The Story of Virginia Weasley

Chapter 1: Together, Forever

Dear Mom and Dad, everyone,

I'm sorry for leaving you at a time like this, but I cannot bear this burden any longer. I know it is my fault for all that had happened, although you tried to persuade me otherwise. I am thankful to everyone for not being mad at me. Please forget me after I have left. Remember nothing of me, the traitor.

Ginny.

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One evening, the Weasleys received an owl from Ginny Weasley. When they went frantically in search for her, it was already too late. She was already gone. They found her shoes near the edge of the Great Lake in Hogwarts. Her body was at the bottom of the lake, not floating because of the heavy rocks tied to her legs and of the stones in her pocket. They did not just find Ginny's body; they found another body as well. The two bodies were close to each other, their hands clasped together. The other body was the body of a boy. A boy, in the name of Draco Malfoy.

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The funeral held for Ginny Weasley was a small and intimate one. Later, she was buried, with Draco next to her. Odd enough, it was Ron who requested for them to be buried together.

'I thought you hated him,' said Hermione in a soft voice, as she watched the coffin that held two persons being lowered into the ground.

'I did. But Ginny didn't,' said Ron, his voice surprisingly calm. 'I wasn't there when she needed me. The most I can do now is to let her be together with someone who loves her.'

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Here lies Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy, who love each other dearly and who will always be together, forever.

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Chapter 2: Virginia Weasley's Diary

This personal diary belongs to Virginia Weasley. If you read it, you shall feel guilty forever.

First page in the diary -

Hello?

Is anybody in there?

Hello?

Is anybody in there?

Hello?

Is anybody in there?

The same sentences fill up the blue-lined page in black ink.

The next page in the diary -

Dear diary... I feel so foolish writing those two words. I have not touched a diary, much less wrote in one ever since...

Why am I writing as if somebody is listening? Are you listening? I pray to God that you are not.

Sorry for wasting the first page, I was just being cautious. Just in case you were Tom. Tom...Charming, intelligent, understanding...He always listened to me, you know. He was always there when I need a listening ear. Oh, Tom.

What a charming man he was! Yes, a man, not a boy. A boy would never have been able to use those delightful words he used so often with me. I suspect he's a romantic, which was why I had fell so easily into his trap. He was so dangerously romantic, that I almost lost my life.

What a foolish girl I was! To think a man, like he, would care for me! He ruined my life. My life was almost perfect, until he came along, with his perfect perfectness, and torn my life into bits, as if it was nothing but a worthless piece of paper.

I would never admit this to anyone, but the time I spent together with Tom, was the best part of my life. He made me felt... complete. When I'm with him, I felt like I was the luckiest person in the world. So, when he left, I became lost. I wished he had killed me then, because then I wouldn't be so lost.

Oh, Tom...I do miss you, despite what you done to me. Because more than anyone else, I knew I had done it willingly. What would Mum says if she ever knew? I pray that she never does.

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