The End
The Beginning- it was white. Overpowering brightness. Blinded her from the fact that Draco Malfoy is a soon-to-be Death Eater, that he could never love, or even want, a grubby little girl like her. She was deceived.
The Middle- surprises, excitement, seductive unknown regions, mysterious undiscovered new territories. It was dazzling.
The End- it was black. Everything was finished, devoured…. gone. Everything belonged to the past. Nothing left now. Not a remnant of the Beginning. Not even a glimmer of hope. She was no longer blinded, but there was nothing to see.
It was pitch black. Ginny Weasley could not see a new beginning. Perhaps never could. It was, after all, the end.