Warning: character death! AU, had a poem and wanted to upload it.

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The Calling

Flowing into springtime

Melting into fall

Nothing is what it seems

So listen for my call.

Ginny sat outside, within the protections, but still on the grass. It had been months since she had heard from the "golden trio"; she missed

confiding in Hermione, kissing Harry, and yelling at Ron. She hated to be left behind, but new it was for the best. She knew the final battle

would be soon, and was just waiting for the patronus from the Order telling her the same.

Shadows in the corners

Voices in the hall

Nothing left to protect

Nowhere safe at all.

They were being forced to leave the Burrow. Tonight was their last night. She heard her family downstairs yelling, but she knew that home

wasn't safe anymore. Nowhere was. At least at Aunt Muriel's she didn't have to cower in darkness anymore. She stared at the corner, where

her trunk was packed full. She chose only the important things- a few pictures, some clothes- and would have to leave the majority of her

things behind.

Flowers in the meadow

Laughter on the breeze

Everything's deceiving you

So get down on your knees.

Ginny wasn't particularly religious, but during times like these, a few prayers helped everything seem better. Or so she told herself. Aunt

Muriel's house had a tiny meadow behind it, where muggle children play. Ginny couldn't bear to watch them, because they would probably

be dead soon, thanks to him. The poor kids don't know that these could be their final happy days.

Running through the courtyard

Find a place to hide

You have a chance, just keep going

Stopping means you've died.

The call came, or so it seemed. Bill and Charlie went to see if it was a true summoning, or a ploy. Ginny snuck along, too, sick of captivity.

Just as they got to where Harry supposidly was, black figures wafted in. Grasping her wand, she shot a few spells and took off running. She

would run until she could stop to apparate, until she was safe. She just didn't know when that would be. But she couldn't stop early, it would

certainly be her death.

Dancing in the ballroom

Smiles leering of their faces

Save yourself, pick your poison-

Axes, swords and maces.

The battle was here, the final battle. The place was so chaotic, in such an uproar, that it seemed as though the battle was an intricate dance,

not a fight to the death. Dashing through the throngs of fighters, she made it to where she had last seen Harry. She heard a cry, and jolted

around- one of her brothers needed help. Picking a sword off a fallen suit of armor, she rushed to his side.

Freezing into summer

Shattered into fall

Nothing was what it seemed

You didn't heed my call.

She did it- George was safe. She was exhausted, and a beautiful purple light shot at her. 'Well,' she thought, 'at least Harry and my family

are safe.'

And she slipped into the blackness.

~~~GCP~~~

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