Well, my first fic Apostollo is still on but I had an idea for another one and I just couldn't wait! So, here it is! We all know by now what happens at DH to Harry and in what adventures he, Hermione and Ron get themselves into. But what happens meanwhile in Hogwarts? This story, written in first person, depicts Ginny’s point of view of DH. It will start as the actual DH did and then follow Ginny to Hogwarts, through the battle and perhaps a little further more.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and everything that has to do with him belongs to J.K.R. I’m just a fun that loves and admires her and her stories very much.
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A redheaded witch
Chapter 1 – Times Like These
My name is Ginevra Molly Weasley, but everybody calls me Ginny. I’m a sixteen year old witch and a Hogwarts student. Currently I’m back for my summer holidays to the Burrow, our house. I have six older brothers, a nightmare I assure you. Like everyone else in my family I have red hair…oh, and I’m in love. Actually I’ve been in love for almost six years now. I’ve been in love with the very same boy. Harry Potter.
Harry Potter is a seventeen year old wizard, also known to the wizarding world as The Boy Who Lived and more lately as the Chosen One. He wears glasses, has jet black hair and amazing green eyes that I just adore. He’s my brother’s, Ron, best friend and used to be my boyfriend for six weeks. He’s not anymore.
When Death Eaters invaded Hogwarts a month ago and our Potions professor proved to be one of them and murdered Albus Dumbledore, our Headmaster, Harry decided to stop our relationship for my own good. See Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all times that’s now ascending to power once again is after Harry. He’s been after Harry actually since Harry was one years old; he killed his parents and tried to kill him but failed and vanished. But he’s back now and he’s after Harry and the worst part is that after Dumbledore’s funeral Harry decided to go after him. And I couldn’t go with him.
The more I’m thinking about it the more stupid it seems to me. Not the fact that he wants to go after the most dangerous and most evil wizard ever but that I cannot be with him through it. Who does he think he is to decide for me? Why should Ron and his other best friend Hermione go with him and not me? The fact that Ron and Hermione are around all stressed up and all waiting for Harry so then can go do what Dumbledore has left them to do and they’re not telling anyone, doesn’t help either.
Harry is coming tonight. He has his birthday in four days, the 31th of July, and he cannot stay at his uncle and aunt’s house anymore because the protective spells Dumbledore casted so he can be safe there will break when he turns seventeen and Voldemort will be able to reach him. The Order of the Phoenix, an organization that fights Voldemort, to whom of course my parents and my eldest brother Bill belong, will escort him safely away without Voldemort and his supporters knowing – if they can.
I’m really cut up since he dumped me but I don’t blame him. I blame his nobility, but then again in times like these, nobility must be appreciated, right? I think that seeing him will only make it worse but I don’t care. I wanna see him. Because if he’s going to hunt down someone who’s determined to kill him and has a whole army of Death Eaters to help him achieve it then I wanna look into his eyes and hear his voice once again before he’s gone.
So here I am, waiting in our kitchen with my mother for them to return with Harry. Not only the members of the Order but also all my brothers, my future sister-in-law Fleur and Hermione went to help. And I didn’t. Sure, Ginny stay behind again. Stay behind and wait and worry.
My mother is going mad from anxiety. Ron and Tonks should be the first back but they missed their Portkey and mum…well…she didn’t take it very well.
“Mum, it’s okay”, I said for like the seventh time this evening. “They’re gonna be fine”.
“What if something happened?” my mother said in the verse of hysteria, her eyes never leaving the window towards our yard.
“Nothing happened, ma, they must..”
But my sentence was cut in the middle by my mother’s shriek. An ancient plimsoll appeared in front of eyes through blue sparks. My heart sank.
“Oh, no!” mum said. “That should have been Arthur and Fred’s Portkey! They missed it too!”
Ron, Fred and my dad were missing, Tonks too. What had happened?
I stood up and walked to my mourning mother and patted her shoulder.
“It’s okay, it’s okay mum”, I said once again trying to console her. I glanced outside through the window wondering if everything were really okay and I cried out as a blue light appeared in the darkness.
“MUM!” I yelled and we both run outside.
It was Harry and Hagrid. My heart lost a beat when I saw him.
“Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others” my mother cried.
“What do you mean? Isn’t anyone else back?” Harry panted.
Both mine and my mum faces whitened with that and Harry realizing the situation tried to explain to us what happened. Apparently the Death Eaters knew about it and ambushed them. I could hear Harry’s guilt that he didn’t know what happened to the others in his voice. I wanted to hug him but my mother beat me to it. She hugged him and then she went to fetch some brandy for Hagrid. She could have used magic but both Harry and I knew that she just wanted to hide her tears. I glanced at Harry and decided that I should inform him with all I knew.
Ron and Tonks should have been the first back but they missed their Portkey. Then my dad and Fred should have come. But none did. And now we were waiting for Lupin and George. That was all I knew.
Mum came from the kitchen carrying a bottle of brandy and after a while I shouted again as another blue light appeared and Lupin and George came into focus. They fell down. Something was wrong. Apparently George had lost an ear! Yes, an ear. I felt a sickening feeling building inside me but I tried to supress it. I wouldn't help by losing it now. George was out and in a more fragile state than I had even seen him. Mum and I carried him inside in the sitting room and as Harry and Lupin returned to the kitchen I stayed to help her clean the wound and mostly remain sane. Her hands were trembling. Could you blame her? I looked down at my brother's white face wishing he would be alright; any other option seemed horrible to me and my hands couldn't help but tremble a little themselves. We cleaned the wound but mum couldn’t make his ear grow back. After a while Harry came in again. His face was rather paler than usual. I wondered how mine was.
“I can’t make it grow back, not when it’s been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse…he’s alive”, my mum told him.
“Yeah”, Harry said. “Thank God”.
“Did I hear someone else in the yard?” I asked.
“Hermione and Kingsley”, said Harry.
"Thank goodness", I whispered.
I looked at him. And at that moment I sensed that he wanted to hug me. He wanted to hold on to me just as much as I wanted to flung my arms around him and find comfort in him. But before I could do that my father returned with George’s twin, Fred.
Both dad and Fred looked devastated to see George in that state. But thankfully George opened his eyes and looked at them. He seemed alright. He even made a joke about being holey. I didn’t really listen. I was staring at Harry’s worried and full of guilt face.
He motioned me to follow him outside and I did. As we walked together through the kitchen I told him that Ron and Tonks should have been back by now. I regretted saying it the moment it left my lips because I saw Harry’s face whiten even more and terror appearing in his eyes. Without really thinking it I took his hand into mine. His hand was cold. I didn’t mind; mine was warm enough for the both of us. I wanted to ease his fear by this and I think I did, at least I know I eased mine.
A little while later Ron and Tonks returned; thankfully. Hermione flung herself to Ron and I couldn't help myself but trying to supress a grin. When will they come to their right minds and realize they love each other? Then again it took Harry six years, didn't it? I sighed and walked back inside and brought mum and dad out to see Ron. Just as my mum was thanking Lupin and Tonks, Bill and his bride to be Fleur came on a Thestral. Bill looked more solemn than I had ever seen him and Fleur was sobbing.
“Mad-Eye’s dead”, Bill said.
Everyone including me froze at the sound of this. Mad-eye was an auror, the ultimate survivor, someone you expected to live through anything and he was dead. Dead. We walked inside all still deep in shock. Harry I knew was only blaming himself. We drank some Fire Whisky and they started discussing about the attack and how the Death Eaters knew about it. Harry said that he didn’t think that anyone of us will ever sell him to Voldemort. I couldn’t agree more. We all loved Harry and would give our lives for him. But then again how did they know?
I guess that in times like these you couldn’t really trust anyone. Not even your own shadow. I shuddered but nobody noticed. At least Harry was here and he was alright. But for how long that would be I didn’t know.


