Pick your Battles
--By Adelaide
Pick your battles. Growing up with six brothers, Ginny had heard this saying often enough. Her mum would say it when she got into a fight over something stupid with Ron, and she had heard her father say it when talking to Ron about Hermione. The use of the saying was many times vital to a relatively peaceful household.
Ginny also put it to use at school when the snottier girls would tease her about her clothes, or when Malfoy uttered some snide comment. She wouldn't get a detention because of something he said that wasn't true.
Pick your battles. The saying came to her now as she prepared for The Battle. She didn't have to do this; in fact, several of her brothers had tried to persuade her to not fight. If you wanted to get technical about it, no one except Harry had to fight. It was Harry's prophecy, and Harry's battle.
But this was their battle too, all of them: Luna, Hermione, Ron, Neville… They had all been hurt by Voldemort, and they all had deep ties of loyalty to Harry. Ginny knew that she, or any of her friends, wouldn't let him face this alone.
Ginny had seen Voldemort, and had faced him for one whole year. She had fought a battle with him already, and wouldn't let it go unfinished. She had several scores to settle with him, and Ginny would be rather be damned that let him go unpunished for tearing apart so many people and so many families. The Changs, the Longbottoms, Sirius, the Bones, Mad-eye, Charlie…
This battle was picked. Ginny picked up her wand and joined the Army outside of the tent. .