I walked through the crowd in search for the boy who lived, desperate to share one dance with him before him, Ron, and Hermione go off to save the world. Meanwhile I'll be at my seventh year of Hogwarts. Who knows how horrible that will be with Dumbledore gone? For the first time in my life I'm not looking forward to returning to Hogwarts. The only place I want to be is with Harry; I want to help make a difference in the war, not hide away from the danger like my family wishes.

I spot Harry and I'm about to call out to him when, as quick as a flash, a beautiful silver lynx lands in the middle of the dance floor. The patronus opened it's mouth and Kingsley's voice rang out loudly "The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Utter panic broke out.

I jump out of the way of the flood of terrified wedding guests. Out of all the people in the crowd I was only looking for one person. "Harry, wait!" He turns around and his startling emerald green eyes pierce my soft brown ones. "Ginny you need to go to Hogwarts. You need to stay away from the death eaters and protect yourself." "I can help!" I cry, angry that even he was treating me like a child. "Ginny please, you have to trust me." He says, a mixture of anger, sadness, and determination etched onto his face. Before I can say another word, he grabbed onto Hermione's arm and they apparated into the night, leaving me behind.

It's been a week after the trio left, after they left me. I tried everything to keep my mind off of them but my thoughts always strayed back to Harry. I knew he just wanted me to be safe but why was he always treating me like a child? I know how to take care of myself. I could have helped them do… whatever they're doing out there. I wasn't just going to let my brother, my best friend, and my boyfriend go out and risk their lives alone. I needed a way to find them. Then it hit me. I had a plan. I quickly packed a suitcase full of clothing, medical supplies, and muggle and wizard money. I found George in the kitchen and I asked him to shrink my suitcase. "Sure thing. What do you need it for?" he asked as he performed the charm. "Oh um I want to keep my clothes and my school supplies separated in my trunk." I lied at the top of my head. Surprisingly, he bought my poor excuse without another word.

I went into my room and grabbed my quill and parchment. I didn't know how I was going to say this.

Dear Mom, Dad, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie,

After thinking about it for sometime, I decided to join Harry, Hermione, and Ron in their quest. I just couldn't bear to let them go by themselves and I know I can be of some help to them. I hope you'll forgive me. If someone from the ministry asks about me, you can tell them that I've been kidnapped by death eaters or that I became extremely sick. You know that you can't blow the missions cover. I've made my decision so please don't come searching for me. Don't worry. I hope to see you soon.

Love, Ginny

I placed the note on my desk and pulled out my wand out. I knew I would be doing a lot of underage magic while on the mission, why not start now?

I took a deep breath, and said the charm.

In a whirlwind of noise and color, I was whisked away to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, wherever they were.

CRACK. With a nasty thud, I landed on my ankle and fell to the ground. I examined my ankle before I examined my surroundings. It was a small sprain, nothing a quick healing charm wouldn't fix. An owl hooted in a tree, bringing me back to my senses. I look around and saw that I was surrounded by trees. I assumed I was in a forest. There was a tent a few yards away. Suddenly a heard a familiar voice shouting "Who's there? Ginny? Ginny! How did you find us?! Ron, Harry come quick!" Hermione helped me to my feet and I looked at the trio's faces. Instead of looking relieved like I thought they would, Hermione looked worried, Harry was angry, but worst was Ron, who was livid.

"Oh Ginny! Are you all right? How on earth did you find us? Come inside the tent and explain!" Hermione fussed over me. "What happened?" "Well…" I began "it started when I let you borrow my charms book for your mission. I only remembered today that I had put a tracking charm on it, so that any time I lost my book, if I said the spell then I would be taken to it. I couldn't stand letting you three risking your lives without me. I want to help. I left a note at home, and came here" "Ginny-" Hermione started. "No Hermione, she shouldn't be here." Ron practically yelled. "She's too young; she'll just get in the way!" Harry remained silent. Suddenly fierce anger erupted inside me. I came to help and Ron just turned me down like he was superior to me? He never had much tact but this was too far. And Harry my boyfriend, the one I thought would stick up for me, stayed silent as if he hoped he could escape his role in the argument. In my book, this was betrayal.

"Well what did you expect me to do?" I exclaimed, my face as red as my fiery hair. "Did you honestly expect me to sit back and wait for you to return? You can't just leave me in the dark, I care about you three more than anyone in the world and not knowing where you are or if you're safe is not an option."

"Ginny I thought you would understand." Someone spoke up and I realized it was Harry. "I've lost too many people in my life and I don't want to add you to the list. I just want you to be safe." He spoke so quietly and even though anger still burned in his eyes, his tone was of forced calm. It finally dawned on me what he meant. He just wanted me safe. He wanted us to have the perfect relationship after the war, just like I did. It was impossible to stay mad at him when I knew he shared the same dream as me. He stepped towards me and engulfed me in a hug. "You need to leave Ginny." He murmured. "I know. I understand." "I'm so sorry Ginny." said Hermione with tears glistening in her eyes. "Save it Hermione. I'm going home. Bye everyone." Now I was honestly looking forward to going home. I was humiliated. I took a few steps then the problem dawned on me. I turned around with a look of horror on my face. "What?" Ron snapped. But his expression slowly softened. "I don't know how to get back! When you cast the spell, the only way you can get back is to say the counter curse and I don't know it! I can't apparate, or Floo, or Portkey, nothing! What am I going to do?!" I was in tears, my fear and hysteria rising.

"Okay well what's the name of the spell?" said Hermione as she tried to calm me down. "I don't know! I cast the spell last April, I just came across it in a library book and decided to try it out!" I sobbed. I was so scared that I was going to get in the way now. I could be the one thing that would get in the way of Harry saving the world and defeating you-know-who. Hermione put a comforting arm around me. "Don't worry Ginny. You'll have to stay with us for now. We'll get you home as soon as possible, though that could be a very long time. Don't worry. You haven't done anything wrong, and now you can help us. It will be great to have another person with us on our journey."

It looked like the Golden Trio might become the Golden Foursome.

What did I get myself into?

I wandered aimlessly around the tent trying to find something useful to do. I imagined coming in the tent with an armful of firewood and seeing the surprised but grateful looks of my fellow companions. I was just about to use my wand to cut down a small tree until I realized that I was a witch, and I didn't need wood to make a fire. I held back my sigh of frustration. There must be something I could do to get the trio's approval! Defeated, I trudged back into the tent to get ready for dinner.

I sat down by the fire with Hermione and placed my head in my hands. "Still having trouble with the boys?" she looked at me sympathetically. I looked up at her warily. "Ron is still mad at me and effuses to talk to me. I mean, I can see why he's mad but honestly what's done is done and I can't reverse time unless I use a time turner, and we both know that's not gonna happen." "Well he'll get over it. You know Ron, he and you both have the famous Weasley temper."