I was cleaning up today and heard this song playing on the radio. The thing is, I've heard it before many times and I liked it, just never paid much attention to it. Today, though, I listened more carefully to the lyrics and I realized that I could work the song into a story. The thing is that I had to change the lyrics around a bit so that they fit into the story, but mostly the lyrics are original which belong to Nickelback.

This the second Chapter to "I wish…".

Memories

Ginny turned the key in the lock and walked inside.

Looking around, she was satisfied. She was looking at one room which had two squished windows on one wall. The other two walls were bare, except for the one to her right. That one had a door leading into the kitchen.

Walking through that door, Ginny took a good look at the kitchen. It was the smallest kitchen she had ever seen. And she grew up in the Burrow. There were three small cabinets on the wall above the sink and other two cabinets that were standing on the floor. Next to them was the stove and next to the stove was a gigantic refrigerator which, Ginny knew, would never be full to the rim.

Ginny turned a hundred and eighty degrees and saw another door. She opened it and found herself standing in such small bathroom that-being so skinny-she hardly squeezed in. Standing at the door, right in front of her was a toilet, next to it was a tub. At the foot of the tub stood a sink topped with a mirror cabinet. Ginny looked in the mirror and found herself staring at a woman of about thirty.

'Thirty-two.' Ginny thought to herself.

The woman in the mirror stared back at Ginny. Her hair was long and red. It would've looked pretty if it wasn't so dirty and messed up. Her clothes didn't look any better.

Ginny decided to take a shower. This would be a real shower in a long time. Ever since she ran away, not even finishing school, Ginny has been living on the streets. Must be fifteen years now. Ever since then, Ginny has been living on the streets. And she would've still been living on streets if it weren't for something that happened to her three years ago.

That day Ginny saw all her friends. None of them recognized her. She felt so sad that day that she decided to change her life. That day she started looking for a job. She found one. It took her very long to save enough money for an apartment. She hadn't realized that nobody rents apartments anymore. You have to buy one. It took Ginny almost three years, but she finally got herself an apartment. Ginny set a goal for herself to become totally Muggle. That's why it took her so long. With magic she would've been rich right now, doing nothing. Of course that would expose her to her Wizard friends, and she wasn't ready to meet any of them face-to-face.

Ginny walked back to her only room and kneeled on the floor. All that Ginny owned was her Jansport backpack and a few things that were inside. Except her wand, which she hid inside her shirt.

Ginny unzipped her backpack and pulled out a pearly-white towel, which she bought that very day, with money that was left over. She was officially broke currently. Along with Ginny's towel a leather-bound book fell on the floor. Ginny reached for it and picked it up.

It was a leather-bound photo album that Harry gave to her in fifth year, two months before he… Ginny shook her head. This isn't time for this.

'Time to move on, Ginevra.' Ginny thought to herself.

Ginny opened the album to the first page. She knew that the photos inside were in no particular order. When she worked on putting the album together, she picked her favorite photos and put them anywhere. Except for this one picture. Ginny loved it and that's why she put it in the beginning. It was taken during her fifth year. Her last Christmas at the Burrow. The Christmas when she had the most fun. The Christmas when she still thought that she has a chance with Harry.

Ginny's vision blurred and she shook her head to clear it.

Ginny looked at the picture and smiled to herself. It was a picture of the whole gang. Ron is sitting on the right (or left if you're looking at the picture) and keeps on glancing back and forth between the camera and Hermione who's sitting right next to him. Hermione keeps on laughing at something. She has her arm draped around Ginny who's sitting next to her and has her arm wrapped around Hermione. Ginny's laughing as though she just heard the funniest thing. Next to Ginny is Harry. He's also laughing in his tight-lipped/upper-teeth smile. He's got a…a…tiara?…on his head, which was undoubtfully conjured up by George who's standing right behind Harry, making bunny ears on Ginny. Fred is standing right next to George and besides laughing, he's also making bunny ears on Hermione and Ron.

Look at this photograph

Every time I do it makes me laugh

How did our eyes get so red

And what the hell is on Harry's head

The photo was taken on a grassy field. In the background you could see a two-story shack-there's really no other word for it-that looks like it's about to topple over like an unsteady tower of blocks.

Ginny sighed and felt her eyes tearing up again. She shook her head and the burning sensation behind her closed eyelids disappeared. Ginny looked at the photo again. She noticed a little window on the second floor of the Burrow. That was hers once upon a time. Now, the Burrow probably wasn't even there anymore. The land was bought by some rich Muggle man after Molly and Arthur Weasley accepted their twin sons' offer and moved to a nice house in Godric's Hollow.

