Written for week two of the the One a Week Competition. My restriction is to only write about the amazing Ginevra Weasley.
Word restriction: 180-220 words
Word count: 219 words
When she sees Lucius Malfoy next, Ginny will kill him. She'll do it slowly, the way Tom rotted her mind from inside out. This time around, Lucius will understand the scream of the desperate.
His son is just as bad as he is. Draco Malfoy and the way he buts into every conversation with a cunning remark and a sneer. Ginny doesn't think she would mind see Draco cry, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Sometimes, Ginny wonders where this viciousness comes from but then she remembers Lucius's arrogance at Diagon Alley, insulting her family right before he slipped a little black book into her second-hand transfiguration textbook.
Transfiguration. What a fitting lie. The act of transforming a living thing into something else using its components.
Ginny's transformed too, into something her mother can't understand and doesn't know how to love.
The adults in Harry's life loved him enough to save him at death's door. Ginny wonders how the ones in her life could have doomed her like this.
She's a mess of the previous generation: her mother's hair, her father's eyes, the twins smirk, Charlie's wanderlust, Tom's darkness.
She has something of her own though, something none of them ever do or will. She has her own blood thirst for vengeance and without a doubt, she knows she'll succeed.