-Angie-

What is this?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Another fic!?!?!?!?!!?!?!? Wow....you kept that quiet!!!!!!!!!!!! Interesting start....can't wait for the next part because I'm guessing Gin is gonna kiss Harry in that, isn't she???
Oh, btw this new fic doesn't mean that you're not gonna keep posting on Apostollo, right???? Cause I really wanna know what happens there!!!!!!!!
*Kate*
P.S: Hey I'm your first reader!!!!!!!!

Oh my God!!!!!
Great start, i'm glad u didn't wait till u finished Apostollo!

PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS (......on both please : )

Shell

Fantastic!!! can't wait for more PAMS !

xLillyx

wow....nice...i always wanted to know Ginny's version and your start has just sort of fitted in the perfect gaps for the Ginny...liked it a lot...waiting for more

Hi guys, I'm back!!! I'm really excited that you've replied!!!!! I hope you'll like this chapter!!!!!!! Please reply!!!!!!

Chapter 2 – Hanging by a moment
I really didn’t know how I felt; or how I was supposed to feel. Mad-eye was dead and his body was yet to be found; my brother was holey in addition to my other brother who was scarred terribly from Greyback; news of people getting killed or kidnapped arrived every day and I had to use all my determination to keep myself cool and chill around Harry. And above all that we had a wedding to prepare.
My eldest brother, Bill, is getting married in four days and the ceremony will take place here, at the Burrow. So we had a little time and a lot to do. My mother had everyone doing chores all day long including Harry, Ron and Hermione, but strangely enough they were never to do something together.
I knew what this was about. Mum was freaking out about them leaving to do whatever Dumbledore has left them to do, so she was trying to keep them from meeting and planning. A bit silly I know, but deep inside me I kept wishing it would work and delay them. I knew there was nothing we could do to stop them; I knew that it was like trying to avoid the unavoidable but quite honestly I didn’t think that I could cope with them leaving. And it wasn’t just that they would leave. No. They would leave to go after Voldemort and the Death Eaters and go and try save the freaking world. And with all those people getting hurt everyday it was hard for me to believe that they wouldn’t be harmed.
But every time I caught myself thinking like that, I would stop me. I couldn’t be thinking like that. First of all, it wasn’t just about me missing my brother and my best friend and the boy I loved; it was about the best of the wizarding world and they only knew a way to put an end to all the suffer, so I couldn’t be selfish about it. Then, I should stop thinking that they’re going to get hurt; I should have faith. Faith in Harry, faith in Dumbledore and faith to anyone who’s up there that He won’t let anything bad happen to them. So, as much as I didn’t want to let them leave, as much as I wanted to cling on Harry and beg him to stay, I knew I would have to let them go…I would have to let Harry go.
One of those nights before the wedding and Harry’s birthday we laid down the table for dinner together and I could see how irritated Harry was with my mother for not giving him enough time alone with the other two.
“I think Mum thinks that is she can stop the three of you getting together and planning, she’ll be able to delay you leaving”, I told Harry in an undertone. He didn’t look up at me but sighed.
“And then what does she think is going to happen? Someone else might kill off Voldemort while she’s holding us here making vol-au-vents?” he said under his breath.
I froze. There it was. Everything I thought, everything I guessed, everything I dreaded confirmed by a little comment that just slipped from Harry. After a few moments he seemed to realize what he said and looked up at me.
“So it’s true?” I asked and was surprised that my voice sounded calm. “That’s what you’re trying to do?”
But I didn’t even had to ask. He muttered something about him joking but the truth was so obvious that seemed solid to me. A huge solid rock crashing my heart. And suddenly I was pretty aware of the fact that no matter how much faith I had, there was a big chance that once he left I was never to see him alive again. Never to be his girlfriend again. And that there was a pretty good chance we wouldn’t spend another hour in some secluded corner, like we did back in Hogwarts last year. And as we stared at each other the tension between us was electrifying the air around us and all I wanted was to cast that stupid table out of my way and touch him and wrap my arms around him and kiss him and…
The door opened and we both jumped as my dad, Bill and Kingsley walked in. I even dropped some of the forks I was holding in my hands. I scooped down the table to pick them up but also to hide my red face. When I stood up Harry had left the room. But it didn’t matter because I had just decided what I would do, what I should do. Harry was going off to fight some madman and I wanted him to come back. His birthday was in a couple of days so I was going to give him something he would want to come back for.

