A/N: So, the original story goes something like this: Narcissus was so handsome that everyone loved and desired him, but Narcissus was too proud to offer his love in return. His rejection of Echo turned her from an unhappy nymph into the barest wisp of what she had been. Echo shrivelled up until all that was left of her was her voice (which is where we get the word 'Echo' from). If it makes you feel any better, Narcissus does eventually get his comeuppance but not, unfortunately, in this particular story.

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Ginny Weasley has no will of her own.

~Flashes of green on glass, glinting like sunlight on water~

She can't have. Surely she wouldn't be this obsessed if she had a choice.

~Hair a dark, twisting, not-black~

She sees his face in her dreams, in her mirror, in her *food*.

~Smooth play of muscles under skin~

It's a spell. No one could be that *necessary* to her otherwise.

~Capillaries bursting in flushes of light~

She doesn't eat any more. There's no point. All she needs is him. She would devour him if it didn't mean he'd be gone after. Maybe even then.

~Delectable mouth working, hungry~

But he doesn't, *won't*, look at her. He sees her, but he doesn't *look* at her.

~Suave flight of night-on-light above, above them all~

Ginny is fading. Ghostly, she wanders the halls, waiting for him to notice her.

~Jagged scar dissecting his features: angular, hard. Just a hint of the person beneath~

Students avoid the charms corridor. It's haunted. Words warp there. Sighs, moans, forgotten dreams.



~Harry~