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AN: This is a oneshot of Ginny during deathly hallows. Hope you like it. Please review.

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The Realms of

Someday

Home. The place smelled like home just like it always had. The soft rays of the first sunlight of the day were slowly descending over the tower from the top. They were telling her it was morning, a new day but it didn't feel so. The claws of the night remained, trying to get her bare from the inside. But she was strong, her mother always said so.

Suddenly, the smell disappeared. The tower, which had once seemed home, now haunted her. And all she could do was walk as steadily as possible; she tried to reach the other end of the enormous castle. Even the walls of her Gryffindor tower had lost their warmth. The fireplace was diminished featuring for the lack of a presence in the room.

Someone sat body stoic and frozen almost asleep if not for the open eyes. Seeking company, she made her way to the opposite couch. It creaked under her weight and the person jumped unaware of the second presence till now.

"They have her," he whispered, his voice slicing the silence.

The girl could only nod.

"Where were you?" His once bright eyes now emitted an untameable darkness. His voice broke as he said, "What did they want?"

The girl gave a humourless laugh, no mirth in her eyes. She just said, "Oh! They did not get it."

"Good, they shouldn't."

The girl's tiredness worn out as she said, "It was Amycus today, he seems less demanding." A dark shadow past her face

"I-I'm sorry Ginny. But I couldn't let them- you know…"

Again the girl could only nod.

"I hope she's well, Neville."

"Don't worry, Gin. It's her she'll manage." Though the uncertainty was evident in his voice, his words were enough.

A single, lone tear slid from Ginny's eyes towards her lap. Hastily, she wiped it away.

But Neville noticed, he noticed everything these days.

"It's hard Ginny, for all of us. But Harry, he will make it. He will be successful and we will all be happy." He reached over for her hand, in a comforting and friendly way.

"Another one of us is gone Neville. People are dying. I can't take it anymore. What if something happens to them? What if something happens to-.''

The final straw broke, the tears now flowing freely from the redhead's eyes.

"All we can do is wait. It will be fine. Someday it will be fine."

Sometime later the redhead drifted to sleep and so did the boy. If anyone saw them they did not speak of it. Because they knew, in times like this, dark and broken, sleep was hard to come by.