The Delacours, Fleur’s parents, were to arrive today for the wedding. Well, I only knew that if they were anything like their arrogant daughter, it would be too much for me to take. Then again all that was for Bill and I loved Bill very much, so I obediently followed my mother’s bidding and replaced my favorite jeans with a dress. We were all waiting outside for them and dad to come, all of us forced by my mother to look smart. And there they were…
Okay, okay I admit it they weren’t bad. They seemed pleased with everything and ready to help with anything. They even insisted to sleep in the sofa but my mother was more persistent. I kind of liked them. Well, almost all of them. Fleur’s mum and dad were alright but I constantly had to suppress the urge to put Gabrielle’s head through a wall. Gabrielle was Fleur’s little sister, just as beautiful, just as blonde and way more irritating if possible. Like it wasn’t enough that she babbled in rapid French all the time and had an opinion on everything to the color of our kitchen to the fact that I shouldn’t wear jeans all the time because I looked like a tomboy, every now and then I would caught her eyeing Harry. My Harry. So like I said, it was really hard for the little tomboy not to put her little angel head through a wall.
Anyway…
Finally, the day I was waiting for came. No, not the wedding. The day before the wedding. Harry’s birthday. I didn’t go down for breakfast; I just stayed and waited in my room. I knew that someone like Gabrielle or Fleur would have gotten all dressed up and put on the entire make-up set for this, but I didn’t; I just wore my ordinary shorts and a yellow t-shirt. I was who I was and that was how Harry liked me. After a few minutes I heard him, Ron and Hermione walking up the stairs; Hermione was talking about packing. I shook my resentment at this off and opened the door.
I came face to face with them.
“Harry, will you come in here a moment?” I said then. I saw Ron stopping at his tracks but thank God for Hermione who drugged him upstairs. Harry followed me inside. I was nervous before I opened the door but I felt calm when I closed it. I took a deep breath and looked up into his face; God, I loved those eyes!
“Happy seventeenth”, I said never taking my eyes off his face.
“Yeah…thanks”, he said avoiding my stare. I could feel him getting nervous but just loved that.
“Nice view”, he said but I ignored that. Actually I didn’t ignore it, I just acted like I did, while in the back of my mind I thought that, small comfort though it was, at least he didn’t have the flirt thing, so we were safe there.
“I couldn’t think what to get you”, I said. I could feel my face turning a bit red but I disregarded it.
“You didn’t have to get me anything”, he said.
I disregarded that too. If I thought I should give him something, he will take it and be thankful about it.
“I didn’t know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you”, I said walking closer to him. He looked up at me and I smiled at him. “So then I thought I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing”, I added taking one more step closer to him. I felt nervous again but it was either this or I was going to hung a sign that said ‘mine’ around his neck.
“I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest”.
I smiled. Suck on that, Gabrielle.
“There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for”, I whispered. And then I kissed him. I half expected him to pull back but he didn’t and that just thrilled me. For a few seconds he just let me kissing him but then he started kissing me back and it was our best and most passionate kiss. I felt his hand on my back and the other in my hair and I had mine wrapped around his neck as our kiss was becoming deeper and deeper and I felt like I could stay like this forever with his lips attached to mine and his hands around me and my heart beating like crazy and…
And the door banged open. We jumped apart, both slightly out of breath as Ron walked in.
“Oh”, Ron said. “Sorry”.
“Ron!” Hermione was just behind him.
If I could slam the door at their faces I would. If I could cast the Bat Bogey charm upon them I would. If I could grab my entire desk and crash my brother’s head with it I would. But I couldn’t. Why? Because I felt that if I did the slightest movement I’d fell apart. I just wanted them to leave.
“Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry”, I said with what I thought was a flat voice and turned my back at them. I knew that the moment Ron came in Harry had remembered we couldn’t be together, remembered why we couldn’t. I felt the tears burning hot behind my eyelashes, but I wouldn’t cry. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t cry. Harry followed the other two out but before he left he stopped at the door.
“I’ll see you later” he said and closed the door.
The moment the sound of his steps was extinguished a sob left my lips and the tears started running down my cheeks. Great. Amazing. I imagined ‘I’ll miss you”‘s and “I love you”‘s and all I got was an “I’ll see you later”. I fell on my bed and wiped my eyes. I felt disappointed and angry. The next time I’ll see Ron I’m killing him! I sighed. I still couldn’t believe what had actually happened. My perfect moment that I planned all night long was interrupted from that prat of a brother of mine. I grunted to myself.
After a few minutes of staring at my ceiling there was a small knock on my door. I sat up my heart racing; was it possible that Harry came back?
“Yes?” I said.
Hermione walked in. I exhaled frustrated and fell back on my bed.
“Hey Ginny”, she said. I grunted in reply. “Sorry I couldn’t retain Ron”, she said.
I placed my hands on my ears.
“Don’t say that name!” I said angrily. Hermione sighed and sat next to me.
“Ginny…”
“Don’t start with me Hermione!” I snapped sitting up again. “You’re leaving in a couple of days, I have no idea when are you coming back and I don’t even know if I am ever to see Harry again and…”
“Ginny”, Hermione stopped me. “Ginny, I know”.
“It’s not fair”, I said.
“I know”, she nodded. “But I guess not much is fair these days”.
“Are you gonna take care of him?” I asked her. She smiled.
“You know I will”, she said.
“And are you gonna beat the hell out of any fan girls that may go for him?”
“I promise”, she nodded and we laughed. Then I looked at her. “What?” she said.
“When are you gonna do something?” I asked her.
“About what?” she asked back innocently, but I knew she knew about what I was talking about because her cheeks had turned red.
“Are you gonna make me say his name?”
“Ginny, we’ve talked about this”, she said tiredly avoiding my stare.
“Yes and I didn’t get anything out of you”, I said.
She sighed and stood up.
“Well, the party will start any minute now, aren’t you coming down?” she said avoiding the subject.
“Fine, avoid the subject as much as you want”, I said standing up. “Yes I’ll come down”, I said. “Since you guys are gonna leave me behind and go off to fight the dark forces of evil alone, I guess I should spend as much time with you as I can”.
“With the ‘you guys’ I’m guessing you mean Harry?” she teased me opening the door.
“Do you want me to go back to what we were discussing before?”
“I’m sure your mum will have something really delicious ready”, Hermione said hastily running down the stairs. I chuckled to myself and followed her down. Well, all in all at least I got one pretty damn good kiss.

