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Author's notes: Hey guys, this is just my short little snip mainly about Ginny. It's not going to be nearly as long as I'm in Gryffindor! Which, by the way, I would love reviews on. Lol. And, without further ado, I give you chapter one.

Starting Over

Life after Death

It had been three weeks since Harry Potter had done the impossible. He had finally defeated Lord Voldemort. Three weeks of celebrations, rounding up death eaters, and mourning for those lost in the final battle.

Harry Potter's life had never been better. Except there was one problem: The Weasley's.

Molly Weasley had always thought of Harry as another son. He had always thought of her as a mother. And now she was gone. Two months prior to the defeat of Voldemort, she was visiting an old friend in Hogsmeade, when Hogsmeade was ambushed by Death Eaters. They stormed through the village, setting things on fire, killing bystanders and destroying the village.

Molly Weasley went outside with her friend to see what the commotion was about and before she could pull out her wand and utter a curse, she was dead. Lucius Malfoy was standing outside the house, and when he saw her, he knew it was a perfect opportunity to hurt the Order of the Phoenix, destroy the Weasley family, and finally get his revenge on them.

The family was, as Malfoy had intended, torn apart. Nobody knew what to do with themselves. Utter chaos had formed around the Weasley family including Harry and Hermione.

It was a long, hard two months and nobody felt the pain worse than Ginerva Weasley. She now was stuck with a family of seven boys and herself. Sure, there was Fleur who Bill was married to, and Hermione who was like family, but it wasn't the same.

Ginny had taken it upon herself to fill the gap her mother's absence left. She moved back into her parents' house, having graduated from Hogwarts two years before and working as a Healer at St. Mungo's with Hermione, she had been sharing a flat with Hermione and next to Harry and Ron since the day she left Hogwarts. Now, Hermione was living alone in the small flat while Ginny moved back in with her dad.

She cleaned, cooked, kept the house looking as good as ever, and never once complained. Although with her father, it was a complete different story. While he did appreciate her company, he couldn't stand the thought of her giving up everything she had just to make his life more comfortable.

He had told her this so many times, but she just wouldn't listen.

"I just want everything to be normal again, Daddy." She protested, knowing in her mind nothing would ever be normal again.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron stopped by every day or two to help Ginny out around the house. They had given up trying to get her to come back home. They tried for the first two months and then after the last battle, which they all had fought in, they gave up.

They realized it was shock that caused Ginny to become what she was becoming. Her mother, who had always taken care of her and the rest of her family and many others at that, was gone. There was no getting over that.

After the war, and after losing so many more friends, Harry, Hermione and Ron were also in a state of shock, although none of them taking it nearly as hard as Ginny.

Ginny was no longer herself. She still worked full-time, and then went home to clean the house which now seemed empty only having two people living in it full-time. After her mother's death, St. Mungo's had given her a few weeks off in order to recuperate. She refused. The only day she took off was the day of the funeral.

Sleep had deprived her, she never got more than five hours a night, and that was on a really good night. Usually only getting two or three.

Every Sunday, the whole family would have brunch at the Burrow. Harry and Hermione, too, of course. Ginny would usually do all the cooking, occasionally allowing Hermione or Fleur to bring something. They would eat brunch and then spend the afternoon catching up on what was going on with their lives and if they were seeing anyone (Harry and Ginny had been so close to finally getting Ron and Hermione together before the accident), and anything else with them.

On this particular warm, summer afternoon, Harry grabbed Ginny by the arm and pulled her to the back yard of the house so that he could talk with her privately.

"Ginny," He said flatly. "I'm worry about you. It's been nearly three months since…well, you know, and you're still here or at work all the time. We never see you anymore except when we get the chance to visit here. You get skinnier and skinnier every time I see you and the bags under your eyes get darker. I know you haven't been sleeping or eating well, and well, I'm just worried about you." He finished, every bit of him showing that he was sincere.

