SIYE Time:19:18 on 22nd March 2018

Memoirs of a Red Headed Witch
By My Wicked Quill

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Category: Pre-OotP, Post-OotP, Post-HBP, Post-Hogwarts, Post-DH/AB
Genres: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Humor, Romance, Songfic
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations, Violence
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 134
Summary: Ginny Weasley was always overlooked. Always the youngest, always the smallest, and was never really given the chance to let her voice be heard. But sometimes the best insight comes from those who were always in the background. Her story of redemption, loyalty and love, proves that she was never just the Weasley brothers' little sister.
Hitcount: Story Total: 100064; Chapter Total: 5168
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Author's Notes:
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWs PART 1 WAS EPIC!!!!! who agrees? anyone watch it at midnight? i did, and the next day at school was Harrry Potter day so everyone went dressed up, it's been a good (BUT BUSY) week. sorry this chapter has taken so long! hopefully i make up for it with the story :)


“How you gonna cope when there is no closure?
Where you gonna reach when the goal gets higher?
How you gonna make it through when you think you lost your chance?
Play on when you're losing the game
Play on 'cause you're gonna make mistakes
It's always worth the sacrifice
Even when you think you're wrong
So play on, play on
Even through a storm on the darkest night
don't you ever give up the fight,
Even when you think you’re al alone
Play on,” Play on - Carrie Underwood

If you haven’t already been able to tell, I tend to be left behind every time Harry goes on some crazy mission with my brother and best friend. Whether it was because I was too young, I didn’t know what was happening, or they just didn’t want me tagging along. With all the changes that had happened my fourth year, my friendship with Sirius, my boyfriend, and relaxing around Harry, I should have known that that was the year I would embark on my first adventure with him.

The school year was coming to a close, and Umbridge was just has terrible as ever. Ever since the D.A. had been captured and given indefinite detentions things went downhill, fast. And you wouldn’t guess whose fault it was for the downfall of the D.A. we were turned in by none other than the lovely Cho Chang. As if I didn’t have enough to hate her for, she just kept adding to the list, I was thankful when I could see that it affected her and Harry’s relationship, he seemed to avoid her after that.

I was walking down the corridor with Luna when we heard a familiar voice yell, “I EXPECT HE’D SAY SOMETHING DIFFERENT IF HE KNEW WHAT I’D JUST-”
He never really got to finish, however, because Luna and I walked through the door in alarm. Harry’s voice sounding like that was never a good sign.

“Hi,” I said, “We recognized Harry’s voice- what are you yelling about?”

“Never you mind,” the green eyed boy replied harshly. I was really starting to get irritated with his attitude that year, but I also knew that patience would win out.

“There’s no need to take that tone with me,” I said just as coolly, “We were just wondering if we could help.”

“Well you can’t.”

Hermione looked at me thoughtfully before saying, “Wait…wait Harry they can help.”

My attention was caught immediately, I remember being so startled that I was actually being considered to help in some way, even though I still had no clue what they were talking about.

“Listen,” Hermione continued. “Harry we need a way to establish if Sirius has really left headquarters-” But Harry interrupted then, saying that he knew what he was talking about, and it turned into a quick bicker.

If Sirius had left Grimmuald Place then that was completely severe. From what I took of their argument it seemed that Sirius was in fact being tortured that moment, but we had to somehow check and see if Harry wasn’t making it up before flying off to London.

But of course when Hermione said, “And that’s where we need Ginny and Luna.”
I said, “Yeah, we’ll do it.” No questions asked, whatever they needed I was up for it, even if I had no clue what was going on.

Ron, Hermione Harry, Luna and I came up with a plan and we were all given tasks to perform at top speed. Luna and I were to clear the corridor before Umbridge’s office, so that Harry could sneak in and speak to Sirius though the fire. All I needed to understand was that if Harry couldn’t get in touch with Sirius then Sirius was in trouble, and just that put a knot in my stomach.

“I’ll warn people not to go down there because someone’s let off a load of Garroting Gas,” I said quickly, everyone looked up at me surprised at either my quick thinking or my unusual idea, “As if Fred and George weren’t planning on doing it, it’s completely believable.”

We broke apart Harry went to fetch his cloak to sneak inside with Hermione undetected, Luna and I made our way down the corridor, telling as many people as we could to get out of the way, but when we couldn’t get their attention and knew they weren’t listening, I decided I needed to do something drastic. Or well, loud.

I lifted my wand and sent red sparks flying, the corridor packed with students seemed to be paying more attention now but I was frustrated and panicked beyond belief, and Merlin, people needed to know better than to ignore Ginny Weasley.


“Welts aren’t particularity nice, especially in such a strong wackspurt season, they like big swollen ears much more than regular sized ones you know.” The students stared even more now; Luna really was brilliant, only she could shut a room into a shocked awkward silence with one sentence.


There were a few murmurs and laughs, but people seemed to get the message. That is, until my heart stopped.

I remember with perfect clarity the tone of that woman’s voice, it still sends shivers of hatred down my spine.

