheeks. I felt his soft brown eyes looking at me with endearing compassion. I could hear the beating of his kind, and caring heart. I could almost feel his fingers brushing up my arm the way he used to. I remember the days and nights we spent together holding each other while feeling the fire of compassion spread throughout our bodies. I remember the times he gently kissed my lips, my hair, my face. And I felt the pain and hurt I had caused him.
'What have I done?' I thought to myself. I knew I would break into millions of pieces if I looked at him just one more time. 'I have to move on. I just have to, but I can't'
Dear reader, I will tell you the story of my whole life, so that someone, anyone will remember me and the things I have done, or sought out to do. You will learn about my school life, my friends, my loves and my enemies... What have you to gain from all this you ask? It all depends if you wish to know the life story of a girl who learned the true meaning of love....too late. Sincerely, Ginny Weasley