Ginny smiled weakly. "I appreciate the concern, Harry, really, I do. But you don't have to worry about me. I'm just fine. I just don't want Dad to get all lonely in this big house. He'd be by himself."

"I know that's true, Gin, but I don't think that's the full truth. Your mum's death really tore you apart and, well, I think you should move back into Hermione's flat. Try to live the same. Your mum would have liked it that way. She'd be heart-broken if she knew that you gave up every thing. And…I miss you, Gin. I miss you a lot. It's not the same without you."

"I miss you too, Harry, but it's not as if I'm far away. You can apparate here any time. I'm still the same old me, I've just moved back home and picked up a few more chores."

"These 'chores' are going to tear you apart, Ginny. Please, just come back to your flat for a little while. We'll still have Sunday brunch's like usual."

"I'm sorry Harry, but I can't do that."

At that point, Ron poked his head through the door looking out at them.

"Oi, Harry, we going to play Wizard's Chess or what?" He asked, obviously not realizing the conversation they were having.

Sighing, Harry looked at Ginny's hard face and then over at Ron's confused-looking face. "I'll be there in a minute, mate." Ron went back inside.

Turning back to Ginny, Harry added, "Just think about it, alright, Gin? Please?"

"Alright, I'll think about it. But I can almost guarantee I'm going to stay here."

"Fine. Just as long as you think about it." And with that, he turned and walked towards the house, leaving her to stand in the back yard for another half an hour, thinking over what conversation she had just had.

Should she move back to her flat? Or should she stay here? Her dad needed her here. It wasn't because she couldn't get over her mother's death. That was nonsense. Or so she kept telling herself. Deep down, she knew what she was doing was tearing her apart along with her relationships.

She needed a fresh, new start.

That night, after everyone had left and she was cleaning up, her dad came into the kitchen, grabbing a towel and drying off the dishes she finished washing.

They just stood there silently washing and drying dishes for a few minutes before Arthur Weasley cleared his throat and looked down at her.

"I saw you and Harry talking out in the garden today. What were you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing important, really. Just another of their attempts to get me to move back in. I thought they had given up on that."

With a sigh, Mr. Weasley set down the dish and towel and sat down in a chair at the kitchen, motioning for her to do the same. Hesitantly, she followed his example, sitting down across the table from him.

"Harry's right, Ginny. It's time for you to move on. I'll be alright living here by myself. I'm a big boy. I can handle it. Besides, I've got six (excluding Percy who they still hadn't spoken to in a long time) wonderful kids who I know will be at my side at a moments notice. We'll still get together every Sunday for our family brunch and I'll visit you at St. Mungo's as well as your flat whenever you like. But you need to move out. I'm not taking no for an answer. Even if you don't move back in with Hermione and you do something else like…travel for a while or something, I just don't want you to dwell on this anymore. So, by Tuesday, I want you at. Is that clear young lady?" He finished; a twinkle in his eye.

"Dad, that's not fair! I like living here. I'm comfortable here. It has nothing to do with taking care of you or dwelling over mum, I promise." She said quickly, knowing she was lying.

"I don't care, sweetheart. We all just need to go back to the way things were."

"Fine." Ginny said looking thoroughly upset. "I'll think about what I want to do and where I want to go tonight. I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight Dad."

"G'night Ginny. I love you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know." She gave him a kiss on the forehead and walked upstairs to her room, closing the door softly behind her.

She sat on her bed, thinking. She didn't want to go back to her flat. Things there would never be the same. She couldn't afford to keep a place on her own, though.

Traveling seemed like the best option.

Yes, she thought to herself, traveling would be great. I always wanted to visit the America's. I heard there are lots of cute American boys…she humored herself, knowing that she was still in love, and probably always would be, with Harry Potter.

It was settled. Tuesday morning, she would leave for America and travel around there for as long as she thought was necessary.

Author's Notes:

Okay, so what do you all think so far? I hope you like it. Reviews are loved!

Suggestions are always welcomed as well.