In the days after the finally battle so many emotions had coursed through Ginny veins she was beginning to get whiplash. One moment there was anger, anger so strong that Ginny would clutch at her wand wishing for nothing more than the chance to kill, to fight and destroy as those monsters had. Families where torn apart, ripped with despair. She often found herself wondering why it had to be this way. Why did so many innocents have to die.
When she was alone in the bed she had been sleeping in since she was a small child the familiarity and the comfort that home brought was gone, leaving her feeling raw and broken. Every where she looked she noticed Fred. The ghost of him hung heavily in the Weasley's home. Ginny was well aware of the affect it was having on the rest of her family more so on George than the rest, though, that was understandable. Her heart was breaking for them and often Ginny heard her mothers cries all the way from the room she shared with her husband.
Then there was the happiness it was over. Finally, it was over after a year of living in sheer terror she and the rest of the world both Wizarding and Muggle where free. She could finally be with the boy… no the man she had loved since she was eleven. Her days where spent in her and Harry's very on joyful little bubble as if the rest of the world could not touch them. In those hours spent with Harry everything was okay, he lessened the tidal wave of intense woefulness.
After the happiness came the guilt. She felt so guilt that it physically hurt her, what right did she have to be happy when Fred would never laugh again. Or when Mrs. Creevy would never see her son's smile as long as she lived. And what of little Ted Lupin? The poor child not even a year old and was already an orphan the only family he had was his grandmother. She had no right what so ever to happiness when he would never know what it is like to have a mother and father.
Most strongly though was the feeling of panic, and fear. There wasn't a single night that went by when she wasn't woken up by the dreadful dream that Harry had never come out of that forest alive. The what if's plagued her relentlessly. What if he died? What if Voldemort where still in power? Ginny couldn't take it any longer she wanted nothing more than to forget that any of this happened. Part of her wanted to forget that she even had a brother named Fred.
She longed to have the ignorance the muggles where so luck to possess. Why her? Why did she have to live through this? She simply couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't be stuffed in the burrow with all of that sadness she simply must get out before she went completely and totally bonkers. At the rate she was going it wouldn't take long. She didn't have the escape to Hogwarts as the damage to the school had been so greatly damaged that it would take until at the least November before the school was livable. And even then she wasn't sure if she could return.
It occurred to her at that moment she could in fact get away from everything. Though it meant leaving her one source of happiness. Last year Hogwarts started an exchange program for up and coming seventh years with Beauxbatons . When it was announced Ginny had laughed at the idea of going to school with all of those French snobs but now with the idea of getting as far away from Britain as she could she relished in it. She would go to France and that would fix everything a year from now when she returned home she would be back to her old self of that she was sure of it.