Bohemian Rhapsody

Bohemian Rhapsody- The Complications of Ginny Weasley

Is this the real life-

Is this just fantasy-

Caught in a landslide-

No escape from reality-

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see-

I'm just a poor girl, I need no sympathy-

Because I'm easy come, easy go,

A little high, little low,

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me...

Ginny Weasley often wondered why she existed. Nobody needed her, and she didn't need anybody. When people heard her name, they either didn't know who she was, or they would think of "a small pitiful useless girl who would never be loved as much as her brothers are." She knew that was what people thought, especially after she overheard some of her classmates talking a few years ago. Tom Riddle has used her, Harry Potter had broken her heart, and her best friend had betrayed her. He brothers never paid attention to her, and it even seemed like her parents only talked to her if they needed something done. Nobody knew that she used to cry herself to sleep during her first few years at Hogwarts. Eventually she figured out that crying wasn't helping anything, and she forced herself to stop. She smiled to herself when she remembered what she had done to Harry back in her 4^th year. After he passed her a note to meet him after classes, she was ecstatic. It had been a Wednesday, and she had run outside after Transfiguration. The grass was moist, and mist hung like silver blankets enveloping the grounds. She spotted him by the lake, and he turned around an smiled at her. She just knew that he was going to tell her how he felt, and then he pulled that...that STUNT! She had screamed at him, and kicked him in the shins. Storming up to the castle with tears in her eyes, she had suddenly started to laugh. Although broken hearted and devastated, she was proud of what she had done. Standing up to the great famous Harry Potter took guts. Then she started to think. Why WAS he so great? All he was, was a heart-breaking idiot. She just wished everybody would realize it. She realized she was sick and tired of hearing about how he had conquered the Dark Lord. It wasn't as if he had even DONE anything! Barely a year old! He wasn't a real hero...he would never be...

Too late, my time has come,

Sends shivers down my spine-

Body's aching all the time,

Goodbye everybody- I've got to go-

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-

Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)

I don't want to die,

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

As she lay there in the darkness, she couldn't be happier. Finally, her time had come to leave this retched world. No one will miss her. The world is a better place when she's not in it. Maybe if she became a ghost, she could come back and haunt the people that had hurt her so much. Although, if she did become a ghost, she would keep feeling miserable, for years to come. Like Moaning Myrtle. She and Myrtle actually had a lot in common. They were both depressed, for starters, and they both had had a fondness for Harry for...for too long. She shivered as she felt ice cold water run down the back of her neck. At first she had been frightened when he brought her to this place. Then she realized how absolutely perfect it was. She would be gone forever, and no questions would be asked. After all, it wouldn't have been my fault. He had killed many before her, and he will kill many after her. She sat up from the dirty, dusty floor and grinned. Whenever she thought of what was coming, it made her happy. All these years of pain and sorrow would finally leave, and she could forget about what Harry and everyone else had done to her. Two eyes appeared in the dark, and she quickly lay back down. She heard him glide into the room almost soundlessly. He stopped beside her, and looked into her eyes. He mentioned something about herself and the others. Other? She had said. There are others? Who? He had said others her age. Let me see them, she pleaded. He led her to another room which was slightly less dusty than the last. She slowly turned her head and focused her eyes on each and every person that would be tortured and killed. She had made a plan with him that was just fine by her. If she helped him with the killing of the others, she would be killed instantly. No pain, no torturing. She kept looking around the room, and her eyes rested on a boy with jet black hair. She had run over to him and started to sob. Scenes from her horrible Wednesday afternoon with him ran through her head. She heard IMPERIO! And Harry started slamming his head against the hard, cold stone wall. Complete control...

I see a little silhoutetto of a man,

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning- very very frightening me

But I'm just a poor girl and nobody loves her

She's just a poor girl from a poor family

Spare her her life from this monstrosity-

Will not let you go- let me go

Will not let you go- let me go

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

He was calling for her. He needed her help to finish off the innocent humans. He told her that Harry would be the first, and she nodded without sound. She did as she was told, and after a few moments, Harry collapsed on the floor. Dead. She was in shock. She had killed him. She kept assisting with the torturing and killing until he announced he no longer needed her. She nodded once again, and she prepared to look death in the eyes. Instead, he locked her into the small, cold, wet room again. He left her for days, and during those days, she had done much thinking. She started to realize how much she would miss some things if she actually did die. Maybe she could try really hard to make friends, or maybe even have a chance with Harry. Harry! His name terrified her. She had murdered him. Him, and 13 others. Ginny Weasley was a murderer. This thought was to much to bear. She needed out. She could apparate! Nobody else even knew that she was capable. Nobody except for that brainiac...her ex best friend. She had taught her how to do it! Well, at least some good came of that friendship. She thought through her situation again, and then a moment later, she was back in her dorm. Weeks went by, and she started to go insane. She felt so incredibly guilty and awful that it was eating away at her soul. She had to tell someone. Even though she didn't really TRUST Ron, she certainly trusted him more than she did anyone else. After she told him, he had slapped her. After all, it was his best friend that she had killed. About a month later, he turned her in. Her own brother had turned her in.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-

So you think you can love me and leave me to die-

Oh baby, can't do this to me baby-

Just gotta get out- just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,

Anyone can see,

Nothing really matters-, nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows...

She had been there for four months now. It was worse than anything she had ever experienced. It was even worse than actually committing the crime itself. All she had in the claustrophobic jail cell was an old quill, and Tom Riddle's diary. Harry had given it to her in her first year, after he used it to free Dobby. It didn't work anymore, obviously, since the memory of Tom had been destroyed. The parchment in it was dirty and ripped, but she had written on it anyway. She had pages and pages filled of her thoughts and memories, and now there was only one page left blank. Even though the Dementors had sucked away most of the happy thoughts in her mind, she found it in herself to write a message to each person she cared about. The last page of the diary. She knew that she was going to die here. She had a life sentence in this living hell. She realized that she wanted everyone in her life to know the good things that she thought of them. Even though she couldn't stand living with the thought that she murdered fourteen people, she knew she didn't want to die. Dying was too good for her. She wanted the kiss...