Ecliptec Destiny

Harry- Part 1

"I remember the day that I first saw Ginny. It was September 1^st, 1991. I was raised as a Muggle, as you all know. I was looking for Platform 9 ¾. Mrs. Weasley sent her sons Percy, Fred, George, and Ron off into the barrier, while Ginny stood there mumbling about her wanting to go to Hogwarts. I only saw her as a red haired 10-year-old. But, fate brought us together. Her first year at Hogwarts, Voldemort...er...sorry- He Who Must Not Be Named used his past self to posses her through his diary. I saved her from death. It was then, when I saw her cold, barely lifeless body that I first realized she wasn't just a girl that has red hair and freckles; she was a young woman who I came to love.

"As we got older, my schoolboy crush for Cho Chang developed into a list that was stolen away by the late Cedric Diggory. When I saw Cedric die, and saw his image come out of Voldemort's- STOP FLINCHING! HE'S DEAD! Aherm...- wand, I realized that Voldemort could have had one more person in that Priori Incantatem: Ginny.

" I got my pictures of my mom and dad at the end of the first year, and I never knew why they looked so familiar now. I saw Ginny as my mom and I as my dad. Strange, isn't it?

"But, I didn't know what was lurking behind her pale mask. Her secret. She felt she was too fat. Ginny was a very average size: a size 10. But she felt she was too huge for the media spotlight she married into. Soon she ate little to nothing, as her size dwindled to a size 2. Once she hit there, I called a mediwizard to talk to her, because obviously she wasn't listening to me. But by the time she realized that her health was in danger, it was too late.

"That's why we are gathered here today, to mourn the death of Virginia Elisabeth Weasley: a daughter, a wife, a friend. God, Gin, I'll miss you."

Harry James Potter walked down from the cedar podium, his raven hair still untamable, his scar now a dull brown mark against his skin, his emerald eyes that once glowed with life now just dark pools of sorrow, lined with the tears for his beloved soul mate. The seeker for the Puddlemere United sat down, eyes of brown, blue, hazel, and gray watching his lean figure slump down and his heart collapse within his now barren soul.

Harry sat on his bed, shaking. His tears touched the handle of the .22 caliber. Drugs did nothing, and slit wrists only made him hyper. This was the only way. He loaded the barrel with one bullet, spun it, and cocked the gun. His heart raced. He muttered to himself: "Ladies and gents, time to play Russian Roulette. Ginny always did say I had a gambling problem." His hand trembled as the finger touched the trigger. He saw tears and sweat mingle on his nose as he pulled the trigger.

The three body fluids of fame: blood, sweat, and tears covered the pillow as Harry's still warm body toppled off of the bed. Time of death: 8:25 P.M.