Revenge

St Mungo's Psychiatric Ward

Ginny

I, Ginny Weasley, sat in the dull room examining the walls for the thousandth time over. Then Harry knelt down in front of me, smiling like he always did. Harry's smile faded as I thought of all the ways to avenge my brother's death. I smiled and started pacing the room.

Harry has to pay; he's going to pay. The crazy attention seeker.

My poor Ronald, poor Ron. All alone in his little black world. Dead to us all.

Harry, he made him crazy. The jealousy drove him mad, that jealousy drove my poor, lovable Ron mad.

He'll never smile anymore.

"Ha! The bugs not gonna fly, he has no wings." I laughed evilly to myself, then looked down at my free arms. If it wasn't for Fred and George I wouldn't have freed myself.

Hello Harry-poo, I thought miserably as Harry pranced before my eyes. He smiled and walked over and sat down on the floor. Of course he wasn't really there, he was just in my head, like many things.

"Hello, Ginny. You fly well. You should try out for Quidditch. I know, why don't you practice with Fred and George?" Harry raised his hand to touch my cheek. I quickly backed away; I was scared he might actually be there.

"Go away! Leave me alone! Please! GO!" I screamed. I closed my eyes and hoped for Ron's arms to hold my shoulders, like he used too.

I stopped screaming when a familiar voice echoed through my small room. It was Neville, Neville Longbottom. The voice brought a smile to my face.

I walked over to the door and looked out of the tiny square of clear glass.

"Neville?" I asked as I pressed my nose against the tiny window. He didn't budge. He was standing a few doors down from mine and was shivering from head to toe. I frowned, he was a chicken, always has been.

Loser, I thought as he took a few steps away from the other door.

"NEVILLE!" I shouted as he bumped into the wall behind him. His head jerked and looked in my direction. When he finally caught my eyes, he tried to back up more. It was a bit hard since he had his back pressed against it.

I waved and smiled at him. His eyes widened. I began to frown.

"Neville, it's me. Ginny!" I called, loud enough for him to hear. Neville began to tremble all over again.

"G-Ginny?" he stuttered, then began to tense. "Y-you, still i-in here?" He began to slide down the wall.

"Yes! Me, Ginny Weasley," I called again.

C'mon, get me outta here. Where's Harry? Does he know where he lives?

"Neville, do you know where -" I stopped, I couldn't. I was put in for trying to kill Harry. I needed his trust.

Neville stared at me for a while and made up his mind.

"I'm coming in to say hello." Even though he put on a strong face, I could see the terror waiting within. I smiled a nice smile and waited for him to approach my door.

"Um, Ginny?" he whispered. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one saw him. "What really happened between you and Harry? Is it true you tried to -" He paused as I pressed my face against the window.

"Yes, I tried to kill him. He killed Ron, my Ronald. He will never see Hermione again. Ron killed because of jealousy, jealousy driven from friendship. I hate Harry." I put my hand on the glass and felt the cool moist from my face. "Will you get me out?"

I looked up into Neville's eyes and he shyly looked away. "I don't trust you Ginny."

"I know, but ... you'll help anyway."

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I lay sleeping on the white sheets of my bed while the memory of that damned smiling face of Harry Potter...

"It's alright Ginny. Hermione's going to be fine. Ron's gone crazy, don't you know that? You can put down your wand, you know I won't hurt you." I remember the way he began to back away, the look of realisation. I didn't like him, I never have. The look of -

A knock came at my new bedroom door.

I wondered who could be here at this time of day. Probably those bloody docs, always hassling me. Can't get a moments peace. I thought growing angry at the thought. People always hassled me, ever since I was sent here, all they ever did was pick and pry at my personal life and feelings.

The knock came again. I frowned and pulled my white sheets around me tighter.

"Go away. I don't want that stupid wizard to see me again!" I shouted. I coughed.

Must be getting a cold.

The knock came again. I threw my blankets off and headed for the door. I peered through the small window and smiled. It was my little helper.

"Neville, how nice to see you. Have you brought my fake wand?" I asked, then I gave him my sanest smile. Neville nodded, looking quite amusing though, his seriousness has failed his looks yet again. He looked sort of cute, standing there with the medi-wizard.

"You have five minutes, Mr Longbottom. You may call for our assistance when you need it." The medi-wizard gave me a meaningful look then turned on his heel and walked out and shut the door, leaving me with the handsome looking Neville.

"Got it?" I said and walked over to sit on my bed. I looked over at Neville who, no wonder why, was standing near the door still. Neville looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, I have your 'fake' wand. And my real one," he said, then pulled open his robe to reveal two wands. I could tell which one was fake, it had Fred's name etched into it. I walked over to Neville and grabbed his real wand.

Neville's eyes widened and he backed into the door. I had to laugh, his silly expression made him seem like a boy pretending to be a man.

"You needn't be afraid of me Neville. You helped me. I will not harm you." I said and slowly walked over to Neville. "Do not worry. When you leave, you take the fake wand and don't tell anybody that I have it. I will escape with this wand and I will meet you-"

"Please Ginny, just tell me why you're pointing that wand at me?" Neville began to slide down the wall in defeat.

"Don't you get it dear boy? I won't harm you, you're my friend and it won't change!" I screamed. His lack of confidence was really getting on my nerves. "God, Neville! Look, you gave me this wand. I'll use this to escape, and you will not get the blame," I finished quietly.

Poor Neville, I thought and bent down to face him eye to eye. "Be cool," I said as I wiped the perspiration off his cheek.