Frozen... Because Nobody's Home

I couldn't tell you

Why she felt that way

She felt it everyday

I couldn't help her

I just watched her make

The same mistakes again

She stood on the bridge, staring into the rushing river. Wondering what it would feel like if she were to jump; if she were to fling herself into the water. Wondering what would happen if she gave herself up to the feeling of the rushing water. Everywhere she turned, she saw what she didn't want to see. There was a sun setting behind her. Someone came up from behind her, but she didn't move. There were tears flowing down her cheeks.

What's wrong, what's wrong now

Too many, too many problems

Don't know where she belongs

Where she belongs

"Ginny?"

There was no answer.

"Ginny, what's the matter?"

She felt warm arms gently turn her around until she was looking into Hermione's face. Into her concerned eyes, questioning, probing, wondering, trying to help. Ginny couldn't speak, couldn't move. All she could do was cry. Tears had burned rivers into her cheeks. Her face was cold. Her hands were cold. Her heart was cold.

She wants to go home but nobody's home

That's where she lies broken inside

There's no place to go, no place to go

To dry her eyes broken inside

Hermione's roving gaze found the large, slightly bloody bruise on Ginny's forehead. Her fingers traced over it lightly. Ginny winced, but did not say anything. Her eyes were ice, except for the waterfall spilling down her cold face.

"What happened, Ginny?"

But she couldn't open her mouth; couldn't condemn the man she loved. Couldn't say anything. Helpless.

"Ginny..." Hermione pulled her close in an embrace. She leaned against her.

Open your eyes (open your eyes)

And look outside

Find the reason why (why)

You've been rejected (you've been rejected)

And now you can't find

What you left behind

"Ginevra, please tell me what happened."

She shook her head. She began to walk. Walking towards her house. It was not her home.

Hermione followed her.

Be strong, be strong now

Too many too many problems

Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs

She fumbled for her wand, to open the door. But her hands were so cold she couldn't.

"Here," Hermione said gently. She used her wand to switch open the door, knowing the password.

She shivered when she walked inside. It was warmer inside then outside.

She wants to go home but nobody's home

That's where she lies broken inside

There's no place to go, no place to go

To dry her eyes broken inside

"Go to bed, Ginny." Hermione was worried.

She just sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the mug of hot chocolate Hermione had made for her.

"I'll come by later, okay?"

She nodded, but her actions had not yet connected with her mind and her frozen heart.

Hermione left.

And then he came.

He came in, and she tensed.

"God, what a day." He sat down opposite her and kissed her, roughly, his hands running through her hair. He defrosted her lips. She melted, her love welling up out of her icy heart. She kissed him back.

Then he pulled back. And he saw Hermione's mug on the table. His face hardened.

"Who did you have here?"

She worked her newly defrosted lips. "Hermione."

He looked suspicious. She was terrified. Any tiny little thing could set him off.

"Are you sure it wasn't a man?"

She shook her head. To hide her trembling, she began to reach for her mug to sip some hot chocolate.

He pushed it away from her. His eyes were angry and hard. "Are you lying to me?"

Before she could tell him no, he hit her.

Her feeling she hides

Her dream she can't find

She's losing her mind

She's fallen behind

She can't find her place

She's losing her faith

She's fallen from grace

She's all over the place

Hermione came in later. Her scream echoed through the house when she saw him standing over Ginny. Ginny was on the floor. Blood was trickling down from a cut on her forehead.

"You...you...bastard!" Hermione spat, but even as she spoke, she was at Ginny's side with her wand pointed towards Draco Malfoy. "Don't you lay another finger on her!"

He stared at her. "Get outta my house, Granger."

"You get outta her life, Malfoy!" Hermione retorted. She summoned Harry and Ron. She couldn't react.

But when he was being taken away, Ginny, limp in Hermione's tender arms, fought. Screaming his name. Desperately calling for him to come back.

She wants to go home but nobody's home

That's where she lies broken inside

There's no place to go, no place to go

To dry her eyes broken inside

She didn't speak as she lay in the bed at St. Mungo's.

Hermione came to visit her every day. And her family came too. Her mother sobbed that she should have realized Ginny was being abused; her brothers vowed revenge.

But no amount of potions could heal her heart.

She could hear his voice echoing throughout her mind. His voice, telling her he loved her, at the same time screaming at her. His face, tender and adoring, but also contorted with rage as his fist came speeding towards her.

She wanted him to come back. She wanted him to go away.

The few times she drove him out of her mind, she was thinking about the river. The flowing, rushing river that could carry you away, far from all problems. It could end everything.

Maybe she would be able to start over if she gave herself to the river; to be at one with the flowing water.

When she heard he was gone, she didn't scream. She didn't cry. She was calm. She was peaceful.

Her family and friends were ecstatic that she seemed to be recovering.

For the first few weeks after her release from St. Mungo's, she seemed to be normal. She was quiet, but all assumed she would be fine.

But he had scarred her heart.

And one night, she went to the bridge over the river. And this time, nobody came.

She's lost inside, lost inside

She's lost inside, lost inside