Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or anything that has ever been mentioned in the Harry Potter books does not belong to me. I would like to own them, and make billions of dollars every year, but the only thing in this story that is mine is my plot, if you can call it one. I am simply one of those very sad people who obsess over something that isn't real. So please, don't sue me, all I have that is of any value is a cello and a computer. Thank you for your time.

August 20, 1997

Oh, I cannot believe my stupidity at times. Sometimes I wish I had a different life. One where I could be free from all the restraints binding me. Where I could be free of the shadows of my brothers that hide me from the outside world. Where I could be free from unrequited love.

But there is no place where that can happen. I realize this now. Even five years after the Chamber, people still look at me as though I'm cursed. They cannot understand that I'm not that person anymore. I do not want their pity. I do not need their pity. I am my own self. But they don't care.

The world seems to forget about me, by and by. There are six Weasleys before me. By the time people get to me, they've already made up their minds about my family. They shove me in a category of their own choosing, without ever bothering to get to know me. All except one. Harry.

I had no idea that my feelings for him could escalate, but they did over this past summer. Ron and Hermione finally got their act together, leaving Harry alone. I'm not sure if it was boredom or genuine interest that brought him to my side, but he came. I was at first naturally skeptical of his reasons for hanging out with me, but I realized that Harry is incapable of using someone like that. His heart is too pure.

So we talked. We talked of random things, of the evilness of Potions classes to how old Dumbledore really is. We talked of tragic things, such as what is going on with Voldemort. Harry was quite impressed that I could say the name, actually. I've met him, however. He was my former idol, and my false friend. I am no longer afraid of him, however.

But Harry and I also talked of troubling things of the past. We spoke of Sirius. I have always tried to tell Harry that he isn't at fault for what happened, but he never really listens. It's another of his endearing vices, how he always accepts the blame. But he should let someone else share the load, before it cripples him and his heart.

Tonight, however, we spoke of something that happened long ago. While we sat playing a game of chess, he told me of when he looked inside Snape's memories, and saw what his father had done. His father had been cold and cruel. Harry actually cried as he told me this. He said that he didn't want to be that way, but he thought he must be becoming so. People always compared him to his father, so that must mean he was as arrogant and haughty as his father had been.

And that was when I opened my big mouth. I told him that he wasn't that way at all. I told him that if he was that way, I wouldn't be in love with him. Then I realized what I had said.

Harry dropped the pawn he was about to move. It broke into thousands of little pieces, just like my heart was doing at the moment. I waited for Harry to say something, anything. I waited for him to laugh it off, or to tell me he felt the same way. I know the last one is just a fantasy of mine, but I wanted some sort of reaction.

Harry didn't say anything, however. He just stared at me, in horror or whatnot, I do not know. I gasped, and ran up to my room, where I am writing this now.

Oh, why does it have to be me? Why does it have to be now? I could settle for him not loving me, as long as I could be his friend. He would still be mine, in a way. But now that can never happen.

So now I sit and wait in my room, crying softly for what I have lost, for what I never could have had in the first place. I used to think of Harry as a hero, but now, to me, he's not just that. He's Harry. But just as I have learned to appreciate himself for who he is, I lost him.

This must be one of life's favorite jokes to play on me. I wish for something, I get it in part, and then I lose it.

I wished for a friend. I got a diary who wrote back. I got Tom Riddle. And he was my friend. Until he used me and destroyed me.

I wished for someone to love me. I got Michael and Dean. But they were not what I wanted, and they could not be what I wished they could. They could not be Harry.

And then I got Harry. He was my friend. Until I told him what I had sworn would never each the light of day, and I lost yet another.

I was so stupid! I thought that perhaps he saw me as myself, but obviously I was just "Ron's Little Sister," once again, incapable of having any feelingsand unworthy of receiving any in return.

Was I meant to be alone and unloved all my days? It's times like now when I believe that that idea could be true. I'm life's idea of a joke. I'm pathetic and worthless, known only for being related to my brothers.

I wish life could be different. But that would be too kind, now wouldn't it?

After all, what does not kill us makes us stronger. But, on the other hand, this unceasing cloud of inadequacy and loneliness that keeps pushing down on me might just kill me ormy spirit. And then, strength doesn't matter, does it?

Well, perhaps everything will be better in the morning.

Ginny

Ack! That's so depressing. And no, Ginny is not suicidal or anything.

Now, wouldn't Harry's point of view on this incident be interesting. Ask, and ye shall receive.

I wasn't ever planning on writing a second chapter, but my muse yelled at me, and I've learned not to argue with my muse.

Now, please go review. It gives me the feedback I need to write more, and it gives me a sense of purpose in the world. I accept all kinds of reviews, but I dislike pointless flames enough that I will flame you back, probably many times worse. I like getting both anonymous and signed reviews, but if your going to flame, please, don't do it anonymously. That makes whoever does it seem like a coward. Also, there is a difference between constructive criticism and flames. I know that my story will have errors, as I am (gasp) only human, and I appreciate people telling me this. But I really prefer it if you tell it nicely, rather than yelling at me about it. Thanks.

Now, to answer my reviewers from the last chapter-

JJ- Yes, there is finally more.

--- - I wasn't going to, but inspiration hit. There might be more soon.

xsweetxheartx- They do. And thank you for your compliments.

QueenofDrama- Thank you.

The Forest Ranger- Aww, I feel loved now.

MPPSexxySiriusJamesRemus- Thanks

punkbanana13- Thanks.

Charming Seductress- Well, Harry found out. What happens next none can say.

Ms. Realista- Yes, it is on SIYEs. Thanks for your critics. I don't know if they would, but I'm close to that age, and we can be pretty clichéd and hopelessly romantic at times. Also, Gin-Gin isn't a normal girl, now is she. Harry did save her life, after all.

Egypts- I'd reckon so.

Sayonara,

Sally