Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but J.K. Rowling is God. :D
Prologue
The Hog's Head was dark and crowded that night. The departure time to go back to Hogwarts had been hours ago, yet in one lonely corner sat Ginny Weasley.
A butterbeer in one hand and the cool moistness of a single shard of stained glass in the other, Ginny stared outside at the evening setting in Hogsmeade. It had been snowing, soft icicles of frozen water languidly floating down to the cobble-stoned pavement, and a thick blanket of white had already covered the entire town in sheer beauty.
Breathing out gently, Ginny watched her breath, visible in the lowly England temperature, dissipate in a gradual length of time. She shivered inwardly, before setting down a few Sickles on the old oak table for the countless beverages she had ordered, and raising her cold and aching muscles up.
Tonight had been the worst night of her life. And she planned to lock the horrible memory away and never think about it again, ever.