Author's Note: Hey there (Happy Holidays!)! I'm Nepherei. This is my
first fanfic, and I'm not really good at grammar. So, I would like to
apologize if ever there are any grammatical errors, and probably some
misspelled words in this piece.
Anyway, I would like to dedicate this story to my friends (especially
to Merly).
So, before we proceed to the story, I would first like to inform you that:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters and some settings all belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling. Also, this fanfic was somehow conceptualized from the song "It Was You", produced by Mr. Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins and by Mr. Harvey Mason, Jr. from the soundtrack of Pokémon the First Movie. CLAIMER: All characters belong to Ms. Rowling, except for Draco's owl, which I just added to the story and will appear on later chapters. Summary: Ginny is on her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When her world started to slowly fall apart, and weird events started to happen, a certain someone began writing her letters. Soon, this someone becomes her best friend, her best ally, and then. her true love.
Now that that's through, I hope that you'll enjoy reading my fanfic. So, here it is.
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It Was You I. To Love and Not Be Loved
In one of Hogwart's tallest towers, a young woman entered her dormitory and started towards her trunk. She dug among the pile of her belongings, and then came across a velveteen book. In the cover page, there was a small inscription written in slanting calligraphy saying, "Diary".
She opened the book and slowly turned the pages. After a while, she found a blank page beside the one written on November the 16th. She read her last entry, and finally decided to write a new one.
She first wrote the date on the upper right hand corner. It was the 18th of December, exactly seven days before Christmas. It was sad, she remembered. 'Why does this have to happen a few days before Christmas?' she thought.
After a while, she finally tried to shake the thought away, and instead started looking around for a quill. She found one resting on top of her bedside table. She took the quill and dipped it into a bottle of black ink, and then started jotting down the events that happened three days ago.
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'It was a sunny afternoon, I remember. The surroundings were quiet. All I can hear were the chirping of the birds, as we sat by the lake under the shade of one of Hogwart's largest trees.
I leaned my head back on his chest. He was so warm. I felt as if every bit of problem in me began to ebb. I stared at the lake and told him, "Harry, I love you."
I was expecting him to tell me the same thing, given that it has almost been a year since we've started dating, but instead, he looked down at me and said, "Huh? Oh yeah! Sure.same here." Looking away after telling me this.
I was greatly disappointed by what he said. It greatly disturbed me that all I can do at the moment was stare intensely at him. Afterwards, I looked away and then asked him, "Why haven't you said it yet?"
"Said what?" he said. "That you love me."
With that, he suddenly became quiet. I was frightened at the moment, but at last, he replied (rather slowly).
"Oh, that?"
Oh how much did I wanted to tell him, 'Yes that, you insufferable git.' But rather kept it to myself. And after a while of getting lost into my own thoughts, I somehow heard him mutter something like, "I guess I'm not yet ready."
With that, I just snapped. I stood up and looked down at him and began to go hysterical, "Not yet ready?! We've been together for almost a year, and all you can say is 'I'm not ready'! Tell me then, Harry. When? When will you be able to look straight back at me, and tell me that you love me?"
I gazed deeply into his eyes, and then realized.
"You don't love me."
It wasn't a question. It was more like a statement.
I then took a step backwards, and was about to leave, when he got hold of my right arm, and made me face back at him. He then tried explaining.
"Ginny, I." "You what?!" Tears now coursing down my cheeks. "That all this time we were just joking around, playing pretends? That we've been living in a lie?. And you!" I then accused. " You made me believe that you love me, and that you care for me! I believed in you. You made me think that 'The Famous Harry Potter' loves me. And I hate myself. I hate myself for falling for such idiocy."
With that, I shoved his hands and ran away.
Dear diary, I lost him. He's now gone forever. .Do you think it was best that I've broke up with him? Am I such a fool to say all those cruel words to him? .It's sad when you think about it. I guess I'll be alone this Christmas.
-Ginny'
*Tear drops, smudging some of the words* "Why do I always have to make things difficult?.I guess.I guess that I still love you, Harry. And it hurts, thinking that you just fooled me all these time."
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Author's Note: I'm really sorry if my first chapter is SO LAME. I have no idea of how to write a story (that is worth reading). To be honest with you, I myself am not satisfied with my work, so right now I'm apologizing for the most boring story I have ever done. But if ever you DO liked it or hate it, please review. I am no good at writing, and I'll be needing a whole lot of advises from all of you to get through the story. Please bear with me. I'm really sorry.
