Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The song is not mine as well. The
song belongs to Avril Lavigne.
A/n: This is the second installment. Thank you for your reviews. Read and enjoy.
~*~
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I want to scream it makes me feel alive
~*~
"Mr. Weasley! What on earth is going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked, in disbelief.
The Dream Team stood together as Ron looked at the flying quills. The quills were all munted and were all flying around the Great Hall, leaving color dust. The trails of a prank were fresh. The Quills were the experimented samples of Fred and George's new invention for the Joke Shop.
Everyone in the Gryffindor table laughed.
Everyone.....
Including me.
By now... I doubt that you even know who I am or where I am.
How did I know?
I'm pointing out the obvious. I'm sitting on my own away and far from the three most popular people in Hogwarts. I am alone and I am not eating. I'm wearing hand-me-down robes and I am looking at my brother and his two friends.
Who is my brother?
Oh.... He's Ronald Weasley or better known as Ron. He's Harry Potter's best friend.
Then... Who am I?
I am Virginia Adliena Weasley or better known as Ginny.
You don't know who I am? I sound familiar but you can't recognize me?
Well... long story make simple...
I've been used by YOU-KNOW-WHO when I was in the first year and lured to the Chamber of Secrets and I was saved by Harry Potter.
You didn't know that Ron had a sister?
Of course you wouldn't. No one here knows me besides the teachers, Moaning Myrtle and some elves in the kitchen.
Why?
I'll tell you why.
Because I'm invisible to the eye of public. I am not real. I don't exist and I'm just basically worst than ordinary. Plain old Ginny Weasley.
There is one question that people ask me all the time.
"How come I don't know who you are?"
~*~
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
~*~
Do I personally know Harry Potter?
Well, in some ways, yes. In some other ways, no. He doesn't know that I'm alive. I don't think he cares either. I mean, who would even notice me? I'm nobody important. I'm just a waste of dust and I'm just a waste of air.
I should not be living.....
I should be dead .......
I should not have been born into this world.......
I am a depressed person, aren't I?
Do you blame me though?
I look out the window everyday and greet the new day but nothing comes back in return. Every year on my birthday, I wish for someone to notice me and care for me but every year, I was rejected. I wanted so badly to have someone to understand how I feel and comfort me or at least bring me a slight bit of security but I never got it.
'Ginny my dear..'
'You are pathetic'
I know I am but do you have to remind me that I am. I get it everyday when people walk past me through me and push me down. Even if I fell and dropped all my things, no one would have stopped and helped.
'That's right people. Walk right through me. I am invisible and I don't exist'
This year is my 5th year and I'm a prefect.
Yet, no one knows that I am one.
I wear my badge with pride but, no one knows and no one cares.
~*~
To walk within the lines
Would make life so boring
I want to know that I have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
~*~
Still, I try to make it through day by day without hurting myself. I tried suicide twice and yet, I didn't make it. I was just too afraid of death itself. Useless little me. Pathetic little me. The most pathetic and useless Weasley there is, Ginny Weasley.
What is interesting in my life?
Nothing at all.
I have nothing interesting about my life. I'm too much of a waste.
I'm used to it, I guess.
I look forward to the day with people pushing me around, treating me as a doormat and just basically teasing me because I'm a loner and of course, because I'm poor.
The person that does this to me without fail has been Pansy Parkinson. I know that you would have thought Draco Malfoy. But surprisingly, he's only done it once or twice and that was a very long time ago. I guess he doesn't even know that I exist.
Parkinson's favourite statement would be......
"Weasel! Can't even afford your own quills? What are you daft? Or are you just too poor to even have a brain?"
It hurts.....
Yes it hurts but what can I do?
Or better yet.....
What can I say?
~*~
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
~*~
How do I get through the days?
Oh........
I go to my special place up in the Astronomy tower with my grandmother's invisibility amulet and spend my time thinking there. No one knows about the place and no one shags there. So, it's a pretty comfy place. It's known as my place now since no one else knows about it.