And this is where I grew up

I think the present owner fixed it up

I never knew we'd ever went without

The second floor is hard for sneaking out

Ginny remembered how she sometimes just wanted to jump out the window and run around the fields, but couldn't since she lived on the second floor. If she attempted anything of the sort, she would spend three weeks in St. Mungo's and three years grounded.

Ginny smiled to herself at the memory and turned a few pages at once. There, at the center of the page, was a gigantic photograph, which-Ginny knew-was taken by Colin Creevey. It was a night shot of Hogwarts. It looked very beautiful with the dark-blue starry sky on the top and a gleaming lake in the background.

Ginny remembered how she occasionally skipped classes, but teachers never bothered her about it because they loved her. She also never got detention for misuse of magic, except one time with Professor Snape, but that was unavoidable since Snape hated all Gryffindors.

And this is where I went to school

Most of the time had better things to do

Criminal record says I broke in twice

I must have done it half a dozen times

Ginny looked at the picture again and thought of Colin. He was now an eager and successful photographer for the Daily Prophet with his brother, Dennis, as his reporter partner. Both married to muggle born witches Ginny didn't know.

Thinking about Hogwarts, Ginny remembered how much fun she had there. How much she learned-despite her cutting habits. Hogwarts was also the place where Ginny had a short relationship with her one-and-only true love. Ginny's eyes teared-up for the third time as she remembered Harry and what he did to her. Ginny also remembered how she dashed out of Hogwarts with one year to go. Ever since then, Ginny regretted her choice.

I wonder if It's too late

Should I go back and try to graduate

Life's better now then it was back then

If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Ginny looked down at the picture and it became blurry. Soon, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Ginny sometimes wished that she didn't have all these memories to deal with.

Oh oh oh

Oh god I have

Ginny wiped the tears from her cheeks, but they were momentarily replaced with more tears. Ginny wiped them again, but, still more tears rolled down her cheeks. Soon, Ginny was sobbing. She didn't bother to cover her face or wipe the tears away. She just let them roll. She always hated having all these memories.

Every memory of looking out the back door

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye

Still sobbing, Ginny flipped through a few pages until she reached a picture of a boy. He had black, messy hair with bangs falling on his forehead, barely hiding the lightning-shaped scar-the only thing ruining the-otherwise handsome-face. He had electrifying green eyes bespectacled with round, black-rimmed glasses. He was smiling his sexy tight-lipped smile.

Ginny stared at the picture as fresh tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Every memory of walking out the front door

I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye

After a while, Ginny's sobbing stopped, even though occasional tears were still rolling down her cheeks.

Ginny flipped a page and saw herself standing next to Ron and Hermione. On the background was Zonko's. Ginny smiled through tears as she remembered that Zonko's was always their favorite hangout. She, herself, never had much money, since her family were-financially-below middle class, but any money she had, she was most likely to spend in Zonko's.

Ginny remembered how one time she really wanted a biting diary, but didn't have enough money to buy it. That Christmas she found it next to her bed. It didn't have a tag, but judging from the snitch-dotted wrapping paper, she could've guessed in a bet and would've won as to who her Secret Santa was.

Ginny also remembered how Zonko's closed in her fifth year at Hogwarts because of Death Eater and Voldemort attacks.

Remember the old arcade

Blew every dollar that we ever made

The cops hated us hanging out

They say somebody went and burned it down

Ginny reached up to wipe away a single tear from the corner of her eye. The photo album slipped from her hands and fell to the floor opening to a random page. Ginny picked up the album and looked at the picture on the page.

It was a previously arranged picture, with only a few things out of place. The way you were looking at it, on the left was Arthur Weasley standing next to a chair on which his wife was sitting with her hands in her lap. Next stood a very handsome young man with red hair. His left arm was draped around a very beautiful young woman with long, silky-blond hair. Just looking at her would make any guy drool. Next, on two stools, sat two identical young men. They looked so alike that no person could possibly tell them apart. Ginny smiled at the fact that she knew that George was the one on the far right, since he was at least trying to appear normal in the picture, while Fred was making funny faces.

Behind those people, four teenagers were standing on slightly elevated ground, smiling. Ron stood on the far left, followed by Hermione, Ginny, and Harry.

