A/N: A Ginny drabble, goes hand-in-hand with my Ginny fic but can stand alone as well. These are harder than they look. Word count is a handy dandy tool. Umm… yeah. Read and review, please! ^-^;;


Who is that person in the mirror?

The pale freckled face is blank as a slate, brown eyes clear as seawater.

Dry lips part as sore vocal cords try to protest, but she is already dying as the syllable emerges.


To be a phoenix and rise from the ashes is not a simple task; one cannot rise from a death with only half a soul.

In life and death, you never leave with what you come with.

To be a phoenix…

Tears that do not heal run down her cheek.

And they lived happily ever after… without their princess.