-Angie-

awesome loved it...keep writing...i so feel Hermione would have actually come back and talked to Ginny...but i dont think that was there in DH...so good...really nice...and was Ginny talking about Ron?i guess that was it,right?
pamsies...

^Well it could have happened but Harry wouldn't know about it, would he? And in the DH we get only Harry's point of view.....
Anyway, I loved it!!!! I think your Ginny is amazing!!!! Ha, a tomboy!!! Lol!!!!!

I love it!! i'm seeing DH in a whole new way

PAMS PAMS PAMS

Shell

this is so good!

new reader

pams

Loved it, cant wait for more, Your using Ginny's point of view is a brilliant idea - it make the whole of dh seem more filled out then just seeing harry's

PAMS !

xLillyx

I'm glad you guys like it so far...tell me what you think about this...
Chapter 3 – To wish impossible things
The day of Bill’s wedding the sky was bright blue and the sun was burning hot. We were all awakened by my mother’s yells really early in the morning. Gabrielle and I were the bride’s maids and according to our role we were supposed to help Fleur get ready. Truth be told I didn’t get to do a lot of things, since my mum, Madam Delacour and Gabrielle seemed to have taken control of things. Fleur herself was more irritating and conceited than ever, so I was rather delightful to sit on the bed undetected and just watch them argue over how bright her eye shadow was and how her hair should look like.
But my presence was bound to be noticed at some point and so it did.
“Ginny!” my mum yelled when she caught an accidental glimpse of me. “Aren’t you dressed yet? Look at Gabrielle! Go! Go get dressed now! Now or you’re gonna delay the entire wedding!”
My mother; always exaggerating. But my sense of self preservation told me not to argue with her, so I stood up and followed her out of the room. Before I did so however I looked at Gabrielle. She was already dressed in her golden dress and looked more like a little angel than ever. I sighed as I left the room. I was never the competitive type; who am I kidding? I was always the competitive type. And I wasn’t going to let Gabrielle be prettier than me. Not when she dared call me a tomboy and lay her eyes on Harry.
My mum fixed my hair on a beautiful bun with some golden flowers here and there. Then I put on my make-up and then it was my turn to wear the golden dress Fleur had picked out for her bride’s maids. I looked myself at the mirror. I looked nice but I didn’t like the dress much. I thought that it made me look like a thirty year old since it was knee-length and pads on the shoulders.
I grunted and then I hurried to the door, looked outside if anyone was coming and then closed it. Okay, okay, I know we are not allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts before we turn seventeen but the house was full of wizards and witches so how would the Ministry know and after all it was an emergency. I took out my wand and pointed it on the filling around my shoulders; murmuring some incantations inside my teeth I made it disappear. Then I turned my wand at the end of the dress and murmured some words intending to make it a bit shorter. It worked better than I thought and the dress sure was far too low-cut for my mum’s liking but I did like it and I hoped that in the fuss of the wedding she wouldn’t notice.
I looked myself at the mirror again. That was more like it. I have to say though that even in my new low-cut dress, I had never been dressed more formal than this. But this was a special occasion right? It was Bill’s wedding day. And as I stared at my reflection in the mirror my thoughts drifted to someday in the future when I would get married. Don’t get me wrong. I am not the kind of girl that dreams about that day all the time, wishing she would get married soon; actually this was the very first time I thought of it. How would it be like? Getting married? No, not the ceremony and the flowers and the dresses and all of that. The time after that. How would marriage be like?
I exhaled deeply when the next thought formed inside my mind. Who would I get married with? Well, I already knew who I wanted to get married with. The problem was that it seemed rather unlikely. I wouldn’t allow myself to think that Harry may not live long enough, but the fact remained that he wouldn’t even let me be his girlfriend, was it likely that he’d let me be something…more? I didn’t think so. No with Voldemort and Death Eaters at his tracks. Yet, I couldn’t help myself but forming an image in my head with me dressed in a white gown, much like Fleur’s, walking down the aisle to him. And as I reopened my eyes I realized that they were full of tears. So much for my hardcore self. And as I wiped them away I promised myself that if it wasn’t Harry, it wouldn’t be anyone else.

