A/N- Hey! This is the first chapter of the story and I have no idea what I'm going to do next. So if you have any ideas please tell me!
Going - Chapter1
"I'm leaving," she said as she stood in the doorway of the Weasley's kitchen. Memories rushed by her. Laughing, crying, talking, amazing meals, hilarious pranks - but that's all they were now. Memories. Things that had happened in the past to make her time at the Burrow even more enjoyable. Things that would just make it painful to stay now. She looked at the faces around her. Faces lined by loss, and a fear that would never go away, she thought how it was partly her fault - if she had saved Fred from the rubble, if she had just reached out her hand and pulled him away from harm, they wouldn't have that look permanently etched on their faces.
" No you're not." George commented, frankly
" Yeah," chipped in Ginny " Isn't this, like, the fifth time you've 'left'?"
" Just face it, Hermione, you can't leave this place. Every time you try you come straight back." Harry said, not looking up from his breakfast
" Look, I really am leaving this time! I've already packed my bags and called Charlie to let him know I'm going to Romania for a while. And, I've found a place in Diagon Alley - not far from the shop." she said, nodding slightly at George when she mentioned his shop.
Again she looked at the faces around her, most were shocked but one in particular caught her attention. The face of her best friend, the one who had helped her through everything, was a mix of emotion from confusion and sadness to joy and excitement. Finally Ginny settled on betrayal.
"What?" Ginny whispered, tears pooling in her eyes, "I thought we were moving out together? We were going to be flatmates…" her voice trailed off as the tears fell, she left the room hurriedly. Hermione stood, too shocked to move. She had expected Ginny to be more supportive or at least shout at her! Ginny's reaction had completely thrown Hermione, but finally she decided to go and explain why she had to leave.
"Ginny?" Hermione called through the door of the room they had shared for the past seven years. No reply.
"Ginny, let me in," this time she said it louder, but still no reply.
"Fine! I'll let myself in!" Hermione shouted this at the door and waited for a few seconds before shoving it open. Inside she found Ginny in a heap on the floor crying into her hands. She looked so helpless and vulnerable that Hermione's anger evaporated immediately.
"Aww, Ginny," Hermione whispered " It's not that bad - it's only Diagon Alley!'
" I'm sorry. I'm over reacting, I know, it's just that moving out is a thing we were going to do together and Mum's probably not going to let me go until I'm at least your age and even then I'd need someone to live with which is why moving out with you was such a big thing because I've been trapped in this house for my whole life and if I don't get out soon I think I'll go mad!" Ginny finished in a rush. Well, thought Hermione, I was not expecting that.
" Look, Ginny, I was going to save this until your birthday but… I bought the flat at Diagon Alley because it has two rooms. One for each of us." Hermione said, quietly
Ginny looked up, " Really?" she asked, excitement shining in her eyes
"Really."