Just trialling this story here to see if it has any interest. Got another (cross-over) story that also focuses on Ginny that you guys should go read and let me know if it's any good. Well here goes. CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.
"Did they honestly expect me to just sit around my house while they go off and complete this secret task?" Ginny ranted to herself. Harry, Ron and Hermione had left the other day, mid wedding, and all their clothes and belongings were gone too. Ginny completely understood their need to go and she understood why she and Harry broke up, it just wasn't safe for her or her family. But them leaving was definitely the straw that broke the camel's, Ginny was absolutely sick of her whole family treating her like she was some little girl that needed protecting.
She most certainly did not. If anybody actually paid her any notice, they would see that she has the highest overall grades of the whole family, with Percy as her only competition. She knew spells people in her year didn't even know existed and all her success was ignored because they all saw her as the baby. Yes Ginny was no Hermione, but instead of focusing on things like history of magic, she put her attention towards the 'useful' topics and her spells packed a hell of a punch more than Hermione's. She studied through summers and holidays and if the trace wasn't on her she would have been out fighting from the beginning.
But the trace wasn't going to be on her much longer. No it wasn't Ginny's birthday, she was planning something, something illegal and dangerous. But what's life without danger? She just had to wait until tonight to complete it and then she could actually be of some use in this war.
She'd done all the preparation, she'd packed all the necessary items, first aid kit, clothes and what little money she had. Now Ginny was just waiting on one more thing. Now that the wards were broken by death eaters at the wedding Ginny could get out without tripping the alarm. Or more importantly get someone in. Her father had set up basic anti-apparition wards around the burrow, nothing about broom sticks so when Ginny heard a soft knock at her window she knew the plan was officially in action.
Getting up she crossed the room and opened the window stumbling back as a mess of limbs tumbled onto her floor. "Shhhhh!" Ginny hissed, "Jesus Dean, you're about as graceful as a bloody boggart!" she whispered shutting her window softly.
"Sorry, nearly dropped my broom trying to carry yours." Dean held up both brooms as indication of this. Ginny just rolled her eyes and dragged a bunch of pillows out from under her bed and positioned them on the floor in a row.
Stepping back she considered them and then met Dean's gaze, "Have you learnt the spell?" He nodded his confirmation, "Did you practice?" she asked.
"Yes but I really don't like this Ginny. If this goes wrong….." he trailed off.
"I know what could happen!" she whisper shouted and then quickly composed herself. "Listen, I'm really trying to keep them safe, and I get that I look all selfish doing this, but I have to help. My family are powerful, and right now the whole lot is under one roof, they can take care of themselves. Plus they have a plan for if death eaters come…. The point is that they'll be fine, but so many people won't be and if I can even help one, then I have to, right?" with her rant over she locked her eyes on Dean daring him to disagree. Eventually he sighed, conceding defeat.
"Ready?" Ginny asked. Dean steeled himself and pointed his wand at the pile of pillows. Ginny used a knife to cut an inch of hair from a random section on her head, she placed this on the first cushion. Then she put the knife to her hand and sprinkled the blood that followed over the whole pile.
Using silent magic because of the amount of noise they'd already made, Dean quietly turned the mess on the floor into a completely different mess altogether. Where there used to be pillows, there was now a lifeless body of a red headed girl identical to that of Ginevra Weasley. "This is going to really hurt them," Dean whispered, referring to the rest of the Weasleys.
"This is going to save them." Ginny said firmly. Then she quickly bandaged her hand, grabbed her suitcase and asked Dean to shrink it so that she could fit it into her pocket. Then she picked up her wand and a back pack and crept into the hallway and began to climb the stairs. Already knowing the plan, Dean levitated the body and followed her silently. They went up to the top floor, down the corridor, carefully creeping past Mr& Mrs Weasley's room and coming to a halt in front of a door that read 'CHarLiE'ss RoOOm' in faded crayon letters.
