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As Ginny yawned and pulled a white dress over her head, she let the cool feeling of cloth touch her mid thighs before flaring outward. She pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail, a stray piece of red falling against her pale skin. Leaning closer toward the mirror, she gazed at herself critically checking her figure.
She had never been a self conscious girl, at least not about the way she looked. She would wear long shorts in the summer when she felt like it, and short skirts in the winter when everyone told her she'd freeze. During the rainy season, she would walk outside without a coat or umbrella and when it was dry, she'd throw up a cap or put up her hood. Pulling back from the mirror, she sighed.
Downstairs, she could hear people talking; their voices low as if they were hiding something from her. Their heads were ducked down low, eyes trained on the floor as she entered the dimly lit room. As she moved, her peers stared at her, their eyes full of fear for what was to come. At the table sat Harry Potter, the boy who had defeated Voldemort in the wee hours of the morning. Next to him stood Hermione, her long hair cascading down her shoulders lazily. The glint in her eyes was gone. Ron stood behind her, his arms wrapped protectively around her and their unborn child. A small smile rested on his face, though Ginny could see through his façade.
"You don't have to do this, Ginny," her mother said as she stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. "You don't have to take this upon yourself. Harry could go, or Ron as well. I just don't like the idea of having my baby girl out there." Mrs. Weasley's voice trailed off quickly, her error caught as soon as the word escaped her lips. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"You're right, Mum, you shouldn't have. I fought alongside of all of you, even though you told me not to. I met Tom Riddle and I could tell you more about his personal life, his interests, his fantasies than anyone should, I have seen just as much as you have and it's my fault we're in this predicament anyway."
No one spoke after that, each person staring off into space or at each other for some sort of intimation as to what to do. Tears ran down Mrs. Weasley's face as she buried her head in her hands. "I don't blame you," she whispered quietly, her voice barely heard in the silent room.
"No one blames you," Harry sighed as he stood up and moved closer toward her, his eyes wide and expressive. "What happened out there on the battle field-you did better than I could have."
"I blame me and if you don't understand that, then you were never really my friend. You never knew a thing about me. It's my fault they're all dead and Dolohov creating his own force of evil? That's my fault too. I watched him kill Professor Lupin, I watched as he raised his wand, and shouted those final words, but it wasn't enough for Dolohov. He had to mutilate the body, cut open old scars. I did nothing but stand there. And then" Ginny stopped too afraid to go on.
"Ar-your father died trying to protect us. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He's proud of you Ginny, I know he is. I don't blame you for Arthur's death. I blame Voldemort, I blame Bellatrix, and I blame the Death Eaters. You're my daughter and I'll love you no matter what."
"You just don't understand!" Ginny countered, her eyes welling up with tears. "Dolohov is trying to get supporters for his extremist group! He's planning on wiping out all muggles, not muggle born witches and wizards, but all muggles. He wants to rule the world and make the rest of us slaves. If I'd stopped him, if I'd done something, this wouldn't be happening." She paused closing her eyes as guilt washed over her face. Her soft features grew chiseled and angry. "I've got to do this. It's the only way to stop this madness."
Mrs. Weasley sighed, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She understood the need to fix what was wrong, to change the situation. "It'll be dangerous dear, won't you take Harry with you, or even Hermione! She can keep you company, keep you safe."
Ginny shook her head violently. "I can't do that Mum; I've got to do this all on my own. I'm the one who messed this up. Only I can put it back together."
"She's right, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said at last, brushing her hair from her face. "It's up to Ginny. I wouldn't be able to help her anyway. She's got the will power of the Weasley family. Whatever she says she'll do, she will." Advancing slowly, Hermione wrapped her arms around the petit redhead. "I'll miss you Gin, if you can communicate with us, please try, but stay safe."
The room resounded with alike murmurs as Ginny nodded in agreement. "I will. I won't do anything foolish."
"Do you have everything you need?" Molly asked as she too came to hug her daughter. "Clothes, books, time turner, all of that?"
She nodded as tears threatened to fall down her face. "Yeah, I've got everything right here," she whispered pointing to her bag that sat on the floor. Sighing, she closed her eyes. "I'm going to miss everyone, but we'll see each other again soon." Her fingers fell to the time turner that lay at her breast. Holding it in her hands, she closed her eyes and let it spin.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Four times.
Five times until the dizziness faded and her feet became planted on smooth ground. Eyes blurring, she clutched the wall at her side, sliding down its cool stone until she felt her bottom touch the ground. She curled up into a ball and sat motionless, her breathing rapid, her eyes glazed over.