(A/N: I would like to thank all my beta-readers: LoneAstronomer, Katinka,
Alistria, and Kelley! To my readers, I really hope you like this!)
Dear God,
Have you ever felt alone? Ignored? Betrayed? I have. Too often. . I am only 14-years-old, but I feel like I'm a hundred. Somehow I feel like my life is not the way it should be. At my age, I should be giggling about boys, skiving off classes, even getting into some good-natured trouble.
Instead, I find myself alone on a dark night, with a heavy heart. You see, tonight you received someone. Someone I cared about. Someone who was very remarkable. Though my heart bleeds for him, my heart bleeds even more for the boy who loved him...now the man who lost him. I bleed for Harry Potter.
Every impulse I have had over the years to grab him and hold him until his wounds are healed is amplified, reaching a greater intensity now than it has ever had before. Yes, I know what I have told people. And I know You see the truth. Looking back, I think I might have had a crush on Harry when I first met him. But after he saved my life, my heart has never stopped loving him.
To see him in so much pain...so much torment...it tears my very heart out. This is not an accusation. I am not trying to bargain with You. I'm not even going to ask why You took Sirius from Harry when Harry needed him most. I am only going to ask you to watch over Harry. A pang in my gut urges me to yell at you for allowing this to happen. Then I see everyone else is blaming Dumbledore, and since I am the only one who seems to think he is not to blame, I can't help but feel maybe You are not to blame either.
In this, I am both relieved and terrified. Everyone thought Dumbledore was indestructible, that he had all the answers, and enough strength to burden their loads as well as his own. I never did. He is a great man, but he is a man. No matter how wonderful a job You did in creating him, he has flaws and weaknesses just like the rest of us.
Maybe so do You. I don't know. I search every inch of my heart for some reasoning behind all this, and admittedly...I come up short. I must find promise in my own ignorance, in the hope that You really do have control; that you see the big picture when everyone else can't see anything at all.
I am scared, yes, but I trust You completely. And I trust Dumbledore to help us in the best way he can. And I trust my Mum and Dad and brothers to be there. I trust Hermione to keep my secrets. And I trust the Order to fight an tireless battle until the day Voldemort is finally defeated.
But most of all, I trust Harry. I trust him to always be strong. I trust him to always be valiant. I trust him to always be caring. And when every one else gives up, I trust him to always have faith.
My Friend. My Love. My Rock. Harry Potter.
Eternally yours,
Ginny Weasley
Dear God,
Have you ever felt alone? Ignored? Betrayed? I have. Too often. . I am only 14-years-old, but I feel like I'm a hundred. Somehow I feel like my life is not the way it should be. At my age, I should be giggling about boys, skiving off classes, even getting into some good-natured trouble.
Instead, I find myself alone on a dark night, with a heavy heart. You see, tonight you received someone. Someone I cared about. Someone who was very remarkable. Though my heart bleeds for him, my heart bleeds even more for the boy who loved him...now the man who lost him. I bleed for Harry Potter.
Every impulse I have had over the years to grab him and hold him until his wounds are healed is amplified, reaching a greater intensity now than it has ever had before. Yes, I know what I have told people. And I know You see the truth. Looking back, I think I might have had a crush on Harry when I first met him. But after he saved my life, my heart has never stopped loving him.
To see him in so much pain...so much torment...it tears my very heart out. This is not an accusation. I am not trying to bargain with You. I'm not even going to ask why You took Sirius from Harry when Harry needed him most. I am only going to ask you to watch over Harry. A pang in my gut urges me to yell at you for allowing this to happen. Then I see everyone else is blaming Dumbledore, and since I am the only one who seems to think he is not to blame, I can't help but feel maybe You are not to blame either.
In this, I am both relieved and terrified. Everyone thought Dumbledore was indestructible, that he had all the answers, and enough strength to burden their loads as well as his own. I never did. He is a great man, but he is a man. No matter how wonderful a job You did in creating him, he has flaws and weaknesses just like the rest of us.
Maybe so do You. I don't know. I search every inch of my heart for some reasoning behind all this, and admittedly...I come up short. I must find promise in my own ignorance, in the hope that You really do have control; that you see the big picture when everyone else can't see anything at all.
I am scared, yes, but I trust You completely. And I trust Dumbledore to help us in the best way he can. And I trust my Mum and Dad and brothers to be there. I trust Hermione to keep my secrets. And I trust the Order to fight an tireless battle until the day Voldemort is finally defeated.
But most of all, I trust Harry. I trust him to always be strong. I trust him to always be valiant. I trust him to always be caring. And when every one else gives up, I trust him to always have faith.
My Friend. My Love. My Rock. Harry Potter.
Eternally yours,
Ginny Weasley