A/N: I suppose I have some wish that this turns out D/G. Or else.. it'd be listed only under Ginny. Still not sure where it is going, and thank you for my one review, weblinggirl05 . Glad someone likes it. For all of you kids reading this and not reviewing... hope you change your mind eventually and give me feedback. Reviews are much love. Oh yes, and just to say.. these italicised quotes are just things I'm making up. Not real quotes or anything.

"These things never happen without good reason in the end to balance the illogic of the beginning."

I have barely scratched the surface of this tale. I'm sure you know this, your expression is clear when it comes to your true interest in what occurs next. While the dilemma had been truthfully, a momentarily frightening thing, you can not possibly understand the fear that overtook her. You, my dear, are staring at me with so much light in your eyes... and she.. she could be staring into the sun and never know it save for the sudden heat on her face.

When she had given into the darkness, and slept for days upon days, her dreams were at first as vivid as ever. They were filled with bright red hair and strawberry freckles. Twin grins of mischief afoot, flesh tattooed with ancient symbols and strong arms ready to protect her from monsters with pale aristocratic features and dark eyes of hatred. For days she jumped from dream to dream and everyday the dreams became more muted... more desolate.. completely without colors and filled with mere blurs for images.

When she woke up a week and half later, she couldn't remember the faces of her family. For you see.. when we close our eyes, we are lucky to have memories. They allow us to remember who is who and what is what when our eyes open again. She could barely understand it, why would her memories forsake her so quickly? Why couldn't she recall them though her eyes would not work properly?

"It is the nature of the curse," recalled a voice to her left. The voice was soft, soothing and wise. It was beyond it's years and slight inflections upon various words allowed the voice an identity.

"Did you hear the curse, Miss Granger? Were you near her when it happened?" inquired another voice, deeper tones rich with a life well spent. A man of many years and many things to say.

"No, Professor. I had found her with Ron, long after the battle ended. I haven't seen Ginny until... today."

Her name was Ginny. Until that word was uttered, she hadn't given it a single thought. It had slipped her mind that she even had a name. For a moment, she wondered if that too was the nature of the curse.

"I don't think so, it's shock Gin. Just shock."

"You heard me." The first words she expressed, she hadn't even recalled saying yet apparently they left her lips loud enough for Hermione to answer her question. These other words, this soft statement, sounded foreign to even her ears. There was something odd about hearing her own voice which felt raw and new. How long had it been, that her voice felt so untried.

There was the faint feel of something soft and cool on her brow and slowly Ginny had lifted her hand to feel what it was. Her fingers felt so thick and heavy, desperately she tried to figure out what it was on her brow but she couldn't find any images left in her mind to compare it to. All she could tell was that it was something cold, something soft and something placing pressure on her brow. Defeated, Ginny dropped her hand to her side.

"What is that?" she had asked.

"My hand, popkin, my hand..." this voice was new. It rang in her ears for quite sometime with a certain something lacing every word. A certain something that was sweet and so perfect, it brought wet trails from Ginny's clouded eyes across her pale cheeks.

"Mummy, I can't see.."

"Oh.. oh.."

"Mummy I can't remember..."

Ginny couldn't bare to close her eyes. She kept them wide and open afraid that it would only get darker if she let them shut.