Ginny smiled to herself when she remembered the vacation. It was in her fifth year. Her mom kept on singing to love songs on the radio and stopped only until everyone else begged her to.

She also remembered how during that vacation Ginny taught Harry famous wizard songs, since he-being Muggle-born-didn't know any of Weird Sisters' songs. After Ginny taught him all the songs, they both sang whenever any of them came on. To Ginny's surprise, Harry had a pretty good voice, and together they made a nice duet.

Ginny laughed as she remembered when Bill told her that she should try to make a career out of singing. Ginny dismissed him with a laugh. She always wanted to be a healer and work at St. Mungo's.

We used to listen to the radio

And sing along with every song we know

We said someday we'd find out how it feels

To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Now, Ginny thought that maybe she would be able to make a career out of her voice. Dean did.

Suddenly Ginny remembered Dean and felt a warm sensation spreading through her body. She was always very fond of Dean. Her feeling became more in fifth year. They became girlfriend and boyfriend. Dean was the fist guy that she ever kissed. She thought that he was perfect and wanted to marry him.

Now, besides being a successful singer, Dean was also a husband and a father of four wonderful kids.

Dean's the first guy I kissed

I was so nervous that I nearly missed

He's had a couple of kids since then

I haven't seen him since god knows when

Ginny thought for a while and realized that she didn't only have bad memories. She had good memories which she didn't regret having.

Oh oh oh

Oh god I have

Ginny looked down at the page in the album. Besides the picture, the page was prettily decorated. Ginny remembered how much fun she had putting the album together. Some of it she put together at Hogwarts, but most of it she put together during her vacations at the Burrow. She used to sit on the floor in her bedroom decorating the pages late into the night. At that time she wanted this album to bring happy, not sad, memories.

Every memory of looking out the back door

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye

Ginny's eyes came into focus again and she found herself looking at the album on the floor. Then she noticed something sticking out from under the album. She moved the album and found the picture of Harry that she dropped earlier. Ginny felt a lump forming in her throat, but she swallowed and it went away. Ginny had enough of bad memories. It was time to say good-bye to them.

Every memory of walking out the front door

I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye

Ginny's thought was very powerful for a moment, but then she felt like crying again. She could forget her bad memories, but she could never forget her friends. She could never forget her family. She could never forget the Burrow. She could never forget Hogwarts. She could never forget Harry.

Ginny knew that even though she can't show up again, she'll still miss everything she knew.

I miss that town

I miss the faces

You can't erase

You can't replace it

I miss it now

I can't believe it

So hard to stay

Too hard to leave it

Ginny felt the lump in her throat again. She also felt her eyes watering again. She gave a little sob that sounded like a cough and tears poured down her face. She tried to stop, but this time she couldn't. She now realized what big mistake she made fifteen years ago. She knew that if she could relieve those twenty minutes in which she made her decision to leave everyone behind, she would never do it. Yes, she would hate Harry and Luna for the rest of their lives, but she would still have people who loved her around.

If I could I'd relive those days

I know the one thing that would never change

Ginny remembered what she just thought a few minutes ago and forced herself to stop crying. The photo album was supposed to bring happy memories, and that's what she'll have when listing through it.

But it's still a big decision to make. Ginny decided that she would not look at the pictures for a while. Only until she becomes a bit stronger.

'Wasn't there a loose floorboard when the building manager showed me the flat?' Ginny thought.

Every memory of looking out the back door

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye

Ginny got up from the floor and walked into a corner next to the right window. She tapped the floor a few times, until she found the loose floorboard. She then pulled in away and stuck the album under it. She kept one picture in her hands. Ginny then placed the floorboard in it's place.

'This seems like a nice place for my dresser.' she thought as she got up.

Ginny then forced herself to look at the picture in her hands. It was the one of Harry. This time it didn't make her cry. She did feel a bit sad, but she showed no signs of emotion on the outside.

It's time to end this. Time to say good-bye to Harry.

Every memory of walking out the front door

I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye

Ginny looked at the picture again. Then her face lit up with an idea.

Harry would never bother her again.

Ginny laughed softly.

Look at this photograph

Every time I do it makes me laugh

Ginny looked at the picture again.

No emotion.

Every time I do it makes me…

Ginny walked up to the window and opened it, sticking her clenched fist out…

An eight-year-old boy was playing on the sidewalk with his toy truck. He looked up for a second and saw someone's hand poking out the third-floor window. A second later he was showered in little pieces of ripped…paper?