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Note: the song belongs to Cyndi Lauper, the characters
J.K. Rowling. And this is my first fanfic! Yay!
You with the sad eyes,
don't be discouraged
oh I realize
it's hard to take courage
in a world full of people,
you can lose sight of it all...
and the darkness inside you
can make you feel so small
Ginny Weasley paced around her small room for the hundredth time
morning. She checked to make sure her room was in order-her bed
made up with a pale purple bedspread, threadbare stuffed animals
away out of sight, pretty glass perfume bottles and a vase of fresh
lilies decorating her white wicker dressing table. She normally
take this much care with her room, but today was different. Today
Potter would be arriving at her home after a miserable month with
Dursleys. Although she knew deep in her heart that he would most
keep to himself and Ron, Ginny wished fervently that he would open
to her. She wanted to chase away the thunderstorms surrounding him.
wanted to help him battle his monsters. She wanted to look into his
green eyes and tell him he was not alone.
She stopped pacing and looked at her reflection. Although Hermione
lectured her about the dangers of vanity, Ginny took a moment to
herself. Not pretty, just cute, she thought critically. Why should
poor Ginny Weasley, a silly girl hoodwinked by Tom Riddle at age
ever even think she had a chance with Harry?
She was snapped out of her reverie by a crashing sound coming from
kitchen fireplace and her mother calling her down to supper.
"Coming!" she hollered, slipping on a pair of sandals and dashing
But I see your true colors
Ginny ran into the kitchen, paused a moment to straighten her
and went to face Harry for the first time since the end of term. He
glancing around nervously, as if he couldn't believe he was really
among his friends. Despite her resolution to herself to remain
she felt her heart go out to him.
Harry looked at her oddly, and said "Hello Ginny."
She felt herself blush.
I see your true colors,
and that's why I love you...
Later that night, when the only sounds in the Weasley household
Percy's snores two doors down from hers, Ginny found herself lying
awake. It was odd to actually have the Harry Potter associated with
family. She thought back to her first memory of Harry. She had been
years old, peering through family scrapbooks, when a yellowed Daily
article caught her eye-The Boy Who Lived. She couldn't read the
but she stared at the picture. A tiny black haired baby with a deep
cut on his forehead, sleeping soundly wrapped in a fluffy blanket.
that day on, she tried to learn everything she could about the hero
had defeated the Dark Lord, but it was difficult and she didn't hear
about him until her brother Ron boarded the Hogwart's Express. From
first moment she had seen him on Platform 9 3/4, she had loved him.
was as simple as that. Not because of his defeat of Voldemort, not
of his fame, but because of the courage and goodness that her
self could see in that one instant. But who am I kidding? He just
me as a friend, if that much. She fell into a turbulent sleep.
so don't be afraid
to let them show...
As Harry's stay stretched on into late July, Ginny was pleasantly
at his behavior towards her. Sure, he still spent the bulk of his
around Ron, but at night, when none of them could sleep, he included
in his discussions. Deep discussions, too. Fears, doubts,
about the future. Although she secretly wished for more, she was
being his friend. After all, she mused, it's better than nothing at
One balmy night, Ginny felt extremely thirsty. Although she knew
rest of the house must have been asleep, she had to get a drink.
her feet into her pink slippers, she padded down to the kitchen. She
already gotten herself a glass of water when a voice sounded from
her, scaring her out of her wits.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
She flew around and found herself facing Harry. "No, I was thirsty.
long have you been up?"
Harry shrugged. "I couldn't sleep. I suppose it's too late for a
"Well, it is late. One in the morning isn't exactly a reasonable
"Just a short walk. I need to talk."
Ginny gulped, then followed him out to the meadow.
Show me a smile then,
don't be unhappy, can't remember when
I last saw you laughing.
if this world makes you crazy
and you've taken all you can bear
you call me up
because you know I'll be there...
They walked in silence for a while. Ginny had no idea what to say.
all, she had been dreaming about this moment for the past four
and it was finally happening. After what seemed like an eternity,
broke the ice.
"Ginny," he said slowly, "what was the worse moment of your
Ginny didn't have to think long about that one. "The Chamber of
Harry said nothing, so she continued. "I was so terrified down
I just knew he was going to kill me. And so ashamed. Everyone was
you for what I was doing. All I could do after he took me down there
pray for death, pray for the pain to end."
Harry thought for a moment, then said "At least you have your
Every time I see a reminder of my mum and dad, I feel like a little
of myself is dying." His voice clenched up, and Ginny was astonished
see a tear make its way down his cheek. "Why did they have to die?
couldn't I have just had a happy life with them?" Harry started to
down the path. Shocked, Ginny tore after him and found him sitting
a tree stump, crying in misery.
"Harry, please..." she began, lifting a hand to smooth his tears
Harry caught her wrist, then gently took her hands in his.
he leaned in towards her face. They bumped noses for a moment, then
position into a soft kiss.
Ginny froze in shock for a moment, then returned the kiss. They
that way for a long while, and when Harry drew back, he had a great
on his face.
Grinning back, Ginny took his hand, and they made their way back to
Your true colors,
true colors are beautiful...
like a rainbow...