A/N: MY FIRST STORY! Be nice and review with honesty! I'm not 100% sure where this is going, but I hope it will be good!

Everything belongs to JK Rowling. Without her, I would have been lost in many situations.

August

Ginny stared at her newly blank walls and thought about what it all meant. Why she had to leave her beloved bedroom, why she needed to escape everyone who was trying to protect her. Things didn't make sense the way they used to. She has realized over the years that the worse the logic, the more likely it is that the plan will work. And not just work, but succeed in ways which would be hard to imagine.

Snapping out of her revelry, she had trouble remembering what she was so intently looking at moments before. Then her pigmy puff, Arnold, started rattling around in the cage she had made for him.

"Oh calm down, you little bugger," she said in his general direction. "It's not like you do anything out here, either."

She quickly grew saddened at the fact that she wasn't going to be able to bring him with her. It's just not logical, Gin. Think about what you're about to