“Hem Hem.” Every head in the hall turned to face Umbridge who was looking straight at me with the falsest face of sweetness. “Fred and George Weasley, are no longer students at this school.” She smiled, and came closer, “If I didn’t know any better it would seem that you, Miss. Weasley are trying to keep anyone from going past my office. Am I right? Or am I just a bloody old hag?” I maybe should have checked that she wasn’t anywhere near when I let that slip.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Do not lie, you should know by now my tolerance with liars, it’s written right on your hand.”

“If you want to go on and risk and try your luck, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The students in the crowd seemed about ready to flee the scene, however before they could the Inquisitorial Squad appeared, barracking the corridor and blocking the way to escape. Umbridge was just about to turn and retreat finally seeming to believe what I told her, when Neville came up to us looking rather worried. (Talk about the worst timing possible)

“Ginny! Have you seen Harry?” he asked looking around, “I haven’t seen him since he passed out during our exams.”

“Harry Potter?” Umbridge’s attention whirled to Neville.

Neville had just noticed her. “I…I…Uh…yes…you…um…Haven’t seen him have you Ginny? He…uh…didn’t look…good,” Neville mumbled and stuttered nervously, his eyes flipping from mine to the new headmistress of our school.

She looked at me, at Neville, and then behind my back towards her office. I held back a gulp.

“Neville, I haven’t-“

“You children think you’re all too smart for me. When I get my hand on that Potter he will be wishing he were with his parents,” She snarled, and it was extrememly hard to restrain myself from slapping her across the face.

Instead I said, “Really, I find it funny how that’s just the sort of thing You-Know-Who would say, but you wouldn’t know anything about that now would you?”

“Why you little…” her voice raised an octave or two.

“What, blood traitor?”

She took out her wand, and I mimicked her action. When she saw my wand, Umbridge realized what she was doing. Knowing that she shouldn’t waste her time on me she pushed me out of the way and moved her peggy little feet towards her office.

“No-” I started but she called from behind her retreating shoulder,

“Get them.”

Everyone started screaming as the Inquisitorial Squad moved about the crowd. People ran pushed and shoved themselves out of the way. I grabbed Luna’s hand and dove into the moving crowd, I got stepped on, my hair was pulled but there was nowhere else to go. That was until I felt a rather rough hand grab my arm, pulling me back.

I fought against it but it was too strong.

Someone had grabbed Luna too I could see her struggling through the corner of my eye.

“Ginny!” I heard Neville call.

“Let go of me,” I yelled at the Slytherin who was pushing me around.

Neville came up then and started trying to get the person off of me. It turned into an all out struggle as someone grabbed Neville as well, it was Crabbe. The girl holding me was about twice my size but I wasn’t giving up that easy. We needed to help out, not be slammed in eternal detention.

The Slytherins dragged us into Umbridge’s office; Ron had appeared suddenly fighting off yet another green robed git. Umbridge had Harry by his hair, and Malfoy was grinning wildly by the window sill. Hermione was pinned against the wall as well.

“Got them all,” said one of the Slytherins, he seemed to be one of the heads of the squad. “That one,” he poked a finger at Neville, “Tried to stop me taking her. So I brought him along too.”

As he said this I was desperately trying my hardest to kick the large girl in the shin, but it wasn’t working out so well.

“Good, good,” said Umbridge, watching me, “Well it looks like Hogwarts will shortly be a Weasley-free zone, doesn’t it?”

I stopped my leg at once, looking up at her in complete shock. Malfoy was laughing hysterically behind me but I couldn’t do a single thing about it. They had taken my wand.

It got nasty as she interrogated Harry, accusing him of trying to speak with Dumbledore who had fled the school not to be seen since. No matter what she said he refused. It felt too surreal to be there, rather than hear about it later, seeing and witnessing the action was far more frightening than it sounded.

It didn’t take long for Umbridge to decide to use an unforgivable on him to make him talk, after Snape left saying that there wasn’t any more Veritaserum and Harry had desperately tried to communicate with Snape in code.

“He’s got Padfoot!” Harry yelled, and though I was sure that Severus Snape knew exactly what Harry meant he acted as if Harry was speaking from another planet. How I hated that man back then.

He left the room and she came up with her resolve, what the minister didn’t know won’t hurt him she had said, and no matter how much Hermione pleaded she wouldn’t hear of it. Umbridge had even admitted to sending the Dementors on Harry that past summer, the reason he was almost expelled.

Her wand pointed at Harry, Malfoy with a hungry look in his eyes, she began to pronounce the incantation, but then Hermione stepped in, setting our plan back into motion.
“NO! No- Harry-Harry we have to tell her.” I remember looking at her as though I had never seen her before in my entire life, surrender, just like that? Turn Sirius and the rest of the Order in? Rather than figure a way out of it ourselves?

That wasn’t-still isn’t- how we worked.

I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but then, Hermione rambled about a weapon that Dumbledore was supposedly keeping on the grounds, and I knew what she was up to. Umbridge lead Hermione and Harry out of her office forcing them to show her where it was.

The moment the door shut behind them, we all started struggling again.

“LET HER GO!” Ron roared, as the big girl twisted my arm painfully.

“Well, you wouldn’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” Malfoy stepped in from of me, “The weasels, finally being exterminated.”

