Letters To My Muse

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Chapter One - Kangaekomu

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A/N at bottom!

Late Spring, 1997

Ginny Weasley made her way out of the train station, her parents close behind. A smile crept on her face as she saw the faint glimmer of a Gringotts key. It felt good to know that someone was still with her from Hogwarts, even though she didn't know who it was.

The past year had been tougher for her than any years past, Ginny had discovered as the school term drew to a close. An all too early close at that. It was that simple unexpected turn of events that had destroyed Ginny's hope that she and Harry would finally and always be together. She understood, how could she not… but it still hurt nonetheless.

It was that pain, that heartache; the pain of losing Dumbledore, a man she'd respected and admired for years… and the pain of losing all the others that made that the single worst year of her life. Admitting that to herself hadn't taken very long… but she knew it would be a very long time before she could admit it to another person.

So… it would be this day, she knew, that would tell her where her fate truly lay. It was something she did not understand at all.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the alley where she and her parents would be apparating from.

"Ginevra… are you ready?" her mother asked. She nodded.

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Draco Malfoy sat at the end of a waterfront forest; the cold, harsh ocean water spraying him with a mist. It seemed that he'd never find what he was looking for.

To Draco, the worst part of not being able to find what he was looking for, was not knowing what he was looking for. It was something he'd never find, he knew that more than anything else. Even if the events that had transpired in the past year hadn't occurred… even if he hadn't nearly killed Dumbledore, he knew that he wouldn't be able to find it.

It was like a curse that would slowly eat away at him… a virus with no cure. The guilt was like that feeling. Draco knew that he wasn't supposed to feel guilty. He knew that from the years of his father pounding it into him… and from the dark mark that marred the surface of his skin.

The Dark Mark was more than a symbol of power and a way to bring hordes of Deatheaters together, the teenager knew. It was a darkness, a curse, a disease that could never be cured. A pure evil. It was something he had never truly wanted, but something he had no other choice but to get.

Sighing, he clambered up and turned around, only to see his father standing there with a dark look on his ashen face.

"You are being requested of, Draco." he said fiercely, pulling him along.

"Do you know why?" Draco dared to ask. His father tightened his grip enough to draw drops of blood from his arm before he answered.

"It's likely because you were too stupid to kill the twit and then attempted to hide from me." came the answer.

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Ginny lay on her bed, her legs dangling off the edge. She went over and over in her head the names of the constellations as she tried to keep her mind off what Harry and the others were doing. It wasn't as if she couldn't go to them and see, but she knew if she did she'd want to go with them.

She shot up as she remembered a long lost picture in her mind. The picture of a young boy. Her muse. It had been a long time since she remembered the boy. A long time since her muse gave her inspiration to draw. Stranger to her, was how it came. She'd been saying thee only constellation she had left to go over when her mind went blank. And he came into her vision.

She jolted out of her bed and to her knapsack laying on the floor next to her bed. The fifteen year old pulled a new scroll and a set of charcoal sticks out and then brought them up to her bed.

-End of Chapter One

A/N: Forgive me for any inconsistencies between this chapter and the ones before it. I don't have internet right now, so I apologize.

This was supposed to have been posted months ago. Sorry. I did have this chapter a lot longer but my mom re-formatted the computer and I'm not sure if I have the longer copy any more. Thanks for reading.