Don't ask me what I was thinking when I thought of this. I still don't know. But since my other story's at a standstill, I figured I might as well post this. Next chapter should be up in about a week.
"A cell in Azkaban, a year after the war has ended, a prisoner waits in her cell for the sunrise. She has been given a quill, ink and parchment. At dawn, she will be given the Kiss. Her name is Ginny Weasley.
Loving too passionately.
She has been condemned for her misguided actions. But they were for love. For Harry. Always for Harry.
She is not a whore. She never will be, despite what she has been accused of. Ginny risked it all for love. But her sacrifice was in vain.
Harry's heart was never hers and now it never will be.
And so she leaves this as her last will and testament."
I die tomorrow.
This is my last night in the waking world. Tomorrow, I will be given the Kiss and my soul will be no more. I will be an empty shell. For all intents and purposes, I will be dead.
But before that, before they tear my soul from my body and they run into the sunset to live happily ever after, I want to tell the world the truth.
Not what you've heard from the Daily Prophet. Not what you've heard from other people who assume they know the story. Not from those who see me as the evil jealous girl who was infatuated with Potter and wouldn't let him go.
No. I want to die with the real story out there.
The truth. That is my last wish.
I entered this world as Ginevra Molly Weasley, youngest child and only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, affectionately known as Ginny.
I leave it with a new title, one given to me by my newfound public.