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Author's note: This is my first actual fic. Everything else I posted, were poems. Thank you to my beta reader, chi-chan // ako kanmu. She write much better then I do. Check out her stuff. bwehe plug. ^-^

Unopened letter to the world

*If I died tomorrow
would this song live on forever?
And here is my

unopened letter to a world
that never shall reply*

Ginny, Ron's little sister, The Girl who opened "The Chamber of Secrets". Weasel. That is what I am known to be forever. No one knew who I was, and thus they all ignored me. They never heard me, and brought me to my current state. I live isolated from other wizards in a muggle town. I look as if I have been banished from my family. I wrote a letter, telling the world who I am, and of all my experiences that occurred in my 20 years.

*Never shall reply
from this second story window
I can hear the church bells calling out my name
this table is set for one
even angels would be homesick
in this forsaken town*

          From my second story room in my muggle apartment, I can hear the church bells. They seemed to be calling out to me, wanting me to go home. Settling down to a meal, I looked at the table. It was a one set. I remembered the dinners at the Burrow, when everyone was over. The whole family was just over for Dinner including Harry and Hermione who were considered family more than me. Even the happiest of angels would be homesick here, in this lonely town.

*On random notes of parchment
I'm scrawling my existence
dressed in white

this candle radiates throughout the night
and it's never burning out

never burning out*

          I found some parchment, a quill, and some ink. I began to write, I wrote of myself, showing I existed. I was dressed in my white sundress, showing my pale skin, making my hair standout more then it possibly could. A single candle was left burning beside me, as I fell asleep. It was still burning brightly beside me when I woke up.

*From this second story window
I can hear the children down on main street
they're singing their songs tonight

in the shadows I will listen to their every movement*

          Christmas. I can hear the children of the town, singing their off-key carols. They've decided this cheery day to sing their hearts outside my window. From the shadows I sit in away from the world, listening to them, remembering the distant past.

*Mr. Higginson am I not good enough for the world?

Am I destined only to die
the same way that I lived,
its seclusion? *

          Is this how my life is supposed to be, how I shall die? Alone, I sit in the shadows remember everything.

In the halls of Hogwarts, being ignored, I saw them, all of them having fun together, leaving me out on all the fun. When I tried to join, they told me to leave.

"Ginny, you're too young to play." Said Ron

"Gin, you'll just get in the way." Harry agreed "but you can watch next time."

          There was never a next time, they would just find another game, and tell me to watch next time.

*But high up on this mountain
I can almost see your lonely window sill

they'll carry you off tonight*

          I can see your windowsill, in my mind's eye. Abandoned, you sit isolated from the rest of the world. Thinking of whether you're shall live or die today. Tonight I know what's going to happen. They're going to take off with you tonight and carry you off in the night.

*There's a ghost in your old bedroom
and a candle burning bright*

          In the bedroom where you once slept, you can see a girl writing a letter, and a candle burning bright. When you look closer, all you see are teardrops on the letter. You can feel the sadness, in each tear, and the feeling in each word written.

*If I die tomorrow
will this song live on forever? *