Moaning Myrtle sometimes come to say hello and moan about how bad it was to be dead and to roam the school. I understand how she feels. She's lonely and she's dead. She makes me sing for her. Apparently, she likes my voice because it's comforting.
That would be one of the highest compliments that I have ever gotten in my life. Mom had told me once that I should not sing because it might capture unwanted attention as I have Siren's blood in me. I've sang along without anyone listening.
But I think.....
Even if anyone did hear me......
They wouldn't have noticed me.
~*~
Let down your defences
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
That this world is this beautiful
Accident turbulent succulent
I'm feeling permanent
No way I won't taste it
Don't wanna waste it away
~*~
Do I have a love life?
No.
If no one notices me, how can I have a love life? I've only been infatuated with Harry Potter because he was like the muggle pop idols. I thought that he might have been at least observant to know who I am since I am after all his best friend's sister but no, he isn't. I was disappointed but I couldn't do anything.
So, I stopped having crushes. I didn't want to even think of having a love in my life. I believe in fairytales but at this point of my life, I don't think I should anymore. I would love to have a guy that will fall in love with me and sweep me off my feet but I don't think I ever will.
Even if a guy did notice me, he'll just probably want to use me or play a prank on me like what other guys would do to a loner freak like me.
Do you agree with me?
I see you nod your head.
My point is proven and no arguments on that.
~*~
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby
~*~
I'm already used to all of this.
I wish that my life would have been different but it never did come true.
Sometimes, I feel like dying but I can't.
So, I do what is the second best.
I cry myself to sleep, hoping that when I wake up.
Maybe...
Just maybe....
My life would be different.
~*~
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
~*~
So, now you are interested in my life?
I'm surprised that you are.
I bet that you are saying that because you feel obligated to do so.
Don't worry about it. I'll survive. I've done it before and I'll do it again.
Just no that, you have met me.
Even if you will never speak to me again.
My name is Virginia Adliena Weasley, I'm 16.
And...
I wish to be anything but ordinary.
~* to be continued *~
A/n: Hope you understood it although the song did not really fit with the story. Read and Review! *love you all lots*
A/n: This is the second installment. Thank you for your reviews. Read and enjoy.
~*~
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I want to scream it makes me feel alive
~*~
"Mr. Weasley! What on earth is going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked, in disbelief.
The Dream Team stood together as Ron looked at the flying quills. The quills were all munted and were all flying around the Great Hall, leaving color dust. The trails of a prank were fresh. The Quills were the experimented samples of Fred and George's new invention for the Joke Shop.
Everyone in the Gryffindor table laughed.
Everyone.....
Including me.
By now... I doubt that you even know who I am or where I am.
How did I know?
I'm pointing out the obvious. I'm sitting on my own away and far from the three most popular people in Hogwarts. I am alone and I am not eating. I'm wearing hand-me-down robes and I am looking at my brother and his two friends.
Who is my brother?
Oh.... He's Ronald Weasley or better known as Ron. He's Harry Potter's best friend.
Then... Who am I?
I am Virginia Adliena Weasley or better known as Ginny.
You don't know who I am? I sound familiar but you can't recognize me?
Well... long story make simple...
I've been used by YOU-KNOW-WHO when I was in the first year and lured to the Chamber of Secrets and I was saved by Harry Potter.
You didn't know that Ron had a sister?
Of course you wouldn't. No one here knows me besides the teachers, Moaning Myrtle and some elves in the kitchen.
Why?
I'll tell you why.
Because I'm invisible to the eye of public. I am not real. I don't exist and I'm just basically worst than ordinary. Plain old Ginny Weasley.
There is one question that people ask me all the time.
"How come I don't know who you are?"
~*~
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
~*~
Do I personally know Harry Potter?
Well, in some ways, yes. In some other ways, no. He doesn't know that I'm alive. I don't think he cares either. I mean, who would even notice me? I'm nobody important. I'm just a waste of dust and I'm just a waste of air.
I should not be living.....
I should be dead .......
I should not have been born into this world.......
I am a depressed person, aren't I?
Do you blame me though?
