Summary: Ginny Weasley is in her sixth year and she has to cope with the lose of her brother. Everyone makes an effort to comfort her but only one is really there for her.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or the places. They are all owned by JKR.

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Prologue

In two weeks I will be sixteen. Last week Ron would've turned seventeen. But now he'll never experience that, and it's all thanks to that Harry Potter. Remember First Year when I had that stupid crush on him? I feel so idiotic when I think about it now. How I could I have a crush on that, that killer?

I passed the Quidditch store and notice a new broom, the Lightening, in their window. Ron would've loved that, too bad Harry had to go and kill him.

I know, I know. You all think I'm being too hard on Harry, but it's not my fault. He shouldn't have dragged Ron into this. It's Harry's fault for not asking for help. If he had asked for help then Ron would've came the easy way, but no. Harry didn't ask for help and so Ron had to be stupid and faithful toward his friend and had to fight his way in and get killed. Harry didn't even kill Voldemort, that's what makes it seem so much worse. It was like his death was in vain.

I hate Harry Potter.

During my daydreaming I ran into, what seemed a wall. I lost my balance and almost fell to the ground if it weren't for the wall's hand to reach out and catch me.

"Are you ok?" the wall asked. I looked up, pushing my long hair out of my eyes, and saw that the sun was directly behind the wall of muscle.

"Yeah," I said breathlessly, straightening up. Squinting, I noticed his, the wall that is, hair was light and glowing. Then again I was staring almost directly into the sun.

The wall with the glowing head of hair and I stood there for a few moments, me trying to see what he looked like and him, well, doing something. I couldn't really see what he was doing.

"Hurry up! We need to get home!" I heard my mum yell. I blushed.

"Um, I have to go. Bye," I said, smiling.

"Maybe I'll see you at Hogwarts?" the wall asked.

"Maybe," I said, biting my lip.

"Bye," he said, walking off, but I thought I saw him glance at me once more.

"Bye," I murmured as I walked away, a smile plastered on my face.

"Where have you been? I've been calling you for five minutes!" mum exclaimed as I reached her at Gringotts.

"Sorry, I ran into someone," I blushed.

"Ginny! You're smiling!" mum practically yelled as I stood next to her. "I haven't seen you smile in ages," she muttered.