Okay, obviously I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. Because if I did Harry would be dead. Just putting the warning out there, Draco is amazing. I will stick with the deaths provided by J.K. Rowling because that's the way it should be. As far as everyone who survived, think of it as OOC or think like I do- people change! Thanks for reading. Sorry if it gets confusing, there are a LOT of new characters. Because I don't agree with her epilogue. Sorry JKR.
The Order of the Pheonix was regrouped-unfortunately at my house. Let me tell you, things get hectic at the Burrow with 7 kids and Mum and Dad. Now add in all the people doing Order business, and things got ridiculous. My 7th year was going to be hell, that much was certain already. With all the stress, there was no way it wouldn't be. So even though Mum said I was too young, and Dad said to do what I wanted (even though he didn't mean it), I did what I could for the Order.
"Ginny Weasley!" I could hear the voice louder than a Howler…maybe because she was literally two feet behind me. "Mum, I'm right here." My mother turned around like she was surprised, and I felt immediately guilty for thinking anything bad of her. She constantly looked upset, and the stress was making her lose weight. "Oh, there you are dear. Lupin and Tonks will be staying tonight. If you don't mind…?" I sighed. Everyone stayed in my room. I actually don't know why Mum kept asking. I had watch duty every night anyway, and it was the one thing she agreed I should be allowed to do. An insomniac needs no room of her own.
I ran into Hermione on the stairs, and immediately I could tell something else was going on. "Gin! Where are you going?" "Mum needs me to change sheets. You might as well help before we have to clean the chicken coop again." Mione shrugged and followed me easily. That wasn't a good thing-if she was relaxed, then the planning was finally done. Mum had been trying to keep us all busy and "out of trouble" all summer- mainly to stop Harry and Ron and Hermione from leaving. Dad helped them lay the plans, and we all knew they would be gone soon. I think Mum was just putting in the effort for show. And sure enough, when we made it to the landing in front of my room, I could see Harry inside the door. Hermione cleared her throat. "I'll uh, I'll wait on the stairs."
"Ginny." My name was enough to make me fall into his arms. I never even tried hard to get with Harry Potter. But my crazy haired hero boyfriend just looked at me, the light gone out of his green eyes. I was afraid to speak, and I think he was just too caught up. Instead, we kissed. I had read books. This was supposed to be blissful, amazing, wonderful. But besides the kissing, Harry had always felt like a brother as well. "Ginny, we're going tonight. Promise me you will stay safe, you won't fight…I can't do this knowing you will be hurt." His voice was too tight, like he was holding back tears. I noticed through a vague haze of anger. "I love you Ginevra Weasley…but we're over."
Like I said. 7th year wasn't going to be any good. A broken Ministry, the Dark Lord, single, with a war going on and my family and friends' life on the lines. Probably going to screw with the quidditch schedule too…as far as I was concerned, absolutely nothing to look forward to. So I watched as Harry Potter, formerly my boyfriend, presently the Boy-Who-Lived, and always the hero, seemed to just wipe me from his mind as he walked out of my room and my life. I waited until he was out of sight and went back to changing the sheets.