So, before we proceed to the story, I would first like to inform you that:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters and some settings all belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling. Also, this fanfic was somehow conceptualized from the song "It Was You", produced by Mr. Rodney "Darkchild" Jerkins and by Mr. Harvey Mason, Jr. from the soundtrack of Pokémon the First Movie. CLAIMER: All characters belong to Ms. Rowling, except for Draco's owl, which I just added to the story and will appear on later chapters. Summary: Ginny is on her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When her world started to slowly fall apart, and weird events started to happen, a certain someone began writing her letters. Soon, this someone becomes her best friend, her best ally, and then. her true love.
Now that that's through, I hope that you'll enjoy reading my fanfic. So, here it is.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It Was You I. To Love and Not Be Loved
In one of Hogwart's tallest towers, a young woman entered her dormitory and started towards her trunk. She dug among the pile of her belongings, and then came across a velveteen book. In the cover page, there was a small inscription written in slanting calligraphy saying, "Diary".
She opened the book and slowly turned the pages. After a while, she found a blank page beside the one written on November the 16th. She read her last entry, and finally decided to write a new one.
She first wrote the date on the upper right hand corner. It was the 18th of December, exactly seven days before Christmas. It was sad, she remembered. 'Why does this have to happen a few days before Christmas?' she thought.
After a while, she finally tried to shake the thought away, and instead started looking around for a quill. She found one resting on top of her bedside table. She took the quill and dipped it into a bottle of black ink, and then started jotting down the events that happened three days ago.
~ : ~*~ : ~
'It was a sunny afternoon, I remember. The surroundings were quiet. All I can hear were the chirping of the birds, as we sat by the lake under the shade of one of Hogwart's largest trees.
I leaned my head back on his chest. He was so warm. I felt as if every bit of problem in me began to ebb. I stared at the lake and told him, "Harry, I love you."
I was expecting him to tell me the same thing, given that it has almost been a year since we've started dating, but instead, he looked down at me and said, "Huh? Oh yeah! Sure.same here." Looking away after telling me this.
I was greatly disappointed by what he said. It greatly disturbed me that all I can do at the moment was stare intensely at him. Afterwards, I looked away and then asked him, "Why haven't you said it yet?"
"Said what?" he said. "That you love me."
With that, he suddenly became quiet. I was frightened at the moment, but at last, he replied (rather slowly).
"Oh, that?"
Oh how much did I wanted to tell him, 'Yes that, you insufferable git.' But rather kept it to myself. And after a while of getting lost into my own thoughts, I somehow heard him mutter something like, "I guess I'm not yet ready."
With that, I just snapped. I stood up and looked down at him and began to go hysterical, "Not yet ready?! We've been together for almost a year, and all you can say is 'I'm not ready'! Tell me then, Harry. When? When will you be able to look straight back at me, and tell me that you love me?"
I gazed deeply into his eyes, and then realized.
"You don't love me."
It wasn't a question. It was more like a statement.
I then took a step backwards, and was about to leave, when he got hold of my right arm, and made me face back at him. He then tried explaining.
"Ginny, I." "You what?!" Tears now coursing down my cheeks. "That all this time we were just joking around, playing pretends? That we've been living in a lie?. And you!" I then accused. " You made me believe that you love me, and that you care for me! I believed in you. You made me think that 'The Famous Harry Potter' loves me. And I hate myself. I hate myself for falling for such idiocy."
With that, I shoved his hands and ran away.
Dear diary, I lost him. He's now gone forever. .Do you think it was best that I've broke up with him? Am I such a fool to say all those cruel words to him? .It's sad when you think about it. I guess I'll be alone this Christmas.
-Ginny'
*Tear drops, smudging some of the words* "Why do I always have to make things difficult?.I guess.I guess that I still love you, Harry. And it hurts, thinking that you just fooled me all these time."
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Author's Note: I'm really sorry if my first chapter is SO LAME. I have no idea of how to write a story (that is worth reading). To be honest with you, I myself am not satisfied with my work, so right now I'm apologizing for the most boring story I have ever done. But if ever you DO liked it or hate it, please review. I am no good at writing, and I'll be needing a whole lot of advises from all of you to get through the story. Please bear with me. I'm really sorry.