The battle continued to rage around her, the screams and sounds of spells being cast around her now fading away, muffled, like she was slipping slowly under water.

How foolish they were to think they’d be granted this small pocket of happiness in the midst of a war.

It seemed even good news was bad news during wartime... Tonks and Lupin were expecting a baby, but instead of a celebration, the news had brought about a smattering of tight smiles, and congratulations that sounded more like apologies. 

War was filled with decisions, and the best ones were rarely easy. Mistakes would be made. There would be casualties.

It’s part of the job.

Ginny’s lip trembled as Seamus roared, “People are dying! You could have died tonight, mate, and it’s only September!” he paused, exasperate, “Early September!”

A strained silence stretched over the group as the weight of the news sank in. Ginny pressed her fingers to her eyes, attempting to slow her pulse. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat right out of her chest.

 

Ginny's magic continues to get stronger as McGonagall shares the Order's intel with the DA in hopes of helping HRH from afar. Ginny receives help from an unlikely source...

All playfulness slipped off Alecto’s features and she glared now at Ginny, taking a step closer so she was inches from the redhead’s now flushed face. When she spoke it was deathly quiet.

“Whatever it is you are trying to get your blood traitor hands on, I promise you,” she spat, “You will never find.”