Spells were being thrown every which way, each person trying to hit their opponent. Anger had filled the atmosphere. Everyone wanted revenge for their loss, for their great loss.
 

“I’m terribly worried,” Mrs. Weasley said. 

“As we all are Mum. It was bad enough after he died with the Prophet, but now since she’s on the Holyhead Harpies that doesn’t help any.” 

“With a year at Hogwarts, it should stop everything though.” 
 

“I expect, then, you’ll be on people’s nerves in no time.” 

“Have I already gotten on yours?” 

“Without a doubt,” she responded quickly.
 

The more that she looked at him, the more attractive he seemed to be. She could see the lines that started to etch his face. Moving her eyes to his grey blue ones indicated that his eyes seemed to be tiresome, or longing for something.
 

“It’d be no different than if it were you…we don’t know whether we’re going to make it out… I just want you to know though; I want you to be happy. If I don’t make it, I want you to move on and be happy. Live your life for you, and do what makes you happy.”
 

"Word of advice though?” he asked as he smiled at her. She looked away from the papers and at him, waiting for his response. “You should let your guard down. Not everyone in the world is out to hurt you.”
 
 

 “I want to be with you.... I love you."

 "You've replaced Harry...," Ron said quietly, his eyes looking down at the floor.

"I haven't replaced him, Ron. Harry can't be replaced," Ginny answered as tears well in her eyes.

 “If it isn’t the wittle girl who had her dear ol’ mummy defeat me,” Bellatrix said to her, her voice high, and her mouth in a snarl.

"And you’ll be Auntie Ginny, and so much of a part of his or her life!” Hermione gushed, her grin not relaxing. 

“You want to go to your class? Then go. You go teach them whatever it is you need to teach them, and you do what you need to. If everything that I do for you isn’t what you want, then I’m done trying."

 “Well I’m still alive, Ron! I’ve been to hell and back, and I’ll be DAMNED if you ruin this!” Ginny screamed, her tears no longer coming.  

Ginny looked at Hermione, as she stayed silent, slow tears rolling down her cheeks. Eventually, Hermione looked up at Ginny, her fingertips brushing away her tears. “It’s okay, Ginny. I’m just being a bad, selfish friend.

 “Thank you,” Ginny smiled as she let out a relieved sigh. “I really do appreciate it, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Call me Narcissa. You are, after all, having my first grandchild.”

"I wanted to fight anything I was feeling for you, but the love I have for you wouldn’t go away. Even the pain you caused doesn’t diminish an ounce of what I feel for you. 

I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I didn’t spend the rest of my life with you"