It was Sunday morning and the Burrow was crazy with people packing, cleaning, and playing games. It was only quite when Mrs. Weasley gathered everyone around the dinner table for breakfast. The boys scuffed down piles of eggs, bacon, and toast; while Hermione and Ginny gossiped about the upcoming school year.

After breakfast Mrs Weasley pulled Ginny aside, "Honey your father and I have something to tell you…" Ginny's stomach began to churn. She knew what they were going to say, she had been waiting for them to tell her all summer. But why did they wait till 2 days before school began? "Ginny, you can't go to Hogwarts this year. Its just too dangerouse!" Mr. Weasley whispered. He glanced over to the dinner table where everyone was happily chatting, but when he looked back there were silent tears streaming down Ginny's face. "Baby it's for your safety! With last years events we can't possibly risk loosing you!" he comforted. Ginny stared at him icily, "This isn't fair! Why do you always have to baby me! I am 16 years old, I think that I can handle myself at school, and I think its time you thought so too!" Her mother turns from her and begins cleaning the mess at the kitchen counter. Ginny ran over and hastily whispered, "Mum I can't leave school!" she had so many big planes for this year. The dances, the boys, the gossip! She was going to miss out on everything she loved! "No, you're not going." Mrs. Weasley stated followed by that No More Questions look. Ginny turned on her heal and leapt up the stairs to her small room and slammed the door.

She finished packing anyways, fully planning on going with the boys and Hermione to school. She had been waiting all summer for school to start. Better than being locked up in this cramped house. Sitting on her bed she daydreamed of Harry and wished that everything was back to the way things were. Even back to before You Know Who killed Lily and James. Back to before Harry broke it off. Oh! Did she miss Harry. Even though he was in the room across the hall she couldn't touch him. She missed his kisses and his presents. Fresh tears began to cascade down her cheeks and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Mourning sun shone through Ginny's bedroom window and woke her from a deep sleep. She drowsily covered her eyes until she realized what time it was. She leapt out of bed and ran to the door. "MUM!" she yelled down the hall, but everything was silent. "RON, HERMIONE!!!" Ginny screamed, tears jumping into her eyes. They've left! She ran through the halls and screeched to a stop when she came to the kitchen. A hot plate of pancakes and a small note lay on the counter.

Ginny,

Dear we had to leave for the train, we were going to wake you but you looked so peaceful. Be back at noon. Eat your breakfast, there's milk in the fridge.

-Mum

"They left! They left! They left without me!" Ginny cried sinking to the floor. She couldn't believe this was happening to her! She couldn't live a whole year HERE with her parent's they'll drive her insane! She began rummaging through a box of news papers that lay in the corner of the room. Finally she found this morning's paper and angrily shuffled through the pages. A small letter fell out of page 5 and landed in her lap. It was addressed to her parents and she curiously picked out the letter that lay inside.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Weasley,

I have taken into consideration about this years lodging for Ginny, I understand your concern about the Burrow not being the safest place for her to live. I too agree and have made arrangement for her to live in Headquarters. If this is alright we can move her there as soon as she is ready.

-AD

So, she was going to have to like at Grimmauld place for the next ten or so months. Joy.

Within the week Ginny had moved into the smelly old house. She didn't mind living there; she minded that she was going to be all by herself.

"Bye honey! Owl us as soon as you can! Were just a floo away! I promise!"

"Bye mum and dad." Ginny said flatly, her year had just been ruined by these two people. And Ginny was not one who forgave easily! She mechanically gave them each a kiss and turned and shut the door behind her.

Ginny had NOTHING to do. No one had sent her any work from school. All she did all day was write in her diary, read, paint, and eat. That was it. She was beginning to get really bored. She wanted to go explore the rest of the house but Kreacher gave her the creeps and she didn't dare go upstairs to the attic. So she searched all the drawers in all the bedrooms on the first and second floor. She never found anything interesting. Weeks went by like this. It was the beginning of November and she felt like she was starting to go insane.

Some days she could swear that she was being watched. But that wouldn't be a surprise. Her parents are so strict that they used to watch her every move in the Burrow. And oh did she miss talking to people. She would occasionally find herself talking to herself. When she did this she would mentally slap herself and go write in her diary. How did poor Sirius survive like this? She was also surprised that there hadn't been a single Order meeting in two months. She didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Everyday she walked by Sirius' old room. But she couldn't bring herself to go in. the memory of him was burned into her mind and tears would spring to her eyes when she touched the door knob. One day she began opening the door but something told her to respect what ever was in there and she quickly shut it again and went to the library.

Ginny had just finished the dishes and she sat at the kitchen table rapping her fingers staring out the winder. Her mind wondered through memories idly until she heard a large thump from upstairs. She jumped six feet in the air and automatically reached for her wand. Her heart had leapt into her throat and it was beating so loudly that was all she could hear for a moment. It was just Kreacher throwing himself around like usual. She told herself, but something said otherwise. She mustered up some courage and wandered upstairs and began checking ever single bedroom and every single closet. Nothing, she found nothing. But then again, there was still Sirius' room. Slowly she walked towards it, her sweaty palms clutched her wand tightly, ready for whatever she found. She tried not to make too much noise as she turned the door knob. Suddenly a figure leapt out at her and grabbed her throat. She screamed bloody murder and scratched the person's face. The man shook her and she was knocked unconscious as her head slammed into the hard wooden floor.