Moving On

Begins during the last chapter of Deathly Hallows…this story is entirely from Ginny's POV. Initially was a one shot but the story just sprouted. Please R/R. No flames please.

Chapter 1:

Ginny was numb. Her mother had filled her plate with food but she couldn't eat it. All she could do was put her head on her mother's shoulder, tears falling down her face. Her father came and sat across from her and beside George. Ginny could see the devastation and emptiness in her brother's eyes. She still couldn't believe Fred was gone.

But was it really over? She had seen Voldemort fall herself. She even celebrated with everyone after Voldemort's curse rebounded killing him. As her mind began to think again her worries began to resurface.

Ginny had never really discussed with anyone how powerful the diary really was. She and she alone had this fear this burden. She was so afraid…could Voldemort come back like he did before? The diary was evil…did Voldemort learn this or create it himself.

In fact Ginny knew it wasn't just a powerful object filled with Voldemort's memories. Oh no it was much worse. Whenever she went into her 'trances' she would wake up cold, weak, and confused. After a while Ginny realized that it was Voldemort's soul that was in that diary…and that was what possessed her.

When Harry found the diary she panicked. She had been afraid that Voldemort would possess Harry. So she stole the diary back. When Ginny woke up down in the Chamber of Secrets it was the coldest and weakest she had ever felt. Harry had destroyed the diary with the basilisk fang literally killing Voldemort's soul out of her.

The predicament she was facing was. If Voldemort had one of these objects…could he have made more? If that was the case he could come back again. Voldemort wouldn't be completely dead. Fred's death would be for nothing. And Harry…his efforts…he had dedicated his life for destroying Voldemort. Ginny couldn't hold back her emotions anymore and began to cry into her mother's shoulder.

Her mother put her arm around her and pulled her closer. Ginny was grateful for the comfort but it didn't do much to make her feel better. She realized now. That the time had come…she had to tell her family what she thought. Maybe…they would believe her now. She was after all 16.

Percy had sat on her other side. He took her hand and squeezed it. Bill sat on George's other side. Fleur sat next to him. Charlie was sitting on her mother's other side. The whole family that was sitting there anyway was lost in their own thoughts.

She took several deep breaths to calm herself. "Daddy." Ginny noticed that her voice was hardly recognizable. It was raspy and horse. He heard her all the same.

"Yes sweetheart?" He asked tenderly.

Ginny took several sips of pumpkin juice to try to sooth her dry throat. Then she whispered. "Muffato." When she did this her entire family focused on her. She bit her lip and asked her voice barely audible. "Could Voldemort come back?"

Her entire family's reaction to the question was typical. Her mother hugged her even tighter. Charlie, Percy, George, and Fleur all gasped. Her father looked gob smacked. The only one that didn't react with shock was Bill. He was she hoped thinking about her question. Her father answered reassuringly. "No sweetie. He's dead."

Her lip trembled. "How can you be sure? He was gone before…but…but…he came back."

"Sweetheart we saw him fall. His own curse killed him." Her father answered slightly alarmed at this point.

She buried her face into her mother's shoulder. She was shocked when Bill spoke. "Gin Gin what are you afraid of?"

Her lip trembled as she looked at her brother. "It's…I…know but I don't know how!" She started sobbing.

"Ginny dearest…you need to eat and get some rest. Things will look better…"

"How can I sleep mother!" She interrupted. "What if everyone who died today and previously died in vane? I couldn't bare that."

George answered. "Ginny it's not. Even if by chance Voldemort did come back…Fred and everyone else was doing what was right." He reached across the table and took her other hand in both his own. "I agree with Bill. Something is scaring you what is it?"

"Remember my first year?"

Her mother gasped audibly. Her dad answered. "Of course we do dearest. Dumbledore told us…"

Ginny interrupted. "I know what Dumbledore told you. I was there…but I think he got it wrong."

Percy was abashed. "But Ginny, Dumbledore was brilliant and had extensive knowledge…"

"I'm not saying he didn't Percy!" She snapped. "But he didn't feel what I did!"

Charlie asked her. "What did you feel?"

This calmed her a bit. At least he asked me a decent question. Her mother cut off her response, irritating her further. "Ginny…dearest the memories of that diary were powerful and possessed you."

"Mom! Stop shrinking me…I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm sixteen. Please this is hard enough!" Ginny closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.

"Like I said I know but I don't know how. All I can do is tell you how I felt and what I think happened. Please will you listen?" She pleaded.

Her father smiled at her with encouragement. "Of course sweetie…Now tell us…What did you feel?"

"Every time I woke up I was shivering, cold, and weak….like when a dementor is around only worse. And after each time…my head was fuzzier and it didn't take Tom as long to get me to do what he wanted."

Bill slammed his hand on the table. "And Harry was looking for something before Voldemort attacked!"

Percy berated his brother. "Bill we are trying to help Ginny!" He turned to her and lowered his voice to a soothing one. "It must have been terrible for you."

Bill cut over everyone else. "I agree…worse than we thought. Gin Gin, why didn't you say anything before now?"

"Would any of you had listened?" She asked.

Bill ignored that and asked. "Ginny what exactly happened in the Chamber?"

"I have no idea…when I woke up…I was so cold and so scared…worse then I ever felt except my head wasn't fuzzy. Harry had to help me all the way out."

Ginny watched as her father was looking at his oldest son. "What are you thinking Bill?"

Bill ignored his father. "Gin do you feel like it was Voldemort's soul that possessed you?"

Ginny shook her head. "Yes! But how could his soul be in a diary…that's what I don't understand. What I meant when I said I don't know how!"

Bill rubbed his face with his hands and closed his eyes. "Her fears are justified."

"What!?" Her whole family yelled except for her and Bill.

"I don't know why I didn't think of this and discuss it with Dumbledore. But the only thing that makes any sense is that the diary was a Horcrux. I thought only pharaoh's did this but Voldemort must have also done it." Bill said.

Ginny was to stunned to speak. Percy did. "I've never heard of that Bill."

"It's very dark magic Percy. We wouldn't have learned it at Hogwarts. A horcrux can be created after a wizard has killed someone. Because the act of killing another splits the soul. Then you have to say an incantation to send that part of your split soul to the object."

Percy frowned in concentration. "But isn't that risky? I mean if the object was destroyed…the bit of soul would be too."

Bill nodded. "Exactly Percy and that is what Harry did to the diary in the chamber he destroyed the diary and the part of Voldemort's soul…which possessed Ginny. Usually the Horcrux is heavily enchanted to prevent another wizard or witch to destroy it."

Ginny asked. "Could he have made more?"

Bill looked at her and said. "I honestly don't know. The ancient Egyptian pharaohs only created one Horcrux. Voldemort probably would have made more."

George was pale… "So now we have to figure out if Voldemort had anymore Horcruxes to be sure if he is really dead."

Mr. Weasley sighed. "We can hope that Dumbledore did know and that is what Harry, Ron, and Hermione were searching for."

Mrs. Weasley stood up. "Where is Ron…we could ask him."

They all looked but it was pointless. Ron was gone. Ginny noticed someone else that was missing. "Harry's gone too." She whispered.

A/N: Hello everyone. I know I haven't posted here in a while. I had to take a 'vacation' from writing much fan fiction. Alas. I was asked to write a story following JKR's family tree. So here is chapter one.