A/N: I dont't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club April

Assorted Appreciation: 4 - Trait: Persuasive

Fabulous World Of Comics: 19- (emotion) hope

Sophie's Shelf: 18. White Plague (The White Plague) - A genetically engineered virus that kills only women. Released only on the Irish, English, and Libyans.

Prompt: (restriction) Only female characters

Elizabeth's Empire: 2. (character) Ginny Weasley

Scamander's Case: 20 -(setting) nighttime

Warning: Suicidal thoughts and actions

Word Count: 724

By now she knew every brick of the astronomy tower. By now, she knew every little crack, every little nook and crannie. She knew where the spiders hid, and where the moss grew up the tower and into the brickwork. She'd come up here nearly every night since second year. Every night staring at the bricks, sitting on the ledge, wondering, wishing if she would ever have the courage to jump.

She'd heard people say ending it all, escaping was cowardly. Maybe she was a coward? Maybe the hat had made a grave mistake putting her in Gryffindor. She felt like it took courage to move forward, to step off the ledge. Tonight, the stars were brighter than usual. She looked up, watching them sparkle in the navy sky. A streak of light broke the sky.

"I wish I could find the courage to do this," she whispered. The star finally disappeared into the night. A slight breeze whipped up and she stood up. Her butt was numb from sitting on the bricks. Tonight, tonight she was going to do this. Tonight, when even the scratches on her arms didn't break the numbness of her heart, tonight she was going to step off the ledge and welcome the pain and nothingness eternity promised her.

She stood on the ledge, her feet bare. She'd taken off her shoes, left them and her stocking sitting on the stone floor. The cold stone reminded her that it was nearly December. She knew they might miss her at Christmas. Had her mum already started her jumper for this year? She wondered what would happen to it. It didn't matter. A jumper couldn't fix things, nothing could fix things. Nothing could fix her. Her heart was numb, still beating, but not feeling anything.

One small step, her toes curled around the bricks. Another step, then another, her foot finally touched air verses stone and she tumbled. For a moment, as the world whirled by, she regretted it. She regretted getting this close to the edge. She regretted stepping off the ledge. For a moment, the whole world froze, the stars still sparkled in the sky. Little glitters of light slowly becoming blurred through her tears. The ground was approaching. She knew it was going to hurt, she welcomed the pain. At least, maybe it would feel like something? She closed her eyes, waiting for impact.

"You know, you almost didn't make it," a dreamy voice whispered. She opened her eyes. She wasn't falling. She was floating, about an inch above the ground.

"You were going too fast, I almost couldn't stop you. That's a really high tower to fall from. You could have been seriously hurt, but then again, that was the point wasn't it?" the voice asked.

She blinked, she was now on the ground. The voice belonged to a blond haired, blue eyed witch wearing Ravenclaw robes.

"I just... I wanted to feel something."

"We all want that. But is it worth it? In the end? A beautiful moment of pure pain, pure anguish, and then, numbness again. Well, maybe, we really don't know what comes after, do we?"

"No. We don't."

"So, then, it might be better, but it might be worse. There was shooting star tonight, did you see it?" the blond asked.

"I did. It gave me the courage to step off."

"Oh, I guess you're my wish then. I wished for a friend. I think, maybe you might like one too?"

"Why?"

"Why what? Do I want to be your friend? Did I stop you? I want to be your friend so you have someone to talk to, someone who won't let you step off again. I stopped you because in the end, it wasn't what you wanted."

"And what do I want?"she asked.

The blond witch tilted her head, looking at the witch she had just saved.

"You want to know if there's any pudding left from dinner."

She paused, thinking for a moment before she had to admit, that maybe, just maybe, she did hope there was some pudding left over, and it would be better shared with a friend.

"I'm Ginny."

"Luna."

"Do you think there's pudding left?"

"I do, shall we go see?" Luna asked. Ginny nodded, taking Luna's hand and letting her lead her back into the castle.