DISCLAIMER; I do note own Harry Potter sigh but I do own this plot, inspired by Charmed.
SOUL PURPOSE
"Contact you ansestors when the veil between life and death is at its weakest on All Hallows Eve"
Hmm, whats the likelyhood of this actually working? Ginny thought as she sucked on her sugar quill.
Since Mr "I'm-chosen-so -I'm-right", her dimwitted brother and Ms Bookworm left on their own "members only" quest Ginny, Neville and Luna had been trying to find ways to be useful in the war against Voldemort. Hogwarts had remained open but many of the staff and pupils had not returned. Thus classes were cut down to the bare minimum; DADA, Transfiguration, Charms and Potions were all continued while such things as Muggle Studies and Divination were dropped. Care Against Magical Creatures and Herbology were continued, but were focusing on what uses they could be in healing and in battle.
Yeah like they're actually gonna let us use them, hah they'd rather hide us in a cave!
So the few who chose to return to Hogwarts were given plenty free time. What with the most focus being on the War and NOT their education.
Ginny had been ordered to return to Hogwarts so as not to be in the way of her family doing Order business "You'll be safer at Hogwarts". Neville and Luna had both opted to accompany her, one to get away from his grandmother, the other because she felt there was a large dwelling of haggis hidden in the grounds of Hogwarts.
The three had taken to raiding the library during their free time, looking up anything that could help. Other former members of the DA were following thier lead making then the defacto golden trio, a thing that Ginny thought was a cruel twist of fate.
So as not to be pesterd, Ginny had taken to sitting at the base of Dumbledore's tomb. Somehow she felt closer to him there, as though she could absorb his wisdom and calm. Plus everyone else gave it a wide berth.
Thus this was how Ginny had come upon a book about contacting the dead. She wasn't exactly sure how it would help, but curiosity always seemed to get the better of her over such small details and the itch for SOMETHING was getting impossible. So she decided to give this "comunication" thing a try. And with a final pat to the white marble, scrambled up to go get the things needed - unaware of the odd vibration the tomb behind her had taken.