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Caution: Suicidal thoughts and descriptions. Do not continue if this bothers you.

Chapter Two

You Can Still Be Free

Song By: Savage Garden

Ginny woke up in her parents' house, confused. How did she get here? Memories from the night before came flooding back and she sullenly got out of bed. Ron burst into the room, like he used to when they were young. He was carrying a tray, complete with her mum's famous pancakes.

"Thanks, Ron," Ginny said, taking the tray as he sat next to her on the bed. They were silent for a moment. Then…

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Ron said quietly. "I didn't want to hurt you. I know you still love him."

"I love you, Ron," she said abruptly. He looked at her, surprised. "I've never really told you that before. But I do. And I will until the day I die, and even after that! I…" Her voice was now frantic.

"Ginny!" Ron grabbed her tightly and she fell limp in his embrace. "I love you, too, Gin," he whispered.

It was late afternoon, and Ron was watching Ginny stroll around from his old bedroom window. She sat down in the middle of the lawn and looked up at the clouds, like she used to do with Harry.

Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living

There was a pain, an ache, somewhere deep in her. She could feel her heart thumping weakly in her chest cavity. She felt old and withered, even though she knew that she had hardly lived at all.

Feel the presence all around
A tortured soul
A wound unhealing
No regrets or promises
The past is gone

But you can still be free
If time will set you free

There was one thing she could do… It would certainly free her from herself. She felt like she locked herself up and gave Harry the key, just to have him throw it away. The way she saw it, there was only one way to let go. She had already wasted so much time on him, but if she set herself free…

Time now to spread your wings
To take to flight
The life endeavor
Aim for the burning sun
You're trapped inside

But you can still be free
If time will set you free

She ran into the kitchen, grabbed one of her mother's steak knives, and ran back out the door. She ran up the hill, through the trees, to the shed where they used to keep their broomsticks when they were young. Breathing heavily she shut the door and locked it. The pain was even sharper now; she could barely breath at all. It was beautiful, really, to see the thin lines comprised of beads of blood running up and down her arms. Circles, hearts, and yin-yangs covered her arms within minutes. After a moment of thought she pulled up her skirt to reveal her slender, tan thigh. She pressed on her inner thigh with the knife, lightly carving a bloody message.

Ron watched as Ginny ran in and out of the house, before dashing towards their old broom shed. Sighing, he followed her. He felt that she was his responsibility, even though she was twenty-two already. His biggest fear was that she would do something incredibly stupid and not live to regret it.

But it's a long, long way to go

Her message was complete. One last thing to do… She pressed the serrated blade against the sensitive skin of her wrist, deeper still. The blood began to rush, and a voice called out to her from outside the shed.

"Ginny? What are you doing? Ginny?" Ron was pounding on the door. The last thing she saw was a flash of light as Ron broke down the door. Then everything went black.

"Ginny? Ginny!" Ron ran forward and lifted her head onto his lap. She didn't stir. "Ginny! Oh god, why'd you let her DO THIS?" He noticed the message carved on her leg and lifted her skirt a bit so he could read it. "'Harry, I gave my heart to you; I locked it up and gave you the key. But you threw it away, and now I'm setting myself free.' Oh my god." Ron saw that her chest was rising and falling, very weak, but moving nonetheless. He held onto her tightly and apparated.

Keep moving way up high
You see the light
It shines forever
Sail through the crimson skies
The purest light

She was flying; it felt more like floating, actually. Clouds drifted by meaninglessly as she ascended towards a bright light.

The light that sets you free
If time will set you free

All of a sudden she was thrust around and began freefalling back to the earth. As she became as low as the clouds she could feel raindrops hitting her face but it remained dry. She was right above what she recognized to be and covered her face with her arms, preparing for impact, but she fell right through. All of a sudden, she stopped. She was hovering above her own body, cold and lifeless. Harry and Ron were sitting next to her, tears in their eyes. Wait; tears?

Sail through the wind and rain tonight
You're free to fly tonight

BAM! She entered her body, and the minute they made contact she gasped for air. Ron and Harry looked up from their conversation.

"Ginny?" Ron voiced uncertainly. "Alright there?" She nodded slowly and he flung himself at her. "Ginny, how could you do that? How could you –" he was choked up, and his face was tear-stained. He clutched her as though he'd never again let go. Ginny had never before seen this side of him. Harry stood up and Ron stepped aside.

"Ginny?" he said quietly. "I-I'm sorry." He lifted his head, his brilliant green eyes searching her hazel ones. "Ginny, Hermone and I split last night. After we got home from the Leaky Cauldron I felt an emptiness; one that I had always felt but not acknowledged until then. I missed you."

"B-But," Ginny stuttered weakly, "what about Hermione? W-why, how –"

"I realized last night that I didn't really believe that it was meant to be. I wanted to believe it, but that would be living a lie. I love Hermione, but not in the way that I thought I did. I love you, Ginny, and I'm sorry I hurt you. I just beg that you give me another chance." He looked at her, eyes pleading. She nodded slowly, and Harry gently kissed her. Ginny had forgotten what it was like, and she did not realize until now how much she missed it.

And you can still be free

'I am free,' she thought.
If time will set you free

'It has.'

And going higher than mountaintops
And go high the wind can't stop
And go high

'I've been up here this whole time; I'd just forgotten it.'

Free to fly tonight
Free to fly tonight