AN: This is a bit of a drabble, really. It's been stuck in my head for a few weeks now, and I figured it was to best to get it out. I've always admired Ginny, she's probably one of my favorite characters. I wish that we knew a bit more of what she felt like when Harry left, so I guess this is my interpretation of that. Enjoyyy!
Ginny Weasley was broken. Broken into a million tiny, little pieces. It was funny how the strongest ones always fell the farthest. Always had the most to deal with.
People always think heroes are the strongest. The ones that hold everyone up. Ginny had never thought that. She had always thought that the people who stood behind the heroes, the silent protectors, were the strongest. She knew now that that thought was probably the truest she had ever had in her life.
Harry's gone. Gone. He's risking his life on a journey that could prove to be utterly impossible. He's gone and he left Ginny behind. Broken. She had to keep thinking that to herself. She had to get rid of the vain possibility that he might come back for her. He wouldn't, she knew that. Not because he didn't love her. But because Harry James Potter was truly a hero.
She knew that. She knew that better than anyone else, possibly. The knowledge did not protect her shattered heart from well, shattering. Ginny looked out of her window at the Burrow. The weather was dismal, just like her.
The rain slowly trickled down the window pane, disappearing out of sight eventually. Ginny felt a lot like that rain drop right now. Because after her fear, her terror that Harry would be in danger. After that, she was worried about what could happen if he never came book.
What do you do when a hero falls? Ginny could no longer be a rain drop if that were to happen. A bolt of lightning struck across the blue sky, proving her point. Shaking herself out of her morbid thoughts, she stood up.
She would stand by her Harry. She knew she loved him, she could barely remember a time in her life that she didn't know that. She knew the chances were great that he loved her too.
Ginny Weasley gripped her wand in her hands and walked out of her room. The door slammed shut, and a bolt of lightning struck against the sky once more. The thunder rumbled lowly. After all, Ginny Weasley was born to be a silent protector. A hero of heroes.