Outside the door Ginny turned back to Dean, "Remember I have to do it so that the ministry gets the alert from my underage magic and it looks realistic. Wait here until I come get you and cast muffliato on my parent's door." Then as Dean turned to carry out the last instruction, she slowly pushed the door open.
It was as she was trying to close the door that she heard a very tired and groggy voice say, "Ginny?" still facing the door, Ginny took a deep breath and braced herself for what was about to happen. Then she turned around and cast a silent body binding curse at her eldest brother. The shock on his face would now be frozen there until the spell wore off, by which point she would be long gone. She walked back to the door and beckoned Dean in, casting a silencing charm once he was inside.
"Right I doubt anyone is at the ministry at this time but who knows nowadays, so we better make this quick." She said once they couldn't be overheard. Then she turned around and walked over to her brother again, hearing Dean follow, with her dead body-double in tow. There was obvious panic in her brother's eyes and she felt truly remorseful for what she was about to do.
"Charlie, I don't have much time okay? So I need you to listen really carefully now." She took his wide gaze locked on her face as acknowledgment and continued. "I'm going to help the war effort, and I am so very sorry for dragging you into this too, but I need your help. That body behind me," she pointed to it, "is a decoy and will run out in roughly 24 hours, maybe a bit longer. Bury it before then, or the whole family will be neck deep in shit." Ginny laughed without humour and then turned around and signalled at Dean, to which he promptly chucked the body out of the highest window of the burrow leaving the windows open for effect.
"You can't tell Mum or Dad until after okay?" she was beginning to cry, and her brother looked absolutely frantic, his muscles completely tense and eyes bulging. "When the death eaters come looking tomorrow, and they will, it has to be realistic. Don't let Mum do anything stupid before you've told her." By now she was having to wipe tears off Charlie's face because she was crying so much. "If the people question you, you say that I came in distraught, tha-that I was u-upset about Harry leaving and that I couldn't cope anymore." Then Ginny pulled an envelope out of her back pack and placed it in her brother's hands. She had written a note to convince everyone that she had really gone through with it. "I love you all so much. Nothing in this letter is true, you all need to keep fighting okay?" Then she kissed her brother on the cheek and wiped one stray tear which was actually his for a change.
Dean placed his hand on her shoulder, gently saying, "We really need to go, it's nearly 2 in the morning." Ginny nodded solemnly and stood, holding her hand out for a broom which was promptly given to her. Trying not to look back at Charlie, but feeling his gaze on her, Ginny promptly climbed onto the window ledge and softly let herself fly towards the fake corpse on the ground. Waiting as her companion caught up with her, Ginny thought about how weird it was looking at her own body, however unreal it actually was.
Once she felt Dean's presence at her shoulder, she bent next to herself, and placed her wand into its grasp. The finishing touch.
"How are you going to cope without a wand?" Dean asked staring down at her.
"Oh I plan on getting one very soon." Ginny said with certainty.
"And you're sure that you don't want me to come with you?" he asked, his voice sounding uncertain.
"Dean," Ginny turned to face him, "I am so grateful for what you've already done, but I couldn't possibly ask you to come any further. The things I have to do tonight could get me sent to Azkaban and I'm a pureblood. The things I plan to do after tonight… let's just say they won't care who we are, they'll shoot to kill."
"But… if it's so dangerous then why do it." Dean asked.
"Because everyone else who possibly could has a family to worry about, but after tonight, I will literally be outside of the system. What I do won't affect my family until I get killed and I plan on taking as many as I can with me." She replied darkly.
"I understand." Dean said quietly. When Ginny looked at him sceptically he went on, "Oh I think you're completely nuts, but I get why you're doing it. If you can do this, you'll help so many people. But that's a pretty big 'if'." Then he kissed her cheek quickly and disappeared into the night.
Ginny felt bad for all she had done tonight, including dragging her ex into the situation but what she was about to do should set it all right….