“When we get out of here Malfoy you are going to wish you were never born a wizard!” I spat.

“How dare you talk to me weaslette? Aren’t you a bit young to be in such a mess?”

“You’re a right foul git, you and your entire damned family!”

Malfoy sneered and walked over to Neville; I was breathing heavily with rage when Luna leaned closer to me, and saying so softly that not even the people holding us could hear. “What is she doing?”

She was speaking if Hermione of course, “Improvising.”

And we were going to follow her lead, somehow.

And we did, it all happened so fast I don’t exactly remember every detail but I managed to reach into the robes of the girl who was holding me and stunned her. Ron over powered the Slytherin grabbing him because everyone in the room was so shocked, that’s when we took our chance.

Luna disarmed most everyone in three shots, and Neville impressed us with a sweet jinx, sending prats all over the room. “Where did they go?” Ron asked.

“I watched them walk out of the castle into the forest,” Luna replied, gazing out the window.

“Ok let’s go,” Neville turned to lead us out of the office but we found Malfoy and two others behind him, wands out and angered.

I wanted to laugh, I almost did but we didn’t have time for that, Hermione and Harry were out there with Umbridge as we spoke and who knew how long that toad would fall for her story. I didn’t want to think about what would have happened if she did, she had no limits.

So instead I warned him, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it’s three against four.”

“Well, I guess you can say that, but considering it’s Longbottom, Loony and two Weasley’s…”

“That’s not very wise of you, have you forgotten that we have actually been studying Defense Against the Darks Arts this year? Training under Harry himself?”

The two boys behind him dropped their wands a bit looking more nervous after realizing it but Malfoy kept a straight face. But I knew he was only faking.

“Potter? Please what does he have to teach you? Nothing.”

“Really? How much do you want to bet?”

Apparently the other two weren’t going to bet much, they ran out with little yelps like the cowards they were.

Malfoy looked behind him growing paler if that was possible but his wand didn’t waver. He gulped, and we all took a step forward, we could have taken him easily, right then and there but I got the feeling everyone was enjoying it a little more than we should have.

“Well, don’t say we didn’t warn you Malfoy.”

“I’m not scared of you Weasley.”

“If not me,” I said shrugging, “Then my wand.”

I hit him with my Bat-Bogey Hex. I had mastered it finally, and it was very effective. I won’t lie, it was rather a gruesome sight to see Draco Malfoy being attacked by his own bogeys but neither of us looked away. In fact we laughed, it almost seemed impossible to laugh at a time like that but there we were; I started to feel like there was hope again, even though I knew we were running out of time. He ran away screaming and I was impressed with my own magic, I felt smug and proud, but I didn’t show it.

“Hurry!” We rushed out the door and down the corridors, past hundreds of students watching in wonder as we went. I was so glad that finally I was part of the scene rather than starring in question from a distance like the people were then. When we made it out of the castle Harry and Hermione were still nowhere to be seen, but we did meet up with them near the outskirts of the forest.

Umbridge had been taken off by the magical creatures; I never gave it a second thought. The next problem was figuring out how to get to London, apparently Harry’s vision of Sirius had taken place at the ministry. When brooms was mentioned I spoke up,

“I have a broom!” Harry’s was locked up so I thought it would have been a good idea, but I didn’t expect, especially after all that had happened, after all I’d done to help, that I would get the response I got.

“Yea but you’re not coming,” Ron said.

“Excuse me, but I happen to care as much about Sirius as you do!”

“You’re too-” Harry began but I saw where it was going way before I could even think about letting him finish, and it made me furious.

“I’m three years older than you were when you fought You-Know-Who over the Sorcerer’s Stone,” I said fiercely, “And it’s because of me that Malfoy’s back in Umbridge’s office with giant flying bogeys attacking him-”

“Yea but-” Harry lost his argument in the end, we all ended up coming with him, we were in it together is what we always told him. And he finally heard it.

We rode on the thestrals, I won’t say it was the most frightening experience but it came pretty darn close. Honestly I never thought twice about getting on a broom stick, dives and all, but at least at that point I could see the broom, then, I was apparently riding on the back of a hideous creature only visible to witnesses of death. I couldn’t see it yet.

But I would, soon enough.

The rush of being in the air again, the adrenaline of the matter at hand, had my stomach thrilling even though I was very aware that Sirius was in danger.

When we reached London, I gratefully dismounted whatever I was on. I had only been to the ministry on a few occasions with my father, but I knew that the circumstances were much higher. We all crammed into the telephone box and descended, silently. I remember being so surprised at the event, it wasn’t at all what I imagined a typical Harry, Ron, Hermione adventure to be like.

We got to the door at some point, the door I know now to be the entrance to the Department of Mysteries, Harry seemed hesitant. I could tell he had been there before, his look on his face was dazed almost; I realized it must have been in his dream about my father. Only it took sometime after that to realize it was so much more.

“Okay, listen,” he said within six feet of the door, I couldn’t tell if he was just trying to prolong the moment I found it highly doubtful, but he still stopped to speak to us, “Maybe…maybe a couple of people should stay here as a- as a look out-”

No he was still just trying to stop us from accompanying him, “And how are we going to let you know something’s coming?” I asked, “You could be miles away.”

