Silly Little Girl
a drabble

Abstract: Was writing back story for The Spy and the Painting, wandered down a Ginny Weasley rabbit hole. Takes place, quite obviously, during Deathly Hallows.

There were only a couple times in her entire life that Ginny Weasley felt in over her head.

The first was when she was a first year and was possessed by Voldemort. After that entire ordeal she had felt that she would never again experience something that would tear her apart in such a way. It was a testament to the family that she was raised in, one that a lot of people on the outside were quick to complain about for every slight both real and imagined, that she made it out with her mind intact. It had in fact taken the entire rest of the next school year to fully feel like herself again.

Nothing should have been that difficult.

But what's past is prologue, for she would follow Harry Potter into the gates of Hell itself to deliver him a glass of water.

She was a silly little girl with a crush, but dammit that didn't make it any less real. Harry had been her's for all of scant weeks and yet she knew. She had seen the look on Harry's face, she had felt the passion in his eyes when he looked at her. When they had parted she had felt her heart, the heart of a silly little girl, rupture.

Then he had gone on the run, and it was almost expected out of her that she would take up his mantle. To be his bulldog in the school, for he couldn't be there. She didn't want that, she wanted Harry to be there. To be the one that stood up to those bastards that dared called themselves teachers.

Neville luckily had seen how quickly she was drowning and had stepped up to be Harry's Bulldog, making sure that for every dark day he was there getting publicly beat up but still spitting in his tormentor's face.

She tended to Neville when it got bad. She tended to everyone, but she had always had a special place in her heart for the Longbottom scion. In another world, in another time she would have been Neville's. It made to much sense, and even though she knew that she was completely off limits in Neville's mind, she wondered what her life would be like if she wasn't such a silly little girl.

Yet every time she felt her will to be loyal, news of something that Harry had done filtered it's way back to Hogwarts. Just the sound of his name was enough to chase all doubts that had started to put their hooks into her mind and pull her under away.

She was a silly little girl.

And that was her strength.