It was warm. Warmer than you would think, Ginny thought idly as she and the other members of Dumbledore's Army crept through the rows of glowing orbs. They cast a murky light that made it so that you couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of you. The orbs….they even amplified the sound….an action that was most definitely not needed at this point in time. Ginny's already amplified hearing picked up on little things…the pounding of her heart…her friends' breathing. She was grateful for this last one….it meant they were still alive.

She threw a glance over at Harry. His scar seemed to be glowing, and she could see the outlines of tension in his jaw, the hard lines of sorrow already etched deep into his young face. He looked much older than his 15 years. Cedric's death had effected them all, but him the hardest. He rarely said anything about it, and would change the subject if asked, but Ginny knew that Harry felt guilt. She had seen it periodically throughout the year….when he had played Quidditch….when he would stare off into space…and especially when he talked to Cho. Ginny's face, which had been softening, grew taut with anger at the girl whom Harry was entranced with. Little did he know what Ginny knew about the innocent girl…

A flash of blue light flew overhead, and someone yelled "Scatter!"

Immediately everyone ran down a different row, Ginny stalling just a second too long, before running after Harry.

Green and Blue lights flashed above their heads, and she could hear curses being yelled in the distance, and if she were a good person, she would've been thinking about her friends. But she wouldn't, all she could think about was staying as close to Harry as possible, and every so often throwing a silent curse of her own off to the side.

Suddenly everything slowed down, became murkier than before, and tinged with green. She stopped for a moment, pausing to grab a hold of the nearby shelf. Some part of her brain, in its murk, noticed Harry stopping too, grabbing her arm, trying to force her to keep going… he was yelling….something…..something was falling….she heard glass clinking, but it sounded far away, and she decided she would prefer to take a nap instead….

With one last tug of her arm, Harry managed to push her away from the 50 foot shower of falling glass that the domino effect of the shelves had managed to create. The last thing in his memory is blackness….and pain…..

Jump to the beginning of Ginny's fifth year at Hogwarts…

Even in the midst of hundreds of people…. One can still be alone….That is the

thought that passes through Ginny Weasely's head as she watches the English countryside race by her once beloved Hogwarts Express. Now, like all the other parts of her life, it is filling with darkness, embarrassment, and shame.

Her thoughts spin back to that dark day in the Department of Mysteries….

Suddenly everything slowed down, became murkier than before, and tinged with green. She stopped for a moment, pausing to grab a hold of the nearby shelf. Some part of her brain, in its murk, noticed Harry stopping too, grabbing her arm, trying to force her to keep going… he was yelling….something…..something was falling….she heard glass clinking, but it sounded far away, and she decided she would prefer to take a nap instead…

Unfortunately, the force on her arm had other ideas for her, and she felt her body be thrown into the opposite wall, and her head bang against the wall. The green tinge of her vision had gone away, but was quickly replaced by red as what was first a small prick became a throbbing pool of agony. She felt herself scream out, then the pain went away...she felt herself lift up from her body, as though she was being separated from it…oh the freedom was incredible. She no longer felt the throb on her arm from Umbridge's detention, or the bruise on her knee where she had fallen down the common room stairs. Nor did the feel the throb in her head or the blood sliding down her neck. As she rose slowly up into the air, she thought: I am dead. I am really dead. The words sounded strange and foreign.

Suddenly she was aware of a growing weight in her feet, slowly pulling her back to her lifeless, blood soaked body. She clawed at the air above her, trying to get away from that which was now quickly pulling her back to earth. She wanted to scream out in frustration, but found that she had no voice to scream with.

The pain flew at her like a wave, enveloping her once again with its agony. Everything hurt and her heart beat fluttered like a moth. She heard footsteps running towards her, and a voice that sounded like her brother's calling out "Ginny? Ginny?" She sensed a presence kneeling beside her, holding her body in their arms, testing her throat to see if she was still breathing, then sighing in relief as they felt the barely their pulse. The warmth of their body felt good, and she managed to pull up enough energy to open her eyes. She saw the panicked face of Ron, and then his relief at her opening her eyes. "Where's Harry?" he asked in an urgent voice. She tried to find the voice to tell him, but it was choked back by another wave of pain that rocked through her body. The warmth of her brother was jerked away as simultaneously her pain became a thousand times as worse as before. Ginny felt herself scream in agony as her skin became fire, her blood ice, and her head a pounding timpani. She felt her legs twist to unnatural angles, trying to escape the pain that threatened to send her into madness. She would do anything…anything…to make it stop.

A slivery voice, cold as ice, filled her head and she felt her body once again be lifted into the air. But this feeling was different, she didn't feel as though she was floating, but more as if she had just jumped over a cliff but had not yet began to fall. The pain quadrupled, and she opened her mouth to scream again, but all that came out was a river of blood.

The voice said, "This fine young lady...has completed my task for me…Harry Potter is dead." It said with a sickening kind of glee. Her body fell to Earth, and her last memory is of hearing a crunch as her neck was thrown to the side and both of her legs broke.

Chapter 2

Ginny was jerked back to the present as the train was lurched to a sudden stop for the third time in the last hour. She could hear the Death Eaters- or as they were supposed to call them: General Assistants- tramping onto the train to do their 20 minute checkup on the students. This translated to anything from using the cruciatus curse on a student who looked them in the eye to harassing anyone they felt like. She no longer cared about what they did, and was apathetic as she continued to stare out the window.

A voice sounded through her compartment: "From now on all students aboard the Hogwarts express must line the halls during General Assistant checkups."

Ginny sighed resignedly, not wanting to move herself from her perch into the glaring suspicious eyes of other people.