Clouded in Light

Now I will tell you what I've done for you

50 thousand tears I've cried

Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me

Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself

Maybe I'll wake up for once

Not tormented daily defeated by you

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom

I'm dying again

She lay like she always did, alone. Silence pressed down on her ready to crush the air from her lungs. The air around her, freezing her life force to the page. Her eyes unseeing as they lay motionless inside her. The quill's ink falling creating black blemishes on her white skin. Her dull hair stained with the red of blood oozing from the jagged slash across her face. The black dress ripped where her white legs cut through like sharp knives, and a heart beating slowly, somewhere far away.

'Weasley. Weasley.' The cheek was cold under his skin. 'Ginny?' He smoothed the hair from the face, blood staining his fingers from the cut there. 'Oh God.' He stared at her. 'Why?' As if in answer his hand found the parchment.

I'm going under

Drowning in you

I'm falling forever

I've got to break through

I'm going under.

He stared at her. 'What have I done?' Here she was, the last hope. 'If only I... Wait, what's this?' He turned over the parchment to reveal a second poem in the same scripted handwriting.

If only I hadn't been so shy

If only I was braver

If only I could change the past

Then maybe I wouldn't be so lonely

If people thought I wasn't so perfect

If only they saw past my shell

Maybe they would find my legacy

He stood up and dropped her hand, which he didn't realise he'd been holding. 'Then it's true,' he whispered, more to himself than to the cold form in front of him. 'Then that means...' he bent down and took her ands in his. 'Ginny. Ginny listen to me. Hear my voice. Come back to me Ginny. We still need you,' he paused. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of her eye. 'That's it,' he said, 'Come on Ginny.' Slowly he began to feel her pulse getting stronger and her fingers warmer. All of a sudden she drew in a huge breath. It made him jump, but he took hold of her hands again until she was breathing normally. After another ten minutes or so her eyes flickered open. Once her eyes returned to normal she could then see properly. The first thing she saw was him, her saviour. He watched her eyes as they turned from confusion to recognition. She smiled a small smile. Then her fingers went to her face, her cheek where the gash was. She winced slightly when she touched it and saw the blood on her fingertips. Her eyes stayed down when she spoke.

'It's true isn't it?' She lifted her gaze to his. He didn't answer, just looked at her. 'Oh God,' she said as tears rolled down her face. He lent forward and wrapped his arms around her. She cried into his shoulder a bit before bringing her arms up to hug him back. He stroked her mattered hair and realised tears were forming in his eyes too. Oh God. That about sums it up, he thought.

They stayed like that for a good hour, maybe 2, maybe more; time didn't seem to matter to them at the moment. For there was a third piece of writing, on another piece of parchment, which he hadn't seen. Though he already knew what was written on it because he'd received one just the same.