The wedding was beautiful. Fleur looked even more stunning than usual and her light seemed to radiate on everybody. When she stood across from my brother, Bill looked more blissful and happy than ever and it was like he had never met Greyback. During the entire ceremony, my mother, Mrs. Delacour and Hagrid seemed to be racing each other on who could cry more. When the ceremony was finished and Bill and Fleur were officially husband and wife the marquee vanished and we were all standing beneath a canopy supported by golden poles that matched my dress and in the center a dance floor was formed, upon which our…well…weird…friend Luna started dancing by her own.
After a while I found myself dancing with Lee Jordan, Fred and George’s best friend. He was nice and funny but I could see he was hitting on me and I felt rather uncomfortable with that. I was glancing around over Lee’s shoulder to find Harry’s jet black hair among the crowd but then I remembered that he was under disguise and that it wasn’t likely he would agree to dance with me anyway. I sighed but I had promised myself that I would enjoy the wedding so I let Lee keep spinning me around.
Next to us I could see Ron and Hermione dancing together and I had to suppress the smug smile that my lips went to make. Ron seemed determined not to let Hermione next to Viktor Krum, her ex, and Hermione just seemed delightful to be dancing with my brother. God! It was so obvious that they should be together that it was hard for me not to go and yell it to their faces. But I knew for a fact that none had admitted it yet to themselves let alone to each other. I only hoped that they would realize it soon.
When I couldn’t dance anymore I joined Luna, who sat by her own to the table next to the dance floor.
“Hello Ginny”, she smiled at me. I smiled back and sat down next to her. I loved Luna. She was a bit weird I admit it and ready to believe everything her father believed but other than that she was an amazing person with loads of gifts. “How are you?”
“I’m fine, thanks Luna”, I told her. “I just got tired of dancing”.
“You got tired of dancing or did you got tired of dancing with Lee Jordan?” she asked me with her. Intuition was one of Luna’s gifts. I exhaled tiredly and looked at her.
“Is it so obvious?” I asked.
“That Lee Jordan is not the one you want to dance with? Yes. See, you’ve got that face on”, she said simply looking at the dancers.
“What face?” I asked confused.
“The ‘I want to be with Harry Potter’ face”, she said brightly. I snorted in reply but I grabbed a spoon from the table, hopefully unnoticed by Luna, and looked my reflection in it. I did not have some freaking face on. No. There was no way my face said that! No way!
“Have you guys seen Hermione and Harry?” Ron asked approaching us and holding three Butterbeers and I jumped dropping my spoon and trying to readjust my face.
“Well, now that you mention it Ron, I think I saw Hermione walking that way”, Luna said in her dreamy-like tone pointing at the left side of the dance floor. Ron nodded and made to walk the way Luna had pointed but then he stopped. There at the middle of the dance floor a lynx Patronus appeared. The Patronus opened its mouth and spoke with Kingsley Shacklebolt’s voice.
“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming”.
It took me one minute to comprehend what the Patronus said and a whole another minute to react. I jumped on my feet drugging my wand from my dress as Luna did the same and Ron dropping the Butterbeers run across the dance floor looking for Harry and Hermione. People all around us were screaming and running at every direction and then Luna’s father was there, grabbed her arm and they Disapparated. I looked around. I could see masked Death Eaters apparating among the crowd and from every direction. Then my mother was next to me, grabbing my hand and yelling protective spells. I copied her as I was trying to make out in the running crowd a familiar face but all I could see was cloaked and masked Death Eaters yelling spells.
I knew they were here for him. For Harry. I was looking at every direction terrified trying to spot any sign of him or Hermione or Ron but they were nowhere to be found. And then I saw Hermione and next to her Ron and next to her a redheaded boy that I knew was Harry in disguise. Hermione was holding their hands as she turned on the spot. And I stood there taking in the moments before they Disapparated. And then they were gone. And for all I knew this could be the very last time I saw any of them alive.

