Author's Note-
Okay so I know that starting a new fanfiction, literally hours before the new and final Harry Potter book comes out, is a little dimwitted, but.. I'm doing it anyway. So after tomorrow night, if things in this story no longer make sense, that's fine. I am going to keep writing this story according to my guideline, no matter who dies/what happens in Deathly Hallows.
Off topic- This is the prologue, that is why it is so atrociously short.
Prologue-
"Hey Gin, mind giving me a hand?" Harry called out from the bottom of the stairs at 12 Grimmauld Place. I sighed and stumbled down the stairs obligingly. I really, truly, honestly, hated this. Here I was, carrying my ex-boyfriend's owl, or whatever he was to me, as he, my brother and Hermione were getting ready to leave to off to God knows where in search of the missing Horcruxes.
Life was playing a sick joke on me.
I tried my best to put on a bright face. As much as I wished I could scream and kick and throw a tantrum, I could not. I didn't have a right to. It wasn't as if Harry had dumped me cruelly, or cheated on me, or anything remotely heinous like that.
He had ended our relationship because he wanted to protect me. So if I did decide to throw a fit, I doubted I'd get much sympathy and be most likely viewed as a selfish, angst-ridden teenage girl.
No matter how close that was to the truth.
Too soon for my liking, almost all of the Order had gathered in the front entrance hall to make their goodbyes to the trio. I stood near the back, staring at my own feet.
"Sirius would have been so proud."
"Make sure you three eat. I don't want toothpicks coming home!"
"I vill mees yoo three."
I half listened to everyone make their farewell. I didn't want to look up.
I felt a hand on her shoulder. I looked up to see those familiar emerald orbs. As soon as our eyes met Harry pulled me into a smothering embrace. I squeezed back just as tight.
"Take care of yourself Ginny," his lips whispered into my hair, before stepping back to allow Ron and Hermione to say goodbye. I said goodbye to each of them, keeping my eyes locked with Harry's.
After the three had made their goodbyes, there was nothing left for them to do but depart. With a quick exchange of words with Lupin and Moody, and without a glance back they disappeared with a loud crack.
Everyone stood stalk still in the hallway, looking at the spot where the three had left as if they thought, if they stared hard enough it would bring them back. Everyone except me.
I turned on my heel, and started up the stairs, therapeutically stomping on a few. As soon as I entered my bedroom, I suddenly wished I was still sharing it with Hermione. But before I could even start feeling reminiscent, there was a knock on the door.
To my surprise, before I could even get up to open it, the door swung ajar to reveal Kingsley and Remus both looking slightly anxious and pained.
"You know," I started, "most people, when they knock usually wait until the person inside actually open the door."
"Ginny we don't have time for you snide remarks at the moment" Kingsley said harshly.
Remus silenced him with a steely glare.
"Ginny, the Order would like to have a word with you downstairs for a moment" he said in a much kinder tone.
I looked at them both blankly, shoved past them and made my way down the stairs.
Who even knew what these nutters wanted. I was sure to find out in a moment though.
