Chapter one-Prophet
Ginny Marie Weasley should have been happy. She had gotten everything she could ask for and more in life. She was in a happy relationship with the love of her life. Her worst enemy was dead and all of her friends where safe. Still she could not shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. She could not stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She could remember when such fear was reasonable. Her love was locked in a battle of wits with the strongest dark wizard on the planet. His chase led him around the world. His letters grew shorter and further between. Her sleep was fitful in the best of times. Other times she did not sleep at all but sat up late crying frustrated tears.
She wanted to go after them. She wanted to find Harry and help him. She knew that she could do no such thing. She knew that she would only be in their way at best. She suffered through long months of waiting.
Finally, on the day when he would have graduated, Ginny got the letter. They where all fine! They where coming home! Voldemort and all of the adult death-eaters where dead. She remembered the elation she had felt reading those words. Then she remembered the feeling of holding Harry again and she couldn't help but squeal with delight.
The feeling hadn't lasted though. When she was alone she still felt that the story was less then finished. She still felt like there was still something left to settle. It's probably just paranoia she told her self I'll get over it with time. Suddenly the window to her room burst open and a ministry owl dropped a letter into her lap. Then again she thought grimly maybe I'm onto something.