You walk down the inside of the train, your trunk following you directly at your heals. You look from compartment to compartment trying to find an empty one. It takes you awhile, but you finally find one. You slid the door open, and put your trunk in the storage space above the seats. You sit down, and think about the year you have been through, and all you could conclude about it was that you couldn't wait to go home. You thought this putting your head into your hands at this thought. once you had your head deep into your hands you heard the compartment door slid open. You didn't have to look at who had just walked in, you knew exaclty who it was; Ginny Weasley. Ginny and you have been friends, no best friends since you both were three. Nothing or anybody would ever change that fact or the bond that you two have made and have had your whole lives. It would never ever break no matter what challenges it has, or will be put to the test.

Ginny sat down across from you, putting her feet up by your ass digging her heel into your thigh. You felt her starring a hole thought your body. You were not going to let her get to you though, nope you were going to give into her. But too late. As soon as you had the thought to rise against her, you gave in. You always give into her, you don't know why, it could because you tell her everything, and cant let one thing in your life happen with out her knowing with in the day. "Could you stop doing that please?" You asker her with your head still in your hands, refusing to look at her.

"Once you tell me what the hell has been going on with you lately." She smiled at you talking first.
"What do expect from me Gin? With every thing that has happened to me, in the past and now this year, you can allow me to keep to myself for a bit. Death eaters breaking into the castle, us fighting them, and Dumbledore died if you didnt notice!"

" Yeah your right that did happen, but I can beat you. My brother got attacked by a werewolf, and Harry and I broke up. Beat that! Plus you have been acting differently form months, so don't blame it on the death either coming."

"I can beat that, I just don't feel like sharing at the moment"

"I don't give a shit if you don't want to share! And as your best friend I demand that you tell me what is going on with you this instant!"

And with that you lifted your head from your hands, "Promise you won't tell anyone?"