Ginny

Ginny sat on the ground looking like she was going to cry. Everyone was moving around crazily trying to get ready for the funeral. Cedric had just died and no one seemed to have a care for her. Ron, Hermione and Harry were keeping to themselves. Ron had no time for her and all of her other siblings seemed to shocked by what had happened. This world was turning into a mess that no one could get out of. Ever since Harry Potter was eleven things at Hogwarts had gotten complicated. Two years ago she had been possessed by Lord Voldemort and ever since then she had some how felt disconnected from the world.

"Ginny?"

The brown eyed thirteen year old looked up. She wiped her eyes as she saw a figure walking over to her. Ginny was surprised at seeing someone taking notice over her. Everyone seemed to be wanting to be around Harry trying to figure out what happened or Cho, trying to comfort her. Ginny noticed that the figure was quite tall and had flaming red hair. She looked strangely familiar and her brown eyes were full of compassion. The figure held her hand out for Ginny to take.

"Can we go for a walk?" She asked

"I don't know you and what just happened I don't want to just walk with anyone. You can't trust anyone anymore. A Death Eater was in Hogwarts all this time. A student died." Ginny told the women before her

"I know." Was all the women said

"You know?" Ginny replied slowly "How is the possible? It hasn't even been leaked to the Prophet yet and your not a part of this school."

"I was though Ginny."

"How do you know my name?" Ginny asked nervously

The women laughed at Ginny's question. "That's easy. I am you Ginny. I'm from the future. I came here to help you."

It was Ginny's turn to laugh. "The future? Yeah right. If your from the future then why didn't you help any of this? When I was taken prisoner my first year? Cedric dying?"

"Ginny I couldn't stop any of that. The things that happened, they happened for a reason. If I stopped any of those things it could of ruined the future, our future." The older Ginny said

"I don't understand."

"Then lets go for a walk, so we can talk." The older Ginny said holding her hand out again to her younger self

Ginny thought about it for a few seconds and stared into the eyes of her older self. She could tell there was nothing but happiness and sympathy in the brown eyes; her brown eyes. Ginny looked down the hall to see if anyone noticed the older version of herself. Ron and Hermione were talking together and Harry was farther away from them by himself, but no one's attention was on her. Ginny excepted her older self's hand. The older Ginny smiled and helped the smaller version of herself off of the ground. She took her hand and led her to the gardens.

"Alright will you explain now? How old are you?" The thirteen year old Ginny asked

"I'm thirty-four." The older Ginny smiled

"What am I like in the future?" Ginny asked smiling at her older self

"You're an amazing women. You're a great mother, a loyal sister and you have a great husband." Ginny laughed "Something tells me that I shouldn't have told you that."

"I'm a mother? Who's my husband?" The young red head asked

"Someone that you love dearly. I can't tell you who. All I'll say is that he's a lot closer then you think."

Ginny pouted at that, but her face lit up as soon as she thought of her children. "Will you tell me about our kids?"

The older Ginny laughed, "Our kids are quite a handful. James is our oldest child. He's a prankster, but I think he's finally starting to fall in love with Neville's daughter. He really is a handsome boy. He has his father's hair and our eyes. Then there's Albus. He's our smart boy. Albus is a bit of a shy boy, but he really does have a heart of gold. He looks exactly like his father. The only one of our children to have his father's eyes. Then there's our little Lily. She looks exactly like us. Our red hair and brown eyes. She's one of the most beautiful little girls I've ever seen, at least that's what Harry tells me." Ginny covered her mouth up

"Harry? I marry Harry Potter?" Ginny squealed

"Oh I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Ron and Harry are going to kill me." The older Ginny commented biting her lip

"I wont tell anyone I swear. I always though Harry had a thing for Hermione." The younger girl said

The older Ginny let out a laugh. "I remember when I thought that. Let me tell you your niece and nephew wouldn't be to happy to hear that one."

"Niece? Nephew? Oh my God. Ron and Hermione? I knew Ron had feelings for Hermione. That little liar." Ginny said her eyes lighting up

"Ginny listen I need to talk to you. That's why I came here after all. Look I know things are tough right now. They're going to be tough for awhile. Things are only going to get worse in the Wizarding World. A war is going to break out when you're sixteen. You're going to lose people very close to you in these up coming years. I want you to remember that we do have a happy ending. The world does get a happy ending. No matter what happens you have to keep your chin up high. We, you are a strong girl and I believe in you, because I am you. Look at me I turned out alright didn't I? Married to Harry Potter with three great children." Ginny put her hands on her hips and smiled down at her younger self. "Just remember that you are my thirteen year old self and people do love you. You're not alone."

The thirty-four year old Ginny pulled herself into a hug. Tears were in both of their eyes. The older Ginny was starting fade away. The younger one grabbed her hand.

"Please don't leave me." She said

Ginny kissed her forehead. "Don't worry everything is going to be okay I promise. Until we meet again, my little thirteen year old me."

With that the older version of herself left the younger Ginny alone in the gardens. Ginny heard a stick snap behind her, but took no notice to it.

"Ginny, what are you doing out here? Everyone is inside for the funeral. Ginny have you been crying?" Harry came up next to her and wrapped his arm around the young girl "Ron's worried about you Gin. Let's get you inside."

Harry led Ginny inside to go to the Great Hall. They met up with Hermione and Ron and the four of them walked into the Great Hall together. Tears were falling every where during the funeral, but Ginny's face looked like it was made of stone. Fred and George were sitting beside her and Fred was holding onto his little sister's hand. She knew she couldn't cry. Everything was going to be okay. Her older self had promised her that everything was going to be okay.