A/N: Hello readers! Ummm I don't own Harry Potter stuff. I do own the plot line. Umm, It's kinda short but this is the only time I had to get on and upload it so there ya go.

The next few days after the incident flew by. After my little episode in the hallway I avoided Draco as much as possible. I just couldn't stand the conversation that I knew would come about. I didn't want to have to explain myself to him. I didn't want to have to deal with this huge problem I was facing. I knew it would come back to bite me though because I knew Malfoy would snitch it all over the place. I just couldn't bear the thought of everyone in the school knowing just how much of a freak I really am.

I sat alone at meals, if I did go to the hall at all. I just couldn't stand the crowds of happy people anymore. I avoided Isla, my room mates, and all of my teachers' eyes. If they saw what was in my eyes they would surely ask questions. I was hoping no one would notice the weight I was losing or the long sleeves that I wore all the time. Although, who would ever notice Ginny Weasley the little sister, the quiet shadow.

About a week after that wild night, I was sitting in my herbology class when a first year scuffled in with a note and handed it to my professor. The first years seemed to keep getting smaller and smaller. I watched intently while she dismissed the pint sized student and skimmed over the note, and then she looked around the room. "Ginerva… you've been called to the hospital wing."

As I stood up and gathered my things, I felt like I was center stage. I knew every eye in that room watched as I walked out. It was always a big event when someone was called out of class. I was hoping no one would notice how much I had changed since the beginning of the year. Though I had been whining about the fact that I didn't get enough attention, I didn't like being watched. My eyes were changing to a blue grey color… I felt very warm like their attention was burning a whole in me.

I arrived at the hospital wing a few minutes later and was met by the nurse. She had a very saddened and worn look on her face as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders. She silently guided me into the large room line with beds. There was a group of people gathered around one bed. Luckily she steered me into a smaller room, but there I saw something that made my stomach drop. My brother Ron lay there battered and bruised, a couple of casts here and there, along with some bloody bandages around his shoulder and head. Although I hated being "Ron's Little Sister," what I hated more was seeing my older brother lying in a bed beaten within an inch of his life. "What happened?" I barely whispered as I knelt down beside his bed and took his bruised hand into my own. I could feel the tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"He was in a flying accident… The Womping Willow is suspected. Though, some of these cuts are oddly shaped and I'm having trouble healing them like I usually can. He'll be alright; I just thought you should be with him. I'll leave you two, but leave by 4; he'll need lots of rest." With that the nurse left the small room with the door clicking shut.

I just sat there for a moment just looking at him. He looked so fragile and broken. I hated seeing him this way; I just didn't know how to handle it. My brother had always been there to protect me; he was always there to protect others, even though he seemed to be just a clumsy goof. He was there help.

Suddenly the air in the room started to move a bit and the walls seemed to vibrate. I could tell it was happening again, my eyes were white-blue and the pupils dilated. I had to stop this, I had to get away. I flung open the door and ran from the infirmary. I couldn't stay there, not with those people, not with Ron. I flew down the corridors not really sure of which direction I was going, just letting my feet carry me. I arrived at a staircase and headed upwards. I didn't count the flights but it took a good while to arrive at the top. I came out onto a roof. I recognized this roof, it was the Astronomy tower. I sped to the edge and looked over. It was a long way down.

For the first time in my life, I actually thought about death. I thought about suicide. I thought about how many people would come to my funeral. I thought about getting rid of this damn cursed power and I thought about taking it all away. I felt the hot tears pouring over my face and my fingers digging at the stone wall.

"Problems?" came a voice from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to see who the voice belonged to. There stood Malfoy, the one person I was trying to avoid. Here he was at my vulnerable point. I couldn't take it. But by now my eyes were returning to normal. I slid down the stone wall of the castle tower and collapsed on the ground. I buried my head in my knees and tried to breathe deep. "So, I've been meaning to ask you…" he began. "Just don't," I whispered. I didn't want to have to deal with it. "Ok, suit yourself." He said and turned down the stairwell. Well that was rather simple, I thought.

But I was left there in the sun light drying my own tears, covered in my own pain. I hated this feeling of being alone. I hated this thought of being the only one on earth to feel the way I did. I felt the need to melt into the floor and never return.

A/N: Ummm, hope you liked it. Review please! Thanks tons!