He gave up and we made our way into the circular room on the other side of the door. Everything was so quiet, so eerie, just like a dream, all the doors around us moving confusing us beyond belief, I don’t think I had ever felt so lost, so hopeless, and I could only imagine what Harry was feeling.

He was just as stumped as I felt so he did what we had to do, started trying random doors. Our mission was to find Sirius and get out. We had no idea of how to execute that where to start or where to go, at that point we were all flying blindly. Harry Potter at the lead, and I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. When I was a little girl I would always say silly things like following Harry to the end of the earth, and at that point I almost wanted to laugh at the memory. Did everything I said have to come true?

To this day I wouldn’t be able to make sense of what lay in the Department of Mysteries, hence the name, but there are things that are hard to forget, like the archway. I have had many dreams of that one room in particular, where that crumbling ancient archway stood warily. That curtain; or veil whatever it was, fluttering, even though there was no wind. I was in a trance; I could see I wasn’t the only one. Hermione had to drag me away as well as Neville.

Then there was the room with the prophecies.

“This is it!” Harry said in relief. There were hundreds of thousands glimmering white orbs, but what should have been such a bright intriguing room was nothing less than a cold basin of eeriness. I could sense something was wrong. The room went on for what seemed like miles but what was beyond the shelves, whatever lay in the corners, was unbeknownst to us.

As Harry led the way we saw that each row was numbered. “You said it was row ninety-seven,” Hermione whispered. I looked up; we were only at fifty three. I kept close to Luna, who was actually more serious than I had ever seen her before. Our breathing and our steps were the only sounds I remember, I had never realized how tense Harry Ron and Hermione were in these situations. I was frightened, naturally, but I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be frightened of.

“Keep your wands out.” That came from Harry, though why he thought we would have put them away I have no idea. We kept moving forward, I checked behind us every few feet, looking for what, I still don’t know.

“He should be right down at the end.” Harry started moving faster, excited, anxious. But as I looked ahead I saw nothing but the same dim glow from our wands and the orbs.

“Anywhere near here…” he sounded as though he was just trying to convince himself, I couldn’t see Sirius anywhere. I saw all the doubt in Hermione’s eyes, there was nothing, Harry was wrong.

“Harry,” she said.

“What!” he snapped.

“I don’t think Sirius is here.” No one spoke, Neville was biting his lip, and I looked around row ninety seven, still looking for my friend. It was so quiet for so long, he was contemplating whether we should go back to school or stay and search, I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I just remember the feeling of hopelessness.

Then Ron found an orb with Harry’s name on it.

And that’s where the story of Harry Potter, the Chosen One begins.

Harry stepped closer to Ron, to see for himself.

“I don’t think you should touch it,” said Hermione, Neville Luna and I were trying to see what it said from where we were.

Harry didn’t listen, as he picked up the small ball there was a still moment where we all expected something great to happen, something eye opening that would explain the mess in which we found ourselves.

The only thing that happened was Lucius Malfoy stepping out of the darkness.

“Very Good Potter. Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me.”

We all turned swiftly tight up against each other. And suddenly the only thing I knew was that I was scared out of my mind. We were surrounded, all these hooded people came out of nowhere to point their wands straight at us, I couldn’t help but let out a gasp. The back of my neck started to drip, even though the room was abnormally colder. There was an argument, Malfoy wanted that prophecy from Harry and he wanted it bad, I didn’t really listen I was waiting on Harry’s signal.

He was so composed; I watch in awe at how he could stare death in the face and still have dignity to play back. He kept talking to Lucius, and I knew Harry couldn’t just pass that thing over. It would have been too much a risk.

Then there was that woman, my very first encounter with Bellatirx Lestrange. I would hate her and I will still hate her until the day I day, you have my life on it. She was so wild; it was always just a game to her. Lives of people were just little pieces she could handle and use to her advantage. Malfoy seemed to be getting frustrated with her, but all she cared about was what was in Harry’s hands.

“You need more persuasion then?” she asked when Harry refused yet again. “Very well-take the smallest one,” she ordered the hooded figured around us. “Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I’ll do it.”

I barley had a second to realize what was happening, one moment all the people moved towards me and the next Harry was standing right in front of me, one hand still clutching the prophecy, the other behind his back grabbing mine. I didn’t even have the chance to feel fear I knew Harry wouldn’t let anything happen; I got all that reassurance from his touch. “You’ll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us,” he spat back at her.

There was more dangerous banter, but it was so long ago it was all lost to the nerves and sadness of that night, they started speaking of Voldemort, apparently he was the one who needed the ball.

Bellatrix was the first to curse at us, but we dodged it and it landed on some of the other orbs, who came down with a crash.


“You haven’t told me what’s so special about this Lucius.”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, his thin lips seemed amused, “Has Dumbledore never told you that the secret to your scar laid in the Department of Mysteries?”

That’s when I realized Harry was communicating with Hermione.

“What?!” Harry turned all his attention back to Malfoy. The death eaters began to laugh at this, I didn’t know why, but Harry used that distraction to whisper, “Smash Shelves,” to us. “When I say go.”

