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How Did it Come to This?
She could remember everything up to this night and she didn't know whether that was from the tiredness that overtook her, the amount of blood she had lost, or both.
A loud sob escaped her lips as she curled up into a ball on the floor and lay there sobbing out the pain, trying to release it. How could this happen, she thought everything was going so well.
How did it come to this?
It all started at the beginning of the school year....
She squirmed in her chair and clicked her tongue while waiting for the train to arrive. Her family had gotten to the Train station half an hour early, learning there mistake from the past years. So here she sat on a bench while she watched her mom knit another sweater and the trio talk about Quidditch.
Well technically Ron and Harry were talking about the wizard game while Hermoine read a book and would shake her head occasionally when they would ask her something. Her dad was not able to make it this year do to work.
Ginny had a feeling in her stomach that gave her an uncertain uneasiness. She didn't know why but she felt like this year was going to be different then that past and she hated that, she hated change.
All of her life she had to under go changes, the bad and the good but she hated the feeling it brought. So vulnerable and afraid, this had come to realization for her when Tom had possessed her mind.
So she hid this vulnerable feeling from everyone else and kept a smile on her face. There was never a day when the sun didn't shine in her world. Now going into her sixth year she hoped it would stay that way, but the feeling gave another assurance.
Ginny Weasley is not the perfect person that everyone thinks; in fact she's quite the opposite. She has her own problems like everyone else and has to deal with them like everyone else, but she deals with them a different way than everyone giving them the illusion that she has never fallen.
She hides them and nods them all away with the blink of an eye. No she does not take the pressure and try to fix the problems she just wishes them all away. People judge her like they judge the cover of a book and instantly they think they have her figured out, but they never do.
She's more complicated then they think because she's not the kind of person to open up to just anyone. They have to have a connection with her, someone she can relate to.
Ginerva lives in her own care free zone with her family babying her for being the only girl in the family. She has never known the real world, never seen what's on the other side of the grass.
Ginny has never grown up.
Her physical appearance would certainly say otherwise with her womanly curved figure, pale complexion of skin with cinnamon freckles sprinkled here and there, and her enchanting green eyes. But inside she lives in the clouds and has no doubts, like a small child.
Her thoughts continue about school when her mother's voice brings her back to her surroundings.
"Come on everyone the train is here and will be leaving in ten minutes so get a move on." Mrs. Weasley's voice contained no joy that her babies were going for another school year. It was sad more than anything knowing she wouldn't be able to see them till the holidays.
Ginny stood up and brushed her hands on the front of her robes to get any dirt off the tattered second hand clothing.
Each teenager stood in a single file line waiting to get there crushing hug from the old lady before gathering there trunks and heading off to the train. Ginny being last got the hardest hug of the four. Giving her mom a chaste kiss on the cheek she followed her brother and his friends, trunk in tow.
Once on the train they threw their trunks in the storage space and sat in the back compartment, Ginny and Hermoine on one side and Harry with Ron on the other.
The small waste of a room smelt like mold to Ginny and the air was dust filled causing her to choke back.
"You ok Gin?" Hermoine asked friendly.
Ginny, still coughing nodded her head but felt like her esophagus was getting smaller and smaller.
She brought her muggle inhaler to her mouth and took in a few deep breaths. She hated the darn thing but it was the only way to relax her asthma.
The girl put the contraption back in her pocket and decided to breathe through her nose. She didn't want to have to use that thing unless she felt it needed. It wasn't known to too many people that she had asthma, something she tried to hide.
"Its rather dusty in here is all." Ginny chanted, still breathing through her nose.
"Yes well this train is very old, been used for centuries you know. I read it in Hogwarts a History." Hermoine patted her friend's knee gently and went back to reading her no doubt dust filled book.
Again Ginny saw the same thing as on the platform, Hermoine doing what she does best and Ron and Harry talking non-stop about whose team was better. All she could do is sit there and wait for the train to stop.
To bad it hadn't even started.
They still had ten minutes before the train left the station and Ginny was getting impatient that she had no one to talk to, nothing to do but sit there and examine what she saw.
Her eyes fluttered open and then they closed. The dust floating around was making her feel tired, actually exhausted. She could see everything around her turn into blurs before she dozed off to a quiet sleep.
When she woke up it wasn't from a noise but a pain in her neck. When she opened her sore eyes she came to the eyes of her brother Ron. Nearly having a panic attack she jumped out of her seat and landed on the floor.
"What were you doing to my neck Ron? It bloody hurt!" Even though she was rather mad she couldn't help but smile.
"I was trying to wake you up, lunch is here." He helped her up and passed her a brown bag.
She looked around to see them already eating to she rubbed her neck one last time and opened the bag. Inside were two chocolate frogs, an orange, a bottle of pumpkin juice, and a tuna sandwich. Licking her lips she indulged in the delicious food and tasted every piece of the meal to the last drop of juice.
After they all finished their lunches they rotated out of the compartment so that the two girls could get their uniforms on and then the boys.
Once all settled down again they played a few games of exploding snaps and in the end had silly grins all over their faces. They quickly faded though when the door opened and Draco Malfoy's head popped in.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry stated nastily. All eyes were focused on the blonde who had now opened the door entirely revealing his insignificant gang.
"Well, well if it isn't Scarhead, Mudblood, and the two weasels. Now I know I'm in the back end of the train." A smirk firmly planted onto his full lips he stood there with coldness radiating off of him.
Ron's face turned a shade of very dark maroon, Harry had his fists clenched, and Hermoine just continued reading her book only wincing when hearing Mudblood. Meanwhile Ginny sat there looking at the carpeted floor with a sudden interest.
Ron was the first to speak, "Get out of here and take your trash with you Mal ferret."
"Oh temperamental are we? Looks like someone needs a nap. Of course knowing how poor you and for family are you couldn't even afford one of those."
"CRACK!" Went the ferrets nose as Ron and Draco wrestled on the floor. The Slytherins tried to pull Draco off while Harry and Hermoine did the same to Ron.
"Round one!" Ginny yelled over the noise getting confusing stares. All she could do was laugh, which was no help to the current situation.
After everyone pried the two off they examined the damage. Ron had a bloody nose, black eye and cut lip with his eye swelling by the minute. Draco had a very disfigured nose that could give a run with Pany's. His nose was bleeding as well, there were small cuts on his cheeks, and his ears were covered in small cuts as well.
Both boys were breathing heavily and struggled to get free out of the grasps that clenched them.
"What is the meaning of this?" A new voice added to the scene.
Professor McGonagall stood near the doorway and looked into the slightly crowded compartment.
"Fighting! Of all the foolish things to do, honestly! I will have you boys meet with Dumbledore as soon as we reach Hogwarts and we will discuss your punishment. For now separate and do NOT go near each other! Do I make myself clear?"
A nod came from the silent boys.
"Good now go to the bathrooms and clean yourselves up." She added harshly before waving all of the kids away and leaving with a sore in her step.
"Bloody lady." Ron whispered before heading off to the opposite set of bathrooms that his archenemy went to.
When the train came to a halt both boys were being dragged off with McGonagall leading the way. When she wasn't looking they would glare at each other and give death stares.
Harry, Hermoine, and Ginny piled into their own cart and sat quietly until the horseless carriage had come to a stop. She kept quiet for the meal as well and kept thinking about the enemy of her family. Ron had not returned yet so Harry and Hermoine chatted about classes they wanted while Ginny ate food quietly to herself.
She found Draco rather intriguing, not someone that she couldn't stand but someone who had something in common with her. He hid himself just like her; it was rather obvious to the observer. She didn't think he was shabby looking but he wasn't the heart throbbing guy that every girl had said he was. He was slim but not scrawny and his face showed a slight hint of gentleness. Not that she liked him of course not, she couldn't he was her enemy but she could still observe him. There was no harm in picking him apart, was there?
The curious girl subconsciously bit her nails, an old habit that she could never break when she was in deep thought. He seemed to show a mask to disguise himself from the real him. She broke off the thoughts and went back to eating her meal while Dumbledore explained the rules to the newcomers.
After dinner Harry offered to play a game of wizard chess with Ginny in the Common room. She took the offer and was just about to make her next move on the board when the door opened and in popped a very angry Ron.
He stomped his way over and slammed himself on the couch with a screwed up face plastered firm.
"So what did you get Ron?" Hermoine asked from across the couch by the fire, curled up in a chair reading.
"I got fifty points deducted and now have a month of detention with the slime ball." He grunted loudly.
Ginny made her move and got one of her ponds crushed by Harry's queen as she listened in on the conversation.
"I told you fighting isn't the answer. If you would have just listened to me, he was trying to provoke you Ron!" Hermoine scolded exasperatedly.
No one said anything for a few minutes but all eyes were on Ron who turned to a darker red.
"I'm going to bed." He stated before thumping up to the seventh year boy's dorm and slamming the door behind him.
Hermoine turned a slight pink shade and looked rather embarrassed but continued reading.
Ginny turned her attention back to the board and watched as her last chess piece was destroyed.
"I win." Harry beamed with a small smile gracing his lips.
Ginny let out a stifling yawn and said her good nights before heading up to the sixth year girl's room. Two of her roommates were already fast asleep so she moved in the dark as quiet as possible hoping not to wake them. She crawled into her bed after changing into her pajamas and brushing her teeth. Grabbing Luka, her stuffed animal bear she snuggled against the soft sheets and drifted to sleep with haunting gray eyes consuming her mind.
A/N: Ok so this was a long chapter, I made it a little shorter than what I was going to but it works. Thanks for the review, remember good or bad I'll take them. If your still confused then just tell me and I'll unconfuse you. Not a word I know but its all I got. Review if you have something to say, thanks.