-Angie-

awesome...i so felt as if i was revisiting DH again...but frm ginny's side...that was really nice...

fantastic, you've written it from her view brilliantly - I liked the bit about changing the dress pams !

xLillyx

Okay, no more taking lines from J.K.....Tell me what you think about this chapter..

Chapter 4 – Dum Spiro Spero
As I watched the landscape changing outside my window memories of the last month were coming back to me. As it turned out the Death Eaters didn’t know that Harry was actually at the Burrow; they invaded all of the Order’s known hideouts looking for him the moment they had the Ministry’s power behind them and were able to break through our protective enchantments. Scrimgeour, the Minister, was murdered and my father told us that since they didn’t know where Harry was it meant that he hadn’t betrayed him. Of course that wasn’t what they told the wizarding world. Officially Scrimgeour had resigned and Thicknesse was only filling in for him.
Lies. Everything the Daily Prophet wrote those days was merely lies and Voldemort’s propaganda. The worst part? They told everybody that Harry Potter was wanted for questioning about Dumbledore’s murder. Yeah that’s right, they were making people believe that Harry was behind it! Harry! Harry, who loved and admired Dumbledore more than anyone; I couldn’t believe it when my father came home bringing those news with him. It was simply outrageous. But the final hit came as August wore on: Severus Snape, the official murderer of Dumbledore, had been named Headmaster of Hogwarts.
“I am not going back”, I had announced to my mum and dad the day we learned about this.
“Yes” mum had nodded. “I think that this will be for the best”.
I thought that my mother was going to object and that we were going to fight so I was a little taken aback by the fact that she had agreed with me.
“She cannot not go”, my father had exhaled then.
“Oh, dad, don’t tell me I have to argue with you now!”
“No, Ginny you don’t have to argue with me because it’s not my decision”, he had said and then pointed at the Daily Prophet on our table. “Attendance is now compulsory for every young witch and wizard”.
“What?” both I and my mum had shouted.
“Yes and as it seems Snape is not going to be the only Death Eater in Hogwarts either”, he had gone on. “The Carrow siblings, known Death Eaters, are gonna be your teachers as well”.
“I am not sending my daughter to a school full of Death Eaters!”
“We don’t have a choice Molly”, dad had sighed again. “Not send her will be worse than actually sending her”.
And so there I was, sitting in a compartment on Hogwarts express all by my own. My mother was reluctant to let me go but as my dad had said we didn’t have much of a choice. I just couldn’t imagine how Hogwarts was going to be like with Snape as a Headmaster. Oh, I wasn’t afraid of him. Hell, no. I just thought that it would be really hard for me to follow my mother’s advice to stay low and not cause any commotion. And then, it was the first time I was going to be the only Weasley at Hogwarts since Ron was gone and all of my other brothers had graduated. I knew it would happen at some point but not so soon. Hogwarts would be very different this year, I was sure about that.
The door of my compartment opened and I jumped out of my thoughts. It was Neville followed by Luna.
“Finally we found you Ginny”, Luna smiled, the radishes daggling from her ears (don’t ask) swaying as she and Neville sat across me.
“Yeah, for a moment I was worried that you weren’t coming back”, Neville said.
Neville was at the same year as Harry, Ron and Hermione, which meant a year older than me and Luna. He was also a Gryffindor like me and unlike Luna who was a Ravenclaw. Yet, no one ever really seemed to understand why Neville was in Gryffindor, which was the house of those with chivalry and braveness and courage (the house in which every Weasley had belonged to I might add, as well as the house where Harry and Hermione belonged too). Everybody thought of Neville pretty much as a pitiful loser who got into Hogwarts by mistake. I didn’t agree though. I knew Neville was more than that. He had shown some of his true self back when Harry was teaching us how to fight in the DA meetings and when we were fighting the Death Eaters at the Ministry in my fourth year. I knew Neville was brave and capable to do great things, even if he didn’t know it or believed it himself.
“I had to come back, right?” I told him tiredly. “None of us had much of a choice, did we?”
“Yeah”, Neville nodded. “I know what you mean. Gran wasn’t so sure I should go back but then we learned we had to”.
Neville’s parents were tortured into madness, back when Voldemort had disappeared after trying to kill Harry, by Bellatrix Lestrange. Bellatrix Lestrange was something like Voldemort’s lieutenant, utterly mad, bloodthirsty and insanely obsessed with Voldemort. After what she did she ended up in Azkaban and Neville to live with his grandmother; Neville still lived with his grandmother but Bellatrix, as the majority of the captured Death Eaters, was now free or a better word would be…loose.