We waited, prepared for Harry’s go. I stood tall and met eyes with Bellatirx making sure she knew I was not one to back down. She smiled at me, and it chilled me more than the room did.

“Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me?” Harry asked. “Why couldn’t he just come down and get this himself?”

“That Dark Lord walk into the ministry of magic?” she laughed.

But that’s when Harry yelled, “NOW!”

Everyone turned on their heels and yelled, “Reducto!”

The prophecies all started to sway, and people just froze to stare in shock, “RUN!” and we did. We ran altogether, with thousand of glass orbs smashing to the ground around us, my feet kept going, the adrenaline making me feel something I had never even dreamed of. We ran, I was with Luna and Ron and at some point we were all separated, I heard yells and curses, whenever I spotted a flash of black I would stun, and jinx with the first thing that came to my mind.

A rather large man appeared before Ron, knocking him to the ground, I sent a stunner but he blocked it easily, only it was three against one. Luna got him unexpectedly from the back pushing him harshly into the nearest shelf. I grabbed Ron’s hand and we kept moving. I started to worry about finding the others, what if someone was hurt?

“We need to find Hermione,” Ron said taking the lead, I nodded.

“Right behind you.” We were in another room then, they all blended in together, one whirl wind of confusion and color. That room had all the planets floating around the sun, it was a rather peculiar sight, some kind of gigantic model of the universe taking up the entire room. Had we been there any other day I would have gladly stayed to see it some more, but at the exact moment we paused three death eaters entered the room behind us shutting the door.

“Now,” one of them said, “No more games of tag children, you are all coming with us.”

“Go to hell,” said Ron. It was so dark, I could hardly see Luna standing right beside me.

“Hide behind Jupiter,” I whispered, and she nodded sneaking off unnoticed.

“Weren’t there three of you just now?” one of the death eaters asked, coming closer. Ron stepped in front of me but I pushed him aside.

“I think you all just might be mental.”

“STUPEFY!” Ron yelled at one of them, and we both split form where we were standing dashing under two of the models, the curse hit the shorter man.

“You can’t hide! IMPEDINETA!!” he shouted missing me by inches.

“PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” I cried back, watching the white light escape my wand but it was no use.

I heard the other death eater cry out a curse I had never heard before and Ron screamed in agony, I turned my head reflexively allowing the death eater after me to grab my ankle.

“Let GO!” I yell trying to get further beneath Pluto. But he only grabbed harder and I heard my bone crack, at first I didn’t feel the pain, the rush of adrenaline over taking it.

I slightly saw Luna explode the planet above me, I covered my face with my arms but the man holding my foot had no chance, he didn’t see her coming. I stood and ran awkwardly towards the nearest door, knowing they were both behind me; I fell out of the door, as a sudden jolt of sharp pain reach my foot. I landed with a thud at Harry’s feet, the sharp nail being dug in my foot pushed its way up to my knee, or at least that’s what I felt like. The pain was all I could think about.

“Ginny- are you all-?”

Ron started speaking some rubbish but I couldn’t listen enough to try and make sense of it.

“Gin?” Harry voice asked fearfully, “What happened?”

I could only shake my head, the pain was to sharp and intense to speak, I slid to the floor grabbing my throbbing ankle.

“It think her ankle it broken, I heard something crack. They chased us into this room. One of them grabbed Ginny’s foot, I used Reducto to blast Pluto into his face.” I could only imagine Harry’s face with Luna’s explanation, I could only imagine however because I had closed my eyes and was trying to control the pain.

“Luna can you help Ginny?”

“Yes,” she reached down to grab me, but I had enough.

“It’s only my ankle! I can do it myself!” But when I stood my damned body betrayed me, thankfully Luna caught me before I hit the ground. We managed to make it back to the room with the veil, Luna sat me in the corner, unseen and in the dark, the death eaters closed around Harry suddenly, and I was stuck, paralyzed where I sat. It was hardly fair.

But like light conquering darkness, it wasn’t long after Sirius, Lupin, Mad-eye, Tonks and Kingsley came in with a rather impressive entrance. Harry still had the prophecy in his hand.

The battle before me was something I still can’t get out of my head, streaming lights of color flashing miles a minutes, people falling, flying, apparating, swift movements and incredible form. These were the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry fit right in. He seemed to in tune with Sirius as they fought side by side, as the rest of us huddled together I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. His magic was so quick to strong, nothing stood in his way.

Things changed quickly, we were being moved, the prophecy broke into nothing and Dumbledore arrived. The pain in my leg was increasing by the moment, and by that time Ron had lost it; he was giggling at the shinny colors and Luna was watching Sirius.

“Luna,” I gasped through the pain, “What is it?” She tilted her head to the side.

I followed her gaze, watching Sirius too. Suddenly a green light came from Bellatrix’s wand; it hit him squared in the chest.

