Steal me, take me I am more than this
Cause I'm feeling terrified it's obvious
So I look into your eyes and all you see is
Breakdown coming on to me
As I wonder just how you want me to be
Heal me, take me I am more then this
'Cause I feel so scarred in my self confidence

Her hair whipped around her face as she stood in the middle of the field, staring up at the quickly clouding sky. A storm was coming, and she welcomed it with the same pleasure as she would a lover's embrace.

Many times Ginny had wished that she could be glamorous, beautiful, her red hair full of curls and seduction instead of fly-aways and the pigtails that her mother had pushed on her as a child. She was growing up, and nobody seemed to notice it the way she wanted it to be noticed.

Of course her mother was constantly murmuring the appropriate, "Oh dear, you are going to be quite a wife for some man someday. You'll be the homemaker and your life is going to be so nice and stable once all of this rubbish is over with. Once you find a nice young man to take care of you..."

Ginny didn't want stability and a 'nice young man to take care of her'. She had always wanted adventure and passion. Fast-paced heady rose scented nights followed by days filled with enchantment. To the world she was just the 'young girl Weasley', but she was growing up.

No one knew how frustrating it was to be thought of a little annoyance to be pushed into a corner and forgotten as if she was of no importance to the good of the world. No one ever told her anything that she desperately needed to know. They said it was for her own health.

Then why did it feel like she was slowly dying?

Her face raised to the sky as the first drops fell from the laden clouds, spearing silver when the lightning slashed through the sky. Her mother was most certainly worrying, but at the moment Ginny just didn't care. She needed this affirmation of life, the power that revolved around them all in nature, air, earth and wind.

It felt like she had shattered and pieces of her had died when Tom Riddle had taken her into the chamber. Though her body had slowly healed and regained it's strength, the rest of her was slowly fighting to pull back together. They said that that foul memory had died that night. But in her he was still alive.

Her family didn't understand. How could they possibly? It seemed as if once that time was over, it had been forgotten by all. The one time the cruel world had actually focused on her, was gone.

The wind picked up and flung the blue dress that her mother had made for her around her body as it slowly became stained from the pelting water hitting her at ever angle. Lightning struck at the edge of the woods and the ground shook at its defiance. Another hit a little ways away from the first and a small light giving fire caught for a moment, then was extinguished by the driving rain. It was as if the weather had sensed her restlessness and was answering with an internal storm of it's own. Lightning flashed once again, splitting a tree twenty feet away from where Ginny stood and she felt like screaming in response, screaming for everything that was happening, did happen, was going to happen that she couldn't do a damn thing about.

Feeling helpless was something that she was used to. But no more. No one was going to walk over her and tell her what to do. It was her life, and she wasn't going to be silent. She was going to fight. Ginny lifted her hands up into the air and let out a scream that could be heard to the heavens, or at least to the edge of the forest. Of course she didn't want to worry her parents...

A wry smile passed over her face as she lowered her arms. She should just run away, have no one to worry about but herself. The smile broadened, because she sounded much like Draco when she thought that way. He was constantly saying that he wasn't used to caring about anyone but himself. She was the opposite, some days it seemed that she cared about everyone else, and never for herself the way she should.

Sinking to the ground she wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head upon them. So many thoughts in such a short time exhausted a person. The air was full of power and she could feel it crackling around her as the sky slowly cleared and the stars shone above her head. The release of power had slowed to an insane calm, revolving around her like a gently wind.

"I know what I have to do," she said aloud to the silence as she fingered the ring that Draco had given her the fall before and wondered how what her mother would think when she found out that she wasn't in love with the nice young man that she had always hoped for.

Standing up, she turned her back on the soaked field, slowly walking towards the quiet path in the forest that led to The Burrow.

"It's home, my home. It took me a while to find out who I am and where I belong, but I'm no longer someone's pawn. And now I'm going to make everyone see that I'm not a little girl."