I look out the window everyday and greet the new day but nothing comes back in return. Every year on my birthday, I wish for someone to notice me and care for me but every year, I was rejected. I wanted so badly to have someone to understand how I feel and comfort me or at least bring me a slight bit of security but I never got it.
'Ginny my dear..'
'You are pathetic'
I know I am but do you have to remind me that I am. I get it everyday when people walk past me through me and push me down. Even if I fell and dropped all my things, no one would have stopped and helped.
'That's right people. Walk right through me. I am invisible and I don't exist'
This year is my 5th year and I'm a prefect.
Yet, no one knows that I am one.
I wear my badge with pride but, no one knows and no one cares.
~*~
To walk within the lines
Would make life so boring
I want to know that I have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
~*~
Still, I try to make it through day by day without hurting myself. I tried suicide twice and yet, I didn't make it. I was just too afraid of death itself. Useless little me. Pathetic little me. The most pathetic and useless Weasley there is, Ginny Weasley.
What is interesting in my life?
Nothing at all.
I have nothing interesting about my life. I'm too much of a waste.
I'm used to it, I guess.
I look forward to the day with people pushing me around, treating me as a doormat and just basically teasing me because I'm a loner and of course, because I'm poor.
The person that does this to me without fail has been Pansy Parkinson. I know that you would have thought Draco Malfoy. But surprisingly, he's only done it once or twice and that was a very long time ago. I guess he doesn't even know that I exist.
Parkinson's favourite statement would be......
"Weasel! Can't even afford your own quills? What are you daft? Or are you just too poor to even have a brain?"
It hurts.....
Yes it hurts but what can I do?
Or better yet.....
What can I say?
~*~
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
~*~
How do I get through the days?
Oh........
I go to my special place up in the Astronomy tower with my grandmother's invisibility amulet and spend my time thinking there. No one knows about the place and no one shags there. So, it's a pretty comfy place. It's known as my place now since no one else knows about it.
Moaning Myrtle sometimes come to say hello and moan about how bad it was to be dead and to roam the school. I understand how she feels. She's lonely and she's dead. She makes me sing for her. Apparently, she likes my voice because it's comforting.
That would be one of the highest compliments that I have ever gotten in my life. Mom had told me once that I should not sing because it might capture unwanted attention as I have Siren's blood in me. I've sang along without anyone listening.
But I think.....
Even if anyone did hear me......
They wouldn't have noticed me.
~*~
Let down your defences
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
That this world is this beautiful
Accident turbulent succulent
I'm feeling permanent
No way I won't taste it
Don't wanna waste it away
~*~
Do I have a love life?
No.
If no one notices me, how can I have a love life? I've only been infatuated with Harry Potter because he was like the muggle pop idols. I thought that he might have been at least observant to know who I am since I am after all his best friend's sister but no, he isn't. I was disappointed but I couldn't do anything.
So, I stopped having crushes. I didn't want to even think of having a love in my life. I believe in fairytales but at this point of my life, I don't think I should anymore. I would love to have a guy that will fall in love with me and sweep me off my feet but I don't think I ever will.
Even if a guy did notice me, he'll just probably want to use me or play a prank on me like what other guys would do to a loner freak like me.
Do you agree with me?
I see you nod your head.
My point is proven and no arguments on that.
~*~
Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby
~*~
I'm already used to all of this.
I wish that my life would have been different but it never did come true.
Sometimes, I feel like dying but I can't.
So, I do what is the second best.
I cry myself to sleep, hoping that when I wake up.
Maybe...
Just maybe....
My life would be different.
~*~
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
~*~
So, now you are interested in my life?
I'm surprised that you are.
I bet that you are saying that because you feel obligated to do so.
Don't worry about it. I'll survive. I've done it before and I'll do it again.
Just no that, you have met me.
Even if you will never speak to me again.
My name is Virginia Adliena Weasley, I'm 16.
And...
I wish to be anything but ordinary.
~* to be continued *~
A/n: Hope you understood it although the song did not really fit with the story. Read and Review! *love you all lots*