As quickly as everything turned to a rush, everything slowed to a halt. I gasped and thought of the pain that must have cause him, but I was waiting for him to shoot something back, but he didn’t he just stood there a confused expression on his face. Harry turned to Bellatirx with an odd look of disbelief in his face. I tried to remember what curse she used, I listened to hear if maybe it would come back to me…Ava-something…Avada…

And then all the pain stopped as I realized. I turned back to Sirius just in time to see him slowly fall back dead weight into the veil. Harry watched, frozen, as Lupin stopped what he was doing as well.

Bellatrix smiled.

And all I saw was the bright green of the curse etched in my memory.

“Come on Sirius….” I whispered. “Get up….get up...” he didn’t. And I had no more words in my mouth, there was a buzzing in my ear, I felt nothing. I didn’t even hear Harry’s scream of terror.

Then he was running, he passed me and Ron and all I could say was, “Harry-what-?” before he was gone again.

Sirius couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t.

It’s painful to recall these memories, harder to write them down even, but the last while we stayed down in the ministry was all blurred, all I knew, all I felt, was Sirius. Lupin’s expression confirmed it. He was dead.

As always the first step is denial, and like Harry I didn’t want to believe it was true. Soon after Harry ran out of the room, everything went dark, and quiet. And I made it easy to pretend that nothing had just happened, that Sirius would walk through those doors again, and I made myself believe he would. Hermione was still out cold, and Ron was rocking back and forth. Luna sat next to me, allowing me to lean on her for support, and Neville was hunched over Hermione, wiping blood off his face.

“Is it over?” Luna whispered.

“I don’t know,” I replied, with no emotion in my voice. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the veil. Somewhere in the distance we heard a blood curdling scream. But no one commented.

“There you lot are!” Tonks appeared right next to me bending down to meet my level. “Ginny! Guess I’m not surprised that you found your way into this, what’s going on here?” she said motioning over to Ron and Hermione. I could see something was wrong, she wasn’t smiling and there wasn’t any light in her eyes. Her usually bright pink hair was deep, dark and depressing.

“Tonks what’s happening?”

“We don’t have time Ginny.” Lupin came up behind her.

“The hell we don’t! Where’s Sirius?” Tonks looked away.

“He’s dead Ginny,” Remus finally said.

I tried to act as though I was fine, not letting the pain show, “What’s happening with Harry?” I persisted though it seemed he didn’t want to waste time telling us what we wanted to know.

“Remus it won’t hurt to let them know, they’ve been through so much already.”

“Well then up! All of you let’s go. We need to get you back to the school.”

I wrapped one arm around Luna’s shoulders and Tonks clued in, helping me with my other side. Neville helped Ron up and Lupin picked up Hermione.

“You-Know-Who is here,” said Tonks.

Neville paled considerable, almost dropping Ron.

“But… but Harry!” I exclaimed. If he was caught, he had faced three times before, what were the chances of him surviving it again. My stomach twisted as I fought a sudden wave of nausea. We made it to the corridor just outside the room with the veil.

Lupin nodded. “I know. Dumbledore is with him, Harry has Dumbledore.” I didn’t miss the deep sorrow in his voice. I knew no one was to say anymore on the matter. No one was going to speak. I turned my head as much as I could behind be to steal one last glance at the veil, where I last saw him.

Harry may have had Dumbledore but he didn’t have Sirius.

And it may have been our fault.

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Madam Pomfrey didn’t start letting us out until two days after we arrived from the ministry. Once we sat through the story of Harry’s latest encounter with Voldemort, or well Tom to me, and how he was brutally possessed she said that the post traumatic stress would hit us soon. And of course she wanted us there when it happened rather than around other unprepared students.

However I had a feeling she didn’t realize who she was talking to, we were all used to this sort of thing, maybe not Luna or Neville; Ron Hermione and I had seen worse. That didn’t free us though and as though all odds were against me I was the last to be released due to my broken ankle. We all knew Madam Pomfrey could mend a broken bone in a heartbeat, but she hung onto that excuse for as long as possible.

“Well, we’re off,” Ron said as he and Hermione stood from their cots.

“Yeah, yeah, be free,” I sighd.

Ron walked over to me with his hands in his pockets, “Do you need anything? You want us to go get you some real food?”

“Nah, I’ll leave that to mom when she gets here.”

“Are you sure?” Hermione asked.

“I’ll be fine, go find Harry.” They both smiled reluctantly and left.

I was glad, because even though I was fairing with the so called post traumatic stress fairly, I still wasn’t ok, I needed to be alone so that no one would see just how upset I was. Sirius was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. The only one who would actually listen to me, aside from Hermione. The one who made me laugh and feel important, my friend.

I had told him everything about the Chamber, though I had never told anyone else, and everything I told him died with him. It now only rested with Harry. No matter how I tried, the vision of Sirius’ intrepid fall into the veil, disappearing from our sight forever would not escape my mind. A terrible ending to a terrible year.

“Hey Ginny,” came a chirpy voice from the entrance of the hospital wing. I quickly composed myself and turned to face Michael rather crossly.


“How’s it going?”

“How’s it going?” I retorted, “How‘s it going? I’ve been in this bed for the last two days, where have you been all this time?”

He came closer, as though he hadn’t a worry in the world. Which he didn’t. “Um… well I was just down at the pitch with the Ravenclaw team. They’re really shaping up; trust me we won’t be losing to Gryffindor again.”

