Prologue
"Itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out, up came the sun and dried up all the rain, itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again," Today was her first day back from her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ginerva Weasley laid in her bed tightly holding onto herself, singing nursery rhymes quietly.
It was quite a funny picture actually, the girl everyone thought was perfectly fine lay in her bed, broken, and desperate. Harry Potter had saved her life; he hadn't saved her innocence. After everything that had happened this year she was dead; a limp doll that no one would bring back to life. Sirius had been her confidant, he was the only one who knew what Tom had done, what he had taken. It's sad though, she has to say that he was.
Forever would she be scarred, dreaming the same nightmares, feeling the same pain, knowing it had happened and it wouldn't change, just like some thing that were taken would never come back.
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