Ginny was the last person she'd choose for this task - in her own opinion, Hermione would be best. Planning and knowledge and perfect recollection; all things Hermione has that Ginny doesn't.
Plus, there are things Ginny has to do that she can't mess up - like the diary. Sending Ginny back, well, Ginny knows that that'll mess things up royally.
But they don't have any other choice. Hah. 'They'. She's the only one left.
So. Ginny is sitting there, in Hermione's apartment in Oxford, (Ginny thinks), near that muggle university. Hermione had needed the facilities, and by that time, well, the use of imperious had stopped being a last resort for some of them.
Like Harry. But then, near the end - Harry had gotten a little too good at that sort of thing. Dark magic.
What was dark magic, anyway? In a war; to children raised as soldiers? What was it, but a tool?
Ginny didn't know. She wasn't a mind-healer, she couldn't tell you.
Ginny frowned down at the ritual circle. Hermione's notes were, well, Hermione's, so they were concise and easy to follow for the most part, and so Ginny figured she had everything she needed.
Hopefully.
Ginny took a deep breath. Neville was distracting a group of DEs down south, Harry and Ron were taking a last stand in Manchester.
Luna was at Cambridge. Ginny and Hermione had gone undercover, near the end. Bless them, but Harry and Ron wouldn't have been able to stand that.
Ginny dropped her glamour - though the short-cropped blonde hair stayed. At least, once she went back, Ginny would never have bleached it.
Ginny finished the last chalk marking - lit the candles, sat cross-legged in the middle. Uncapped the vial she'd had in her pocket and downed it, then cast the spell.
There was a reason people never did this.
(Lack of proof of it working.)
Avada Kedavra.
Ginny gasped, sat straight up in her bed and shoved off her covers. She collapsed onto the floor, then scrambled to the mirror.
Twelve. She'd started tying her hair up for bed that summer. Ginny relaxed, minutely. She didn't have to go through that again.
Ginny wasn't in the mood for reliving past trauma, though she knew that that would end up happening at some point. If Ron and Hermione couldn't convince Harry not to go to the Ministry, then nobody could. Unless they put him in a body bind.
Ginny considered that for a moment. After all - Ginny didn't have any plans. Hermione was the one that was supposed to go back, but after the accident in the lab... well. Hermione had used herself as a distraction while Ginny sent herself back.
Ginny took a deep breath. It looked like four am out - and she was tired. Ginny went back over to her bed, got in, and settled in for some long-awaited sleep.
At least, for now, she could do so without needing to worry about being murdered during the act.