“Is that really all you care about?” I asked annoyed.

“No…but Cho…she’s well…” oh of course she was still hanging around.

“Do you even know what’s happened? The Dark Lord has returned and this time there’s even more physical proof, so you can’t doubt it this time Michael, there are more important things to worry about!”

He stopped walking, “Yeah and out went with Potter and his little elite group to try to do something heroic. I’m guessing you’re going to hold that over me now too?” The sarcasm in his voice was insulting.

“You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about! You haven’t seen, you don’t know what or why we were there, so don’t judge me! Sirius-” I stopped dead.

It hit me like a full speed bludger, I couldn’t say anything. Just like I hadn’t for years, I couldn’t speak of the Diary, not only because it hurt but because there were so many secrets involved, I couldn’t tell a single soul that I knew where Sirius Black was, that would have killed him instantly. I couldn’t even say that he died in our attempt to save him. I knew I would never trust Michael enough to explain any of that to him, so what was the point?

“God fine! This is what I get for dating a Gryffindor.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Well I’m glad you feel that way. Just get out Michael, go find Cho or something.” I really didn’t care at that point.

“You know what? I will.” And he turned to walk out the door, I felt a bit relieved, he was turning out to be a pain in my side. When he opened the door we were both surprised to see Professor Dumbledore standing on the other side just about to enter.

“Ahh, Mr. Corner,” he said, “Do have a good day.”

Michael looked back at me with wide eyes, I gave him no expression. He turned back to the Headmaster, “Yes Professor,” he nodded and continue out to the corridor.

No matter how long I would know Dumbledore I would never cease to be in awe at how simply majestic and mysterious he could be. Sometimes I felt like he wasn’t even real, he was just a figment of my imagination spewing wisdom into every dark corner he comes across. He walked towards my bed.

“Good afternoon Professor.”

He watched my steadily for a moment but then replied, “Better than most Miss. Weasley.”

I averted my gaze; I knew that was his way of telling me that everything is and would be ok, that things could have ended much worse, and all the other generic clichés. But he had a way with twisting everything into new ways that will have you pondering your intelligence for days, as well as your sanity.

But everything was not ok. Sirius was dead.

When he made it to the foot of my bed I spoke again, “You’ve only just missed them, they were released today, but Harry was let go last night and no one has seen him since.”

His eyes narrowed behind his iconic spectacles, “What makes you think that I am here to see you brother and Mrs. Granger?”

My head tilted a little, “Why else would you be here Sir?”

“Didn’t you consider that maybe I was here to see you?”

I could only blush at this, “I guess not.”

“Well I did.” He looked down at my healed, yet bandaged ankle. “How are you feeling?”

“Perfect, Madam Pomfrey fixed me up in no time, but she still won’t let me leave.”

“Rest is important, I trust you know that.”

“Yes professor.”

There was a moment of silence. “But you Miss. Weasley, how are you feeling?”

It wasn’t surprising that he would use such cryptic language, I couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t speak in such ways. I saw where that conversation was headed.

“I’m just fine.” I lied.

He nodded once and sat in the chair beside my bed where my mother had previously been. “Miss. Weasley, I had a very close relationship with Sirius Black, I’m not sure if you knew that, but I was the only person he would talk to after he was rescued. He trusted me when he had no one else, only Remus.”

I smiled with no happiness in it, he had to go and bring up Sirius two minutes into the conversation. “I don’t find that very hard to believe, you’re the most trusted man I know.”

His eyes twinkled, “You’d be surprised that not many people would agree with that, but thank you, nevertheless.” He paused for a moment and then continued, “I had a long conversation with him just recently, just before the Ministry, had I known it would be our last I would have done things differently.” It was suddenly hard for me to swallow. I didn’t know how much I could take before I broke down. “Sirius was very fond of you, you know.”

“I figured,” I managed to say.

He patted my hand, “It’s alright to miss him; I can’t believe you wouldn’t be sad right now, by the way he spoke, it seemed you were very close to him as well.”

I looked down to my hand, steadied myself and spoke, “I’m no Harry, but he was a great friend to me, we were close and…and I miss him so much.”

“We shouldn’t hide what we feel, there’s no point, especially when all feelings are mutual.”

I watched him with a blank face, “Have you tried that on Harry?”

Dumbledore smirked, “Ahh yes, Sirius did speak much about you, of course I’ve always known this of you since the incident three years ago, but he said it was one of your finer qualities. Yet, something he worried about.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Mrs. Weasley, isn’t it true you hate to show any kind of weakness?” If I didn’t want to talk about Sirius then this was the second thing I least wanted to talk about. Yes that was obviously true but it sounded different in his words. He waited patiently for my reply.

“Someone has to keep it together right?”

“You have a point. But we all have faults, we all show weakness, it’s how we learn about ourselves. Through the darkest of times.”

I nodded, “But professor, during those times, like now, we have to keep moving don’t we? We can’t look back now with this war starting we can’t break apart! That’s what he wants isn’t it?”

“That’s exactly what he wants, yes.” I sat a bit stunned at his blunt response.

