Chapter Notes: This is my first poem. I don't own Ginny or her experience.
Please please please please please review if you read this.
Maybe someday I will be happy,
maybe someday Harry will love me,
but right now,
All I can do is hope.
I rode to my school on a bright red train,
Harry and Ron were not there on the way,
I was lonely.
I was lonely.
I searched for them for most of the day,
I found nothing and I stopped my ways.
I wrote in the diary that wrote back,
It told that I didn't need them.
I got to the sorting, Harry and Ron still not there,
I was a brave Gryffindor, with bright vivid hair.
I sat down on that long table,
Ate at the feast, but I still wasn't able to smile.
Smiling was vital to my friends and House,
But I still wasn't able to,
Becuase I wanted my brother and friend.
When I went to Hogwarts at first year I was timid,
when Fred and George tried cheer me up,
Percy was livid.
I wrote in the diary that I loved,
But it turned out being an evil one.
Long periods of time I can't remember,
What is happening to me, I don't know what.
I saw Percy and Penelope kissing, but I didn't care.
I tried to tell Harry and Ron about the Chamber,
But Percy was here,
And I couldn't make it.
I ran up to write in my diary.
But after that, I had a cut on my finger.
Another period not remembered,
I don't know what to do.
I wrote on the walls with my own blood,
In a trance with help from no one.
I wished to be free, I threw the book out.
But soon Harry found out.
He took the diary, I stole it back.
I put in in my book sack.
The biggest mistake I had ever made had bloomed,
I didn't know what I did,
I didn't know I was doomed.
Tom Riddle bid me to write my farewell,
I tried to fight back, but I was threatened to be killed.
I wrote the terrible words on the wall,
And went down, and was almost gone.
Soon I was taken down the Chamber,
And I almost died in that room.
I felt nothing, I felt dead,
But Harry saved me,
he spilled blood, warm and red.
A phoneix saved him from certain death.
I wasn't expelled,
and that was good,
Hermione told me that I should leave Harry alone,
and he would come to me on his own.
Maybe someday I will be popular,
maybe someday I'll be pretty.
Bt right now all I can say,
Is that I am thankful for my life today.
Oh maybe someday.
Oh maybe someday...