In Light Darkness Prevails

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Dead

(A/N: OOC somewhat I guess, but I'm so sick of hearing the same thing I wanted to create something different.)

The room was dark, empty, hollow, lifeless. No one was in here. They couldn't see me. I was invisible. The tears had stopped and my throat was dry. I heard people outside, mumbling under their breath.

"How terrible."

"I wonder who did it."

"I heard there was a witness."

"Yeah, but she won't speak. I think she's still inside."

"Poor girl." I pulled the cloak closer to me. Hate churned inside of me. No matter how much I wished to stay, to remain numb, and to be hidden, I had to leave. I couldn't. I just couldn't remove myself from the floor. The moon shone through the window. My ring glinted as if to remind me of the pain. I felt nothing. It was a symbol of eternity, but the promise had not been sealed.

Pity would be the death of me. I had to stay strong. It all reminded me of him. The gentle breeze reminded me of his caress, the song of the wind reminded me of his words, and the grass reminded me of he love for the world. His love for life is what drew me to him. He was the one in a worse situation, but he continued to save me. Countless times he brought me back out of the darkness. Then the one time I could have saved him and repaid my debt unto him, I failed. All I did was watch him fall into nothing. He was lost, my love, my life, and my savior.

The sinking feeling in my stomach kept telling that the murderer would return. He would realize what I had witnessed. As an aurour you tend to find your gut feelings are what keep you alive. I had no where to go. Nothing to live for anyways, but the words I had heard only the day before kept ringing in my head.

"If anything happens to me Ginny, promise me you'll keep going," he said. I noticed the alcohol on his breath. He only drank when he was scared, but what was he scared of.

"Don't say that. We'll be fine." I had begun to cut the lettuce a little harder and ended up going crooked. My hand was shaking. I knew, but still refused to recognize it.

"Promise me." He lifted my arm so I'd stop cutting and look at him. His silver eyes still pulled the same tricks on me. For the last three years they had done that.

"I promise." He knew what I had not. He had felt the darkness coming through. Death was surrounding us, but I still was naive enough to think it would never happen to us. Purity never lasts. Innocence is corrupted. Above all else, never put yourself in a position where you can get hurt.

Fred's Mishap

Harry laughed at his friend. The idiot was trying to get on the table. It was good for a break. Ginny hadn't shown up for the past week for work, so they all decided it was time that'd they'd take a break, too. Hermione and Ron sat tight together laughing as Fred began dancing in a drunken craze. George would've loved to see this. Harry's smile faltered a little. He shook his head, now was not the time for him to get depressed. So much had happened that was sad. He needed now to be happy. Fred jumped off the table and took a waitress's hands. He began to make her tango. Luckily she was a good-hearted girl and doubled over laughing.

"Fred, sit down! You're making a fool of yourself!" Hermione said between laughs.

"Oh, let him Hermione. He won't remember tomorrow anyways. Even if he did he wouldn't care." Ron smiled wrapping his arm around her waist. When Ron moved his head to kiss her, Harry noticed a girl sitting in the back corner. It looked as if she was wearing a dark blue suit, but he couldn't tell. Her eyes glinted purple in the little light there was at the bar. She sipped a margarita crossing and uncrossing her legs as her hair framed her face as dark black. A waiter asked her something. Swinging her head he noticed a green streak of hair on the back of her head.

"Wha chu lookin at buuddddy!" Fred clamped his hand on Harry's shoulder, making him jump. Fred let his mouth hang open letting saliva dribble down his chin. "Damn! She's sa hot-E!" He headed over to the girl. Harry sat stunned. Fred wasn't really going over to talk to her. He wasn't so drunk to notice when a girl could quite possibly be bad news. Then again Fred never noticed that a girl could be anything other then hot. Harry also didn't see her as a bad person. She actually seemed rather interesting.

"Heh babae was uh wit you!" Fred pulled a chair close to hers and sat on it backwards. The left side of her mouth went up hinting that she found him entertaining.

"I'm doing just fine, thank you. How are you?" she replied politely. She looked over in Harry's direction and winked. Harry jumped. Had she noticed him looking at her? Was she watching him?

"Yu za hot-E! Ow bout u an me gittz ae blace o our on?" She still remained smiling. Fred moved his chair closer to her. His hand moved under the table, most likely slowly moving up her leg because her smile fell. She looked down at the poor drunken Fred. She brought her had up and hit his temple with the bottom of her hand. He collapsed unconscious.

"What the-!" Harry went over to pick Fred up off the floor.

"Don't worry it'll help with the hang over, trust me." She stood helping Harry pick up Fred to lay him across a near by booth.

"How hard did you hit him?"

"He'll probably be out until next afternoon. I'm sorry, but once a guy gets drunk enough to feel me up I feel I have the right to put him out of his misery." She smiled. Harry began to notice she had piercing, there was three on one ear, two on the other, one in her nose, and as well as her belly-button. Her suit turned out to only be pants and jacket of a navy suit as well as a white tank top that showed her stomach. She was skinny to a point she looked like bones. "I'm Mona." She held at her hand once Fred was taken care of.

"Harry, are you new around here?"

"I'm new everywhere." She grinned showing that she had very high cheekbones.

"What do you mean?" They sat down at Mona's table.

Prince Not So Charming

When I was young, people told me that someday I would find my very own Prince Charming. I've always been a huge romantic. Ever since I heard of the whole fairytale idea, I had always dreamed that some day someone would come along and save me. They would be handsome, they would be charming, and above all things they would be a great dancer. Odd, yes, but whenever I'd see the magical Prince Charming I always saw us dancing. They had to be hot. That's just a given, I mean what Prince Charming isn't easy to look at? That was when I was younger.

I grew up some and figured out looks aren't anything compared to the personality. Just because I could get a half-decent looking guy doesn't mean he'd be interesting. I still retained the dream that someday, someone would save me.

. . .

Dear Diary,

Draco Malfoy is a nuisance, conceited, and above of all a self-absorbed ass. Then why do I want him so bad? I know, I have a boyfriend. Besides he's a Malfoy and I'm a Weasley, we're complete opposites. Mother has always told me, "Opposites may attract, but that doesn't mean their compatible." I swear it's just one of those idiotic crushes that I'll get over in a week. For now I'm just going to have to deal with my own head. It's purely physical. I just know it. There's nothing there. Lust is the stupid key to this uninteresting puzzle. He's bloody hot! It's hard to ignore him, especially with him coming out of quidditch practice not wearing a shirt. If I start giggling over him I think I might just gag! I talked to him yesterday. Actually, it wasn't really talking it was more yelling.

He purposely knocked me over making me drop all of my stuff. I looked at him, mind you it was the glare of death not the oh-my-gosh-it's-him gaze. "You're going to help me pick that up." He smirked at me letting some of his blond hair fall over his eye.

"Now am I, Weasley?" He stepped closer to me, to a point his face was only a few inches away. I stood up straighter trying not to be intimidated by his height. He smiled, knowing I felt small. Slowly he bent down not breaking our gaze and handed me one at a time my books. "Better?" I continued to glare up at him. "You know," he took a hold of my chin, " Weasley, you are very stubborn." My legs went stiff once I felt his breath on my face. "It's too bad." Slowly he moved in closer.

"Hey! Ginny, where are you?" someone called coming around the corner. Draco dropped his hand and rushed off.

"Wait!" He froze. I regret it so much. I still don't know why I asked him to. " Meet me tomorrow, by the lake." He smiled and continued running. What is that supposed to mean? Is he coming? Am I really going to go meet him tomorrow? I don't know anymore. Thankfully I have a brain so I can work it out all through my head.

Gin