“He doesn’t want us to have one moment of peace, one moment of happiness, and I think he’s doing a good job of that Sir.”

Dumbledore raised his chin. “Miss, Weasley, a foolish man sees happiness in the distance, but a wise man grows it under his feet.”

Again I stayed quiet as I took in his meaning, he truly was a brilliant man, but I was determined. “I should be easier to make your own happiness.”

He squeezed my arm, “If only, but it isn’t healthy to dwell on what isn’t.”

“So I won’t.”

He smiled at my response and I decided he would see through my bastion front anyway. “Professor, I miss him more than anything,” I whispered.

“As do many.” With that he sat back and reached for something in his robes,

“Sirius left all his belongings and inheritance to Harry.”

“That’s wonderful,” I said softly wondering why he would bother telling me such a thing.

“However, there was one item that was not accounted for, it doesn’t have any importance, but I didn’t have the heart to dispose of it. I thought he’d like you to have it.”

When Dumbledore opened his hand, it was all I could do not to gasp. It was his chain; the one Sirius wore beneath his clothing every day. Sirius had shown it to me once when I spotted it, a simple silver chain with a silhouette of a dog that resembled his animagus.

“A very masculine statement,” I teased him the summer before. But now I felt the irony playing with me, now it was the biggest statement of all.


My head snapped up, Dumbledore had never called me that. “I asked you if you wanted to keep it.”

I couldn’t help but feel my eyes sting, I was about to break and if front of Albus Dumbledore no less, I didn’t dare speak, so I nodded.

The moment it touched my palm my strength dissolved and my tears burst, I couldn’t breathe. The silver was so beautiful, so simple but a forever reminder of how much we lost. My sobs shock me as I closed my hand around it; there was no point in gaining composure anymore.

One of my closest friends had been murdered right in front of me, he was gone and I was here in a hospital bed completely healed, where was the justice in that? How could we find happiness if the odds were always against us? Dumbledore said nothing as I cried, just sat with his hand still resting on my arm, somehow he knew what I was thinking,

“We must try.” I didn’t even bother to ask how. I had long adjusted to the mystery of Albus Dumbledore. “Trying never hurts, the only thing that does, is giving up,” he sighed, but for some odd reason the newly found mischief in his eyes made me realize the double meaning in his words, giving up trying to be happy obviously hurts because the only thing that comes out of it is pain and sorrow. But what else could he mean? What else am I giving up on? “Yes Miss. Weasley, he told me very much about you.”

I looked up at him as he stood, finally understanding what he meant. “Well as it seems, Harry does in fact need someone right now, I‘m not sure if I’m the right person for that but I will have to try until someone else comes along,” he didn’t even bother making his glance at me not obvious. Sirius must have told him everything.

“Thank you Professor,” I called to his when he made his leave.

“You’re very welcome.”

The moment he left I tied the chain around my neck.

We were all on the train home in no time and it seemed that though we all had long ways to go we were acting like we were pulling ourselves up out of the mess hoping it would all be ok. It was an eventful trip, with the whole D.A. standing up to Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, they were slugs by the time we were done with them. But Neville, Hermione, Ron, Harry and I found ourselves in a compartment for the longer portion of the ride.

“Hey, Harry,” Ron nodded to the door. I looked up from the Quibbler I was reading and saw Cho walking past the window. I rolled my eyes but sought out Harry he looked but then went back to the chess game he was playing with Ron, clearly not interested in her.

I lowered my magazine a bit.

“What’s-er-going on with you and her anyway?” asked Ron.

“Nothing.” I could tell he was being truthful, and it didn’t seem like he was all that hurt. I wish I could say my heart didn’t pick up in speed, but I’d be lying. I tried to concentrate on the page before me, knowing well that the conversation wasn’t any of my business.

“I-er-heard she’s going out with someone else now.” Hermione put down her newspaper, and as I put two and two together.

“You’re well out of it mate.” My brother clapped him on the back, Harry wasn’t bothered by this information at all, and it was a good thing too, he shouldn’t have to worry about her anymore. She didn’t deserve a second thought. “I think you’d want someone a bit more cheerful.”

Cheers to that Ron.

Harry shrugged and made a play, “She’s probably cheerful enough with someone else.”

It wasn’t my place to say anything.

“Who is she with now anyway?” Ron asked. THANK YOU Ron.

“Michael Corner,” I said glad that my brother gave me perfect entrance to the topic.

“Michael-but-,” Ron turned to me, “But I thought you were going out with him!”

“Not anymore. He didn’t like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch and got really sulky, so I ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead.”

I acted interested in my magazine again, pretending not to see Ron’s over the moon face. “I always thought he was a bit of an idiot,” he said, “Good for you. Just chose someone-better-next time.” And there it was again, that thoughtful look I hadn’t seen in years, not since Fred and George were joking around the night they took Harry from the Dursley’s, I couldn’t forget it, this time his eyes slipped over to Harry. Gosh my brother was so odd!

“Well I’ve chosen Dean Thomas, would you say that’s better?” Not that I cared one bit what he thought.


I just ignored him and went back to what I was reading, every now and again touching the chain around my neck.

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