“Oh, Ginny is that your Owls?” Luna asked me looking at the paper at my hands. I glanced down at it and then looked back at Luna.
“Yeah, they arrived a bit late, but I suppose we have little to expect from a Death Eater filled school”, I said. Luna nodded and pulled her own grades out of her cloak. We swapped and I looked down at her grades. She had gotten eight Owls, two with Outstanding. I beamed at her.
“You did great, Luna!”
“You didn’t do so bad yourself either, Ginny”, she smiled back at me as she and Neville looked down at my seven Owls with an Outstanding at Defense against the Dark Arts. Thank God for Harry’s schooling before I gave the exam last year. It was back when we were a couple and Harry, as an expert in the area, had agreed to give me some private lessons even if he had abandoned the DA. Most of those lessons had ended up with us snogging but I got to learn some extra things. And for a moment I allowed my mind to drift back to those moments Harry and I had spend alone and how he never mocked me when I screwed up and how he would lift me up and spin me around whenever I got the spell right and how he kissed me under the big tree near the lake and…
“Ginny? Ginny! Are you still with us?”
Neville’s voice brought me back to reality and I had to shake my head a bit to wake up.
“Yeah, sorry”, I said.
“You know it could have been a…”
“No, it wasn’t Luna”, I said before she could roll out another crazy theory. “I was just thinking that I got my Outstanding at DADA because of Harry”.
Neville and Luna exchanged a look. They both became rather serious by the mention of Harry’s name.
“Where do you think he’s at?” Neville said quietly. “Harry?”
I shrugged.
“Wherever he might be I’m sure he’s okay”, Luna said in a tone that made it clear how definite she was about it.
“I hope so”, I sighed and looked outside the window again. “You know that Ron and Hermione are with him, right?” I went on, not taking my eyes from the landscape outside.
“But I thought Ron was home with spattergroit”, Neville said confused and I took my eyes off the window so he could see me rolling them. “He’s not home with spattergroit?”
“No, Neville, that’s just what the Ministry and Hogwarts think”, I told him. “But you know I only told you because I trust you guys, you can’t tell…”
“Ginny, do you really find it likely that we are going to tell?” Luna asked me and I sighed relieved, then turned on the window again. They were somewhere out there. Harry was somewhere out there.
“Why have they gone? What are they doing?” Neville asked me but Luna answered.
“Well, after Death Eaters invaded the wedding of Ginny’s brother, trying to find Harry and since the entire Ministry power is searching for him, he couldn’t stay, could he? And Ron and Hermione joined him”.
“I know all that Luna”, Neville said. “I only asked if Ginny knew what they are going to do now that they are on the run”.
“I am not sure”, I said. “But from what I got from them during the summer, Dumbledore had left them something like a mission and from what Harry let slip once he is going to go after Vol…after You-Know-Who”, I ended remembering what my father told us about the so called Taboo that had been set on the name, so that anyone who dared say it, would get tracked.
Luna and Neville remained silent for a while taking what I said in. I knew I could trust them because Harry trusted them too, they were good people. There wasn’t anyone else left for me to trust anyway.
“What about Snape?” Neville said after a while.
“It’s really disturbing that they choose to place Snape at the position of professor Dumbledore”, Luna nodded.
“Yes, especially since it was Snape the one who killed Dumbledore!” Neville said irritated taking the words out of my mouth.
“Well, I am not going to listen to anything he says for one thing”, I said.
“Well, we’re going to have to find ways to undermine Snape’s new regime”, Neville said and I smiled at him.
“Neville, you are reading my mind!”
“Maybe we could start Dumbledore’s Army again”, Luna said. We both looked at her.
“But Luna Harry is not here to teach us”, I said.
“He taught us enough and well”, Neville said turning his eyes from Luna to me. It was quiet obvious that he was thinking the same thing as Luna did. “We could get the old DA members back together and form some kind of an underground organization”.
“But DA is an underground…”
“Yeah, but this time we won’t be learning spells, Ginny! We are going to take action!” Neville said excited at the idea.
I wasn’t sure. First of that would mean that we’d had to trust all the old DA members to help us and plus it really wouldn’t feel like Dumbledore’s Army without Harry. I sighed as Luna and Neville were looking at me longingly.
“We’ll see”, I said. “Once we’re at school we will be able to decide how is best to react”.
“But we are reacting, right?” Neville asked me. I nodded.
“Oh, yes, Neville”, I told him. “We are reacting”.

-Angie-

aw...this one was good too...waiting for more...keep writing...i can see Neville changed so much...its good to read the courageous Neville...

yey - great - Loved Neville and Ginny's memories lol

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xLillyx

Okay guys I'm sorry but I was planning to post today along with the post on Apostollo but sadly the next chapter is not finished and I may not be in computer reach for the next couple of days....but I'll try my best to post as soon as I can...
Thanks for reading (although I'd have to say I would love some more new readers...just saying lol...)
-Angie-

Take aslong as you need and i'll get recruting for readers lol

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Hi ! I'm Kerri NEW READER :L I love your story its really good Keep it coming

This seems better the longer you're posting!!!!!!!!!!!! Please post more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PAMS!!!!!!!!!!
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Sorry for taking so long....and thanks for reading....


Chapter 5 – First Day on a Brant New Planet
At first nothing seemed different. We took the carriages that drove us from the platform to Hogwarts. Neville, Luna and I got into one together and Luna was showing us the article her father let her write on Quibbler, his paper. She was really excited about it and I couldn’t blame her; it must feel nice to write something for other people to read, though I didn’t think I could actually do it. What was I going to write about? The only topic on which I was completely informed on was Quidditch; yeah, I think I would be able to write about Quidditch. Anyway, all seemed the same.
But then we got off the carriages. There wasn’t any strict Professor McGonagall waiting for us at the top of the stairs but an angry looking man, which I recognized to be the Carrow brother. He was looking down at the arriving students with nothing more but a bored disgust. He wasn’t stepping aside to let us get inside so almost all the Hogwarts students, except the first years, were gathered in front of the gates.
“Welcome”, he said when the last carriage arrived with a voice just as angry as his face looked. “Yes, yes, welcome. Welcome to the new Hogwarts. Your school has changed domination to become a better, more effective school. But first! We need to make sure that our students are better and more effective and real! See, no Mudbloods are allowed inside the school, actually soon no Mudbloods will be allowed inside the country. Please make a line as we need to test your blood to make sure for its purity. This will only take a minute if you’re purebloods or a lifetime in prison if you’re imposters”.
We lined up and one after the other we stood in front of the Carrow brother, who would cut the skin at our wrists with a small dagger just so he could cast a testing spell on it. I could see the meaning to this. A Mudblood wouldn’t be so stupid as to come to Hogwarts under the current circumstances. Why did they need to test our blood?
I gritted my teeth as he cut my wrist gathering the drops of my blood in a small bottle.
“Easy there pretty lady”, he hissed at me. I swallowed the urge to punch him and after he nodded I walked inside the castle, standing a few meters from the Great Hall, waiting for Neville and Luna. Everything appeared to be the same and yet so different. It was like the entire atmosphere of the castle had become more hostile. Neville and Luna joined me after a few minutes. Neville was fuming.
“What a git!” he said angrily. “Who does he think he is? Testing our blood! Like blood can say if you’re a wizard or a witch! I bet Hermione is ten times better than him in magic!”
“You don’t want to let them hear you say that, Longbottom”, a voice behind us said.
The three of us turned to see Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. I felt my blood pressure rising. Of course, Malfoy was back. Why wouldn’t he? The fact that he helped a bunch of Death Eaters to penetrate the castle last year and that he along with Snape caused Dumbledore’s death and that he, according to Harry, was now a Death Eater was irrelevant. But then I reminded myself that we were at a Hogwarts with Death Eaters as Professors and Snape as Headmaster. Malfoy was probably an honorable student.
Yet he wasn’t the one who talked. It was Crabbe. I looked at him bewildered because I couldn’t think of a time I had heard him speak again. As a matter of fact as I watched I was able to notice a few more different things about the Slytherin triplets. Malfoy wasn’t standing in front of Crabbe and Goyle looking down at us like we were insects. He was standing behind them and there was nothing but exhaustion on his pale face. If I didn’t know him I’d think he was actually reluctant to tease us.
Neville, who had stayed silent, probably taking everything I was noticing in, grunted.
“I take it then that you weren’t tested?” he asked them and I looked at their unharmed wrists.
“We are Slytherins. Mudbloods were never Slytherins, scum”, Crabbe said.
“No, they were better than that”, I snapped. I hated that word. Mudblood. I hated the fact that they were underestimating the witches and wizards who came from Muggle families. I hated it because I loved Hermione and Hermione was a Muggleborn. She was also the most talented student Hogwarts would ever know. I couldn’t understand why Muggleborns were treated like this. Muggleborns were better in my opinion, they didn’t inherit the magic, like we did, no, they created it by their own.
“Careful Weasley”, Crabbe said. “Blood traitors are just as bad as Mudbloods and your boyfriend Potter isn’t here to protect you this time around”.
“No, but we are”, Neville grunted.
“I don’t need protection”, I scowled pushing Neville out of my way and pulling my wand out of my robes. Great, I had promised my mum that I wouldn’t get in trouble and I was about to enter a fight in my first ten minutes inside the school. But I couldn’t help it. The mention of Harry from him made my nerves ring. “Do you want to see?” I said raising it.
“Ginny”, Luna said gently taking my other hand. “Let’s just get inside”.
I looked at her and then back at Crabbe’s smug smile and grunted to myself. Then I lowered my wand.
“Next time”, I told him warningly.
“I’d be waiting for you pretty lady”, he laughed at me. I grant him one last murderous look at followed my friends inside.
Luna drifted off to Ravenclaw’s table and Neville and I sat next to Seamus Finnigan. He nodded at us and we nodded back and then sat down. I looked around to see missing spots here and there. The Muggleborns that couldn’t come back. There was one next to Seamus. Dean Thomas. Seamus’ best friend, a Gryffindor and an ex of mine. I made myself look away from the other empty chairs in the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were supposed to be here. But they weren’t. Dumbledore was supposed to be here. But he wasn’t.
Instead silence fell upon the students and the figure of the professor I hated more than any other stepped forward, to talk to us as he was now our Headmaster. His dark hair was falling upon his face and his black as coal eyes scanned the tables. I gulped as Severus Snape, the murderer of Albus Dumbledore, the greatest traitor in history of Hogwarts, started his first speech as the Headmaster of our school.
Yeah, Welcome to the new Hogwarts, Ginny.

-Angie-

awesome Angie...really when i read this i literally felt that this is how things must have been if we would have got a little more then just a glimpse from DH...good work...keep writing...

Great Angie !!!! this post is reallly goood PAMS

Great post....I can't wait to see how Ginny, Neville and Luna will organize the DA again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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