A tale of reconstruction, a tale of life, a tale of crimes against magic, against goodness.

Ginny Weasley's formative years seemed bright, a flourish of paint on a canvas, of boys, and sports, and living. Her story was a tale of truth, a tale of life. She was a bright, candid photograph; her past would never hold that same light, but it needn't. She was good. Things were good for Ginny Weasley.