Finding the path
A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction. I prefer to stay on the sidelines and read the fabulous works of other authors, but after reading the Half Blood Prince, I just couldn't let this one go. Contains major HBP spoiler, so consider yourself forewarned. Please enjoy, and let me know which parts to chuck. -- Saima
Disclaimer: All this belongs to the genius that is J.K. Rowling
Ginny Weasley sat alone, facing the lake with the giant squid. She knew when she returned back to Hogwarts, people would expect her to break down and cry. And although she was aware of Harry's reasons, Ginny did not understand them.
Harry Potter had just broken up with her a mere ten minutes ago, at Dumbledore's funeral. She had seen it coming, the look in his eyes when he turned to her before speaking those resounding words. It was ironic, the day that Harry and Ginny's relationship met with a premature end, Ron and Hermione were able to find solace in each other's company. Where one relationship was starting, another one had bitterly ended; and yet, Ginny was not weeping about it.
"I
suppose I should find out about the match now," Harry looked at me
with a glint in his eye and I laughed at his boyish charm.
"Now,
you wouldn't have dragged me out of the festivities just to discuss
a quidditich match, would you Mister Potter?" I could not believe
it, moments earlier, Harry Potter – the Boy Who Lived – had
kissed me. Little, plain old Ginevra Weasley.
Harry
smirked and answered, way too quickly for my comfort, "Now Ginny,
what would your brother say? I am shocked and appalled at your
behaviour!"
"Oh,
shut up and kiss me already."
How long ago had it been? How long ago had Ginny and Harry been content in having found each other, being comfortable enough to spend hours together without speaking, yet knowing what the other was thinking. It was far too early and untimely to have that taken away from them both. And though Ginny did not blame Dumbledore for dying, she felt torn in different directions, with burning questions and accusations for the beloved professor. Why hadn't they heeded Harry's advice about Snape? Why was Dumbledore so trusting? Why was Harry the chosen one?
Why was life being so cruel?
Momentary bliss had been hers, and now it had been taken away. Wailing suddenly, Ginny dropped her head into her arms and cried. She had to find Hermione and confess about the amulet. She needed to confess.