Rain tattered against her window contemplating with her thoughts. A candle
lit on her desk cast a soft glow about he room , creating an unknown quiet
in her ears.
It had been a long and trying day and Ginny was extremely tired, but
she had too many thoughts on her mind; the top most being Harry Potter. She
was upset that he was upset, over Sirus, the war, and all the things that
a sixteen year old boy shouldnÕt have to worry about, but was. Her
thoughts were in a total jumble of mixed up words and thoughs from a
recent, and heated, conversation between her and Harry. So she sat down
at the desk to visit the best friend she had, her quill and parchment, to
settle out all her thoughts, and in turn put a relaxing calm over her as
the oxygen flowed from her brain to her quill giving it a life of its own.
Ginny dipped her quill into emerald coloured ink, brushed a strand of
crimson red hair behind her ear, and set to writing.

You think i don't know what
you feel
you think i don't care
that I haven't been through
half the things you have
That I don't feel things the same way
that you do.

Then rip open my soul
and tear me to pieces
what you can not find
you cannot feel
what you can Ôt make sense of
you can never know
You can hide behind that
tainted mask and pretend
that I don't see
from behind my own
that I wonÕt care to see
if you live or die-
its a lie


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Tears began to fall softly from her eyes, dripping upon the paper and
blotting the ink.... causing her to seep further in her poetry.....


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stop shrouding yourself
in mystery and
in darkness
the candle hasn't gone completely out
you can still find a way out
stop burying yourself in the rubble
it doesn't lead the way out
thereÕs a bitter taste of loosing everything
and pretending that you don't see
except when the path becomes clear-
but then thereÕs nothing to learn from
an easy path,
nothing to gain from such a thing
that can only be found in dreams

With that final line , Ginny stood up folded the paper in thirds, stamped a
little wax on to seal it, titled it To Harry, and tiptoed fro her dormitory
to the boysÕ. She walked quietly up the stairs and up to the 6th yearsÕ
door and slipped the paper underneath the door.
A sound behind her caused her to stand up quickly and glance behind
her. The glance revealed the trademark red hair of her family, and the
face of her older brother. Her eyes moved from the bottom of the door
frame, where the note lay, to the troubled eyes of her brother.
Now feeling incredibly stupid, she said with some despair and defeat in her
voice, Ò At least I tried....Ó
ÔAt least you tried...Ó her brother replied, his voice revealing how tired
and troubled he actually was.
Ò See that he gets it then, will you?Ó
Ô IÕll make sure.... you know he really does care donÕt you..... itÕs just
that there is so much going on with You-know-who and all things are just
messed up.... and he feels responsible for the deaths of -Ó
Ò Yes I know, but well, I feel responsible for him, I wish that heÕd talk
to me... i kinda thought he would considering I do know what its like to be
controlled by him, and it really is the same thing.Ó
Ò He doesn't want you to get involved, and he doesn't want you to get
hurt.Ó
ÔIÕm already involved, and IÕve already gotten hurt... by him.Ó
ÒGive him time.Ó
Ò Six years wasn't enough time?Ó with this she sighed and began to walk
away. She stopped for a second and turned to her brother once more, Ò Oh,
Dumbledor wouldnÕt have wanted it or him to be this way...Ó
Ò I know-Ó Ron began but he was cut off by a murderous voice from the door
way behind him.
ÒWell since heÕs dead, since all of them are dead, we wonÕt ever know what
they want will we?Ó Screamed a raven haired boy from the hallway taking
steps menacingly towards Ginny, an unusual wind springing up in the
windowless hallway.
ÒGinny- run, go, hurry!!!!!
ÒAt least I tried...Ó she sighed tears springing up from her eyes and
falling with her consent, and broke into a run towards the safe haven of
her dormitory door, where she could find a safe haven with her quill and
parchment.