Chapter 1- The Letter- Ginny's POV

I heard my door creak open and my mothers foot steps as she walked towards my bed to wake me up. Of course, I was already awake, but I faked it so Mum wouldn't know I never slept. I felt bad enough that she was worried about me, I wasn't about to increase it.

"Ginny, dear, wake up. It's almost eleven!" she exclaimed in her warm, motherly voice. My eyes popped open and I flung the thin blanket off of my body. Voice's from the kitchen were floating up the stairs and entering my room through the open door.

"Mum," Ron called. His voice sounded almost normal. Ever since the war no one was themselves. We were all trying to fake it, hide our pain. Slowly, we were becoming ourselves again.

"Coming," she called back as we exited my room. My pale, barefeet pattered along to the kitchen where I sat down at my spot. It was an unspoken rule that each of us had to sit in a certain spot. It was the one consistent thing in my life.

"Gin, have something to eat," Charlie said, his voice warm like it always was. He passed me some eggs and toast and I began to eat. Dad and Percy were already gone to work. It was funny how quickly my father gained power in the Ministry. He seemed to be one of the only Ministry workers who had a good measure of what was going on. Dad was offered a job in Fudge's office, but declined it. He was too happy in the Muggle area of work, so he kind of forced Percy into it. Percy didn't want it, was too scared he would go back to being a pompous git. I was kind of nervous too, to be honest, but so far things were going well.

Charlie moved back in with us, took a job at an exotic pet shop in Diagon Alley, just so he could be close to us. I knew he missed the Dragons and that he would go back one day, but I was glad to have my big brother home, well, one of them, at least.

Bill was wtih Fleur, still living at the Shell Cottage. He is the only one that doesn't live at the Burrow, besides Fred. I hated myself for thinking that, but it was true. It was so hard to be without him. He used to tease me to no end, but he was always there for me and with every step I take it physically pains me that he isn't with us. Of course, I don't let it show, I have to stay strong for my family, especially George. George has been doing the same thing I am, not letting anyone in, keeping everyone at a distance so they don't know how I feel.

Pig flew up to the window, diverting me from what I was thinking about. Ron jumped up and untied the letter that was clasped to the owl's thin leg and read it quickly before looking up at me, then mum.

"Harry is coming over for dinner tonight," Ron said grinning. He had been asking his best friend to come over for ages, but Harry wanted to keep his distance. I think he felt guilty for all of the pain that was caused over the war. He had been staying at Sirius's place, just taking time for himself. I didn't think it was healthy for him to be alone all the time, but Ron and Hermione visited a lot.

"That's fantastic! Ronald, dear, invite Hermione, goodness knows how long it's been since she was around," Mum said, beaming. Hermione was with her parents most of the time. After restoring their memory, she still wanted to be one hundred percent sure that they remembered her and didn't leave them alone for long periods of time. I watched as Ron ran up to his room to owl Hermione, beaming. I was happy for Ron, but a thought had rested in my head. I was about to see the Boy Who Lived for the first time in months.

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