…in a kingdom far far away…
Were ideals, not held by the majority of the wizarding world. Morals that were quickly gaining popularity as the general public looked for results from the light side.
Finally their eyes had wandered past the brilliantly made up poster boy to the coffin of Dumbledore. They had lost an icon, and as a result wanted something back. Something sustainable that could be help in their hands and waved like a banner.
But all they had was a little boy, lost in his own world, by his choice alone.
I never fully understood how Ginny's actions on that fateful changed the war, till many years later. I, like so many others, closed my eyes to that which I did not want to see.
Harry really loved Ginny in his cute childish way. Her leaving crushed his oh-so-fragile state of mind. I see that now, but I didn't then. I, along with the general public, wanted to believe that Harry was the infallible replacement for Dumbledore, but to put it simply, he wasn't.
Like I've said before, he was just a little boy, thrown into a full-fledged tornado and expected to stand his ground. It was only natural that he stumbled quite a bit first.
The light side, in the struggle to pull a magical winning rabbit out of their hat, forgot that Harry was a mere human made of flesh and bone. He had no special powers, or extreme strength. He was a mortal boy who was confused and scared.
I understand it now. Since I have experienced all these things, these terrors, I understand them. I understand why Ginny left the light, and in some not-so-twisted way it makes sense to me. My reasons for thinking this, however, cannot yet be revealed. It is far too early in the story. It would ruin the surprise ending.
Life is just full of surprises.
I understand that now.
I knew why Ginny left Harry. I didn't need to speculate on wrong reasons. Like I said before, she wanted something else. She told me so, more or less, after Dumbledore's service.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms or perhaps something as simple as not being second best. At least, that's what I thought she was saying.
What ever it was she wanted, Harry didn't have it, do it, or even know what it was. Typical male, totally oblivious.
I however, was not oblivious as to what was going on. I knew it was something important as soon as she opened that compartment door.
I stood in the back drop and watched as she talked with Draco Malfoy's best…well I guess the appropriate word would be friends, but I wasn't quite sure if that was an accurate statement.
Now a days, I wasn't sure about many thing. My perception had been shifted so many times with the current state of politics that things looked extremely different then they did last week.
Every thing was darker, grimmer looking then it seemed last week.
But, that was only my personal opinion.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever really notices me. Do they ever see me? Do they even care?
I'm sure that I can do fine on my own, but sometimes a girl just wants to be noticed. She wants to hear that she's beautiful.
I think Ginny wants to hear that she's beautiful, but again, that's only my personal opinion.
Everyone knows what that's worth. Loony Lovegood.
So I sat there in the shadows on that eventful train ride, no one in that compartment noticing, me sitting up in their luggage rack, listening to their conversation. Living through their lives.
I'm not really sure why Pansy let Ginny sit with them. It's not as though Pansy had any reason to trust Ginny, or even like her. But she let her sit. She let her become submerged in their world.
After the compartment door snapped shut again Pansy scooted closer to Blaise giving Ginny room to sit, the faded burgundy velvet bunching up her jade green skirt as she slid along it. Goyle and Crabbe resumed their game of exploding snap and Blaise opened the forum to talk.
"Ginerva, I've seen you at Slug Club meetings," he said casually, lacing his fingers with Pansy's. Obviously with Draco gone Blaise was marking his territory, and Pansy didn't mind one bit as she leaned back into his arms.
"Quite boring, don't you agree?" Ginny remarked casually casting a furtive glance out the compartment door, not quick enough to go unnoticed, but too quick to not arouse suspicions.
"Looking for someone special?" Pansy asked with a small sneer marring her glacial beauty. Pansy really was pretty, in a Russian princess sort of way. She had the dark eyes and full bodied black hair. Russian Princess.
"On the contrary. Making sure someone not special at all didn't follow me. Potter can be quite the puppy," She remarked flippantly, so out of character, as she pulled the trademark ribbons binding her braids out. Her nimble fingers worked rapidly at unbraiding her thick red hair, giving her a full sultry mane of hair.
Before this incident, I had never noticed just how beautiful Ginny was. She had lush curves, sparkling brown eyes, and that hair. I would tell her she was beautiful, but I didn't say a word. I listened, I watched, and I recorded.
The perfect little Ravenclaw.
"You have great hair," Pansy stated, leaning forward and tugging on one of the crimson curls, in an envious sort of fashion.
Pansy was a Slytherin through and through; always envious of what she didn't have, never appreciating what she did.
"I know," Ginny, replied with what sounded like a hint of vanity, as she pushed the curls over her left shoulder.
"Ginerva, I may have underestimated you," Blaise said in his cold, Slytherin-esqe demeanor, looking at her in a calculating way.
"We shall have to remain in contact this summer," Pansy replied, pulling out what looked like a small white business card from her pocket.
"Owl me and I might reply," The older girl said with a light smirk, as Ginny pocketed the card.
"I'll consider it," She said noncommittally, gathering together the few possessions she had brought with her.
"Do more than consider," Blaise said in a decidedly darker note, as he pulled down his and Pansy's trunks disturbing my viewpoint.
"If you insist," Ginny said lightly, my vision was obstructed, but I would guess that she was smiling lightly, or smirking. It would only seem fitting in such a situation.
Once again the compartment door snapped shut, and I realized she had left, most likely to gather her things.
So began the correspondence between three completely different people, Ginny the innocent, Pansy the slut, and Blaise the mysterious. And if I wasn't mistaken, Ginny had initiated it.
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