Death Vision

by shadowed.phoenix

Seven colors, each so varied and disputed that their destiny was unsure. Struggles that began long ago to loves being forged, there is no doubt of one thing. The destiny of the wizarding world may rest in the hands of seven very different people.

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Ginny Weasley. I don't any wizards, Diagon Alley, or whatever happens to throw itself into the story. Don't sue the most you can expect is a bag of Snickers and a Care Bear.

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 Dear Ginny,

            I can't do this anymore. I don't want to be led like about like a daft puppet, I want to run my own life. Getting out of Hogwarts, I realized that I don't want to spend my life slaving over a relationship because of a girl with a crush. I can do better than you, Ginny. I would say I'm sorry, but truth is, I'm not. I should have ended this a year ago. Hell, I don't even know why I said yes in the first place; I must have pitied you. I never liked you Ginny, you're just Ron's little sister. I never appreciated your constant intrusions into my private life, so I'm going to end them now. I don't want to see you again. I certainly don't want to speak to you. Get out of my life Ginny, and don't come back. Ever.

                                                                                    This is Goodbye,

                                                                                                Harry Potter

 

Harry rolled up the parchment, placing his quill wearily aside. He called to Hedwig, attaching it to her leg before sending her off towards The Burrow; towards Ginny Weasley. He glared loathing at the constellation that loomed before him, mocking and taunting him. There was the Dog Star, Sirius. With a final sigh, The Boy Who Lived returned to his bed, content for perhaps the last time in his life.

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It'll get better, I promise!