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This fan-fiction was inspired by a tom riddle playlist. the channel name is olivalee but the video has since been removed.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“Ginny Weasley was a bright girl. Shy, yet confident, she could light up a room , especially with her bright hair—” He broke off, voice caught in his throat. Grief cast a shadow over his features, and a hand was placed upon his heart.

“—her bright hair which somehow was always brighter than ours, despite being the same shade. She was smart, and happy and hopeful. Ginny Weasley was young in body and soul.” Both of the twin boys’ eyes were heavy. They took turns to speak, as if they had a limit on their words.

It was understandable. Everyone in the school was feeling the pain ripple through the air, but no more than the young girl’s family. Two that looked exactly alike were stood at the podium, sniffling and reading her eulogy whilst a younger one was sat on the floor, as if the grief on his shoulders was too much to carry standing.

Behind, the family was huddled up together, along with close friends whispering reassurances to each other. The mother seemed shell-shocked.

Her only girl.

The entirety of Hogwarts was stood in front, faculty and students alike, showing their support silently in the chilly morning.

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Hollie shook her head, quietly paying her condolences to the family.

At least she has a family to grieve her. What do you have left?

She shook her head again, trying to remove the green tendrils that were creeping into her conscience. It was not a time to envy.

She felt tears prick at her own eyes as she recalled her mother’s funeral. She had sat at the back, avoiding everyone. After that, she was removed from home-schooling and plopped into Hogwarts full time. She were to remain at a fully paid Leaky Cauldron reservation during summertime, when the school was closed, and otherwise had a private dorm since she would be staying during other breaks.

Hollie tried desperately to remember how her mother smelt. How she looked. But her image was distorting. She was already forgetting her.

She wondered if the same thing would happen to the family in front of her. She doubted it. There were so many of them, and they all had shared features.

It would be hard to forget someone whom you would see in different faces of all the people you loved.

She turned back to the family. The younger boy was speaking now, trying hard to contain his sniffles. “Gin was m-m-m-my sister. I love her s-so-so much. She—” He let out a heart wrenching sob, looking towards his siblings for help.

Another one with a scar down his face stood up and decided to take over, consoling him and deciding to end the speech, each family member and friend having been able to say their part.

“Ginevra Weasley was the sweetest girl ever, but make no mistake, she was born for Gryffindor. She was fierce, loyal to a fault and had the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. She was a sister, a friend and a daughter. She was a person. She was here. And we will never, never forget what she’s left behind. May she rest in peace, our firecracker.”

And with that, everyone left the quidditch pitch, a small plot of grass left there dedicated to Ginny, leaving her mark upon and inside the world forever.