Fragments of fire light; a wash of gold
Reflected stars on white canvases made
Mirror of a love and vision of a soul
Sought and found from the heart of a glade
"One," they have said, only is meant to be
To find those that the common do not see
And that is alit within the crimson of a dare
From the eyes of brown to narrow'd sighs
Transfixed on watercolour-like scarlet hair
That give you a hope, and like a none other high.

That poem I made up on the spot...sort of a tribute to Ginny and what J.K. hopefully one day will make of her. She's my favorite character, and some very finely written fanfiction (not on SS) have developed her so much that I can't stop from wishing that Ms. Rowling will do the same =)