A Turn for the Better

I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did.

This story may not necessarily seem like a Harry/ Ginny story by, like, chapter 7 or 8, but trust me. It is.

Chapter One: A Turn for the Better

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you:
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

The Gryffindor common room was quite empty. Ginny Weasley laid her head on her arms, wishing she were part of everything happening in the great hall. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Ginny was your average fifteen year old girl. She was pretty, yet was convinced she was not. She did okay in school, better in some classes than others. She had friends, not many, but she had no enemies. She also wished she were loved by the boy of her dreams.

However, unlike most of the other fifth year girls at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry, Ginny was not at the Yule Ball taking place in the great hall.

She sighed. She wondered how much "fun" her friends were having. Sari Thomas was going with Neville Longbottom, and Esther Blott was going with Michael Corner. Most likely, they were both dancing the night way with some hott seventh year Ravenclaws. Those lucky bitches, Ginny thought. She may not have envied them of their dates, but at least they were there.

Ginny jerked her head up at the sound of the portrait door creaking open. The room filler with giggles, only for Ginny to see Ron, her brother, roll in attached to Lavender Brown's mouth. "Gross…" Ginny pouted, starting to head towards the stairs.

But the icy voice of Cho Chang dancing off the walls stopped her dead in her tracks. "Harry! Harry!"

A familiar stinging sensation filled Ginny's big brown eyes as she stumbled as fast as she could to her room atop the tower. She heard her name called, but didn't stop. Who would be calling for her anyway? She thought bitterly.

She collapsed onto her bed, waiting for her life to finally take a turn for the better.