Author's Note: To be taken seriously.  I worked 

hard on this story, and cried as I wrote it...agh I 

scare even myself sometimes.  Elaina, Fido 

wouldn't let me review twice to say this, but 

thanks for realizing I already used 'Shadow.'  You 

could try...umm...well, maybe this will give you 

inspiration. ;)  Please review so that I can find out 

what you think...it takes two seconds, literally, 

just please.  I really want to find out if this is good 

or if it sucks to high heaven.  I love you ALL for 

reading this...thank you very much and enjoy, 

hopefully. 

Oh, SHOOT!  I forgot before...'Walking on Broken 
Glass' is by Annie Lennox.  Sorries!!  And get her 
CD 'Diva,' it's soooooo good!! 


You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew 
But I don't care for sugar honey if I can't have you 
Since you've abandoned me 
My whole life has crashed 
Won't you pick the pieces up 
'Cause it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass 

    Ginny looked across the Gryffindor table at Harry, 
framed between Cho and Ron, across from Hermione, 
with Fred and George on either side.  So lucky.  So 
popular.  So happy.  So wonderful; and she slapped 
herself mentally.  She'd promised herself that she would 
never love him again, not after he hurt her.  So why did 
it still feel like she was a target at an archery range and 
her heart was the bulls-eye? 

    Of course she always had known, deep down, that 
Harry didn't feel the same way she felt about her, but 
she'd always thought he'd just try to...well, it was over 
now.  It was over and she was never going to love him 
again.  She buried her feelings deep, deep, deep, as 
deep as they would go, and tried to ignore the tears 
pouring out of her eyes, bending over into her breakfast, 
falling down, down, down, down back into the depths of 
her heart and snatching her love and bringing it to light, 
like she'd done with Harry.  Reliving the whole 
humiliating experience, something out of a night 
terror... 

Walking on walking on broken glass... 

    "H-hey, Harry..." 

    "Hi, Ginny." 

    "Um...Harry, I...I have to -" 

    "Ginny, I have to get to Astronomy.  Tell Ron to tell 
me later, please." 

The sun's still shining in the big blue sky 

But it don't mean nothing to me 

Oh let the rain come down 

Let the wind blow through me 
I'm living in an empty room 
With all the windows smashed 
And I've got so little left to lose 
That is feels just like I'm walking on broken glass 

    Ginny was finally able to fight it back from her face, 
and dried her eyes in the girls' bathroom.  But she 
couldn't even manage a weak smile, even a shadow of a 
smile.  Harry, without knowing it, had killed her heart.  
She let the tears run down her face this time, not 
caring...the tears felt like blood...the blood that she felt 
was coming out of her heart like rain...rain...rain was 
like tears...tears again. 

    Her head was spinning, her thoughts were in circles.  
She couldn't see; her tears were blinding her like her 
love for Harry was blinding her, and now, he had taken 
that away too, made a stupid little little-girl crush out of 
it, and now she had nothing.  That last theft of her 
heart, her mind, her soul, had been too much to bear...it 
cast a dark curtain over life, and she couldn't see 
anything inside but a hint of light, others enjoying their 
fun.  Though the curtain she could see the outlines of 
Harry, Ron, Cho, Hermione... 

Walking on walking on broken glass 

    "No, Harry.  I've got to get it out now.  I -" 

    "Please hurry, Ginny..." 

    "I love you." 

    "Ginny, I can't...that's not true, okay?  Please 
just...just stop following me, please.  Please.  I can't - 
you'll get over - I just - I just have to get to 
Astronomy." 

And if you're trying to cut me down 
You know that I might bleed 
'Cause if you're trying to cut me down 
I know that you'll succeed 
And if you want to hurt me 
There's nothing left to fear 
'Cause if you want to hurt me 
You're doing really well my dear 

    Ginny couldn't help but wonder if he meant to do it.  
Astronomy.  Astronomy was so much more important 
than her.  Astronomy, Astronomy, Astronomy...the word 
screamed shrilly in her skull and she had to slide down 
slowly onto the bathroom floor, clutching her head, 
clutching her stomach, her heart, her mind, her 
soul...but she couldn't find anything to clutch. 

Now everyone of us was made to suffer 
Everyone of us was made to weep 
But we've been hurting one another 
And now the pain has cut too deep... 
So take me from the wreckage 
Save me from the blast 
Lift me up and take me back 
Don't let me keep on walking... 
Walking on broken glass 

    Ginny was shrieking for Harry to save her, yelling, 
calling, pleading, but then she knew...he couldn't save 
her.  Never.  He didn't want to.  He didn't even like her.  
He was the one who tortured her like this, not knowing, 
not thinking...she was beyond asking why.  She was 
beyond anything.  She was beyond herself, beyond 
Harry, beyond life...she rolled over on her side on the 
bathroom floor, crying without knowing, not hearing 
anything but her racked sobs as she kept replaying the 
scene in her head, over and over and over and over and 
over.... 

Walking on walking on broken glass 

    "Harry..." 

    "I'm sorry, Ginny, I'll see you at lunchtime..." 

    "Harry, wait!  You don't understand..." 


    Ginny rolled over again, and as she did she felt a sharp 
knife on the floor pierce into her heart.  Its blade was 
shaped like lightning...