"Why?"

It was the only word in an inquiring tone that escaped from the paled lips of Harry Potter when his wife of five years, Ginevra Molly Weasley, drove a sharp kitchen knife through his chest. Cackling madly, with her fiery red hair flying wildly around her delicate, freckled face, that was twisted in sick grimace, wearing nothing but a long, dark-green nightgown, Ginevra looked like the angel of destruction herself.

Harry stumbled, and with as much grace as a falling tree, he sunk to their white, marble floor. As he fell, the knife, which Ginevra's hand was still clutching strongly in her small hand, was ripped out of his chest, bringing about another spurt of his crimson blood. His eyes were closed, and so he did not see as she leaned her back against the kitchen counter and slowly, but with more elegance than him, sunk down to the floor too. However, she did not rush to his side as a dutiful wife would have. She just sat her, staring at her bloodied hands that were still holding onto the blade that had stabbed her husband, not making any noise of regret or further madness, as blood, taking life with it, oozed from Harry Potter's body.

There was a sound of an Apparation 'pop', followed by the cheerful voice of Ronald Weasley:

"Harry? Ginny? I brought those papers…"

Ron, holding an armful of parchments, appeared in the arch doorway that led from their apparation point to the kitchen. It was rather a nice kitchen, and Ginny took much pride in it. The floor was made of white marble, there was a kitchen counter in the middle, and the wide, spacey windows overlooked the lake and part of the porch where the family used to spend their evenings. Now, however, the peacefulness of the place was disturbed by Harry's bloodied body on the floor, as Ron undoubtedly managed to notice when he entered the kitchen. His observation was betrayed by him dropping all the parchments on the floor before whispering through his paled lips:

"Bloody hell."

He rushed to his best friend's body and muttered a spell to slow the bleeding. He grasped Harry's hand and suspended him in the midair with magic as he rushed the way he came: towards the Apparation point. In a moment they were gone, and the only connection between them and Ginny was the knife and blood on her white hands, and the small puddle on the floor that came from Harry's veins before Ron appeared.

Ginny did not seem to notice any of it as she kept staring at her bloody hands, much in the same manner as she had before. Her long legs were comfortably tucked close to her body, still covered in the green night gown. And she was still clutching the knife.

That's how her youngest brother found her, after he dropped off Harry at St. Mungo's and Apparated back to Potter Residence. He rushed to her side, and grabbed her by the shoulders, yet Ginny did not look up.

"Ginny?" he asked, and his voice was soaked in worry, anxiety to find out what happened, and the gravity of the whole situation. "Tell me what happened."

Ginny very, very slowly looked up from her hands, and with an unreadable expression glanced at the puddle of blood, then back at her hands and, lastly, at Ron, whose eyes widened in the understanding of the horrible truth.

"No…" Ron mumbled through his clenched teeth.

There was just no way that his little sister could hurt his best friend, her husband whom she loved very much.

"No…" Ron repeated. "There is no way. I know you, Ginny."

He was disturbed as Ginny slowly raised her chin to look him in the eye. Her usually smiling face was blank, and Ron was having trouble recognizing his own sister. The woman that was sitting in front of him was so very different from the little girl that he grew up with, that he was quite sure that it was someone that drunk Polyjuice potion to assassinate Harry. At least, that is what he wanted to believe. Yet, he knew, deep down inside, he knew better. He knew that the young woman on the floor was his real sister. But the act he has just tried to put a stop to and his little sister simply did not connect in his brain. However, his suspicion was to be dubbed true by the actor herself.

"Yes." Ginny purred, and Ron had a feeling that her eyes flashed maroon as she breathed out those words.

"But why?" he whispered the question that had no suitable answer.

Ok, I seriously have no idea where this is going. So plz, plz review. I need ideas, and I need opinions to know whether I should even continue that . Oh, and in case you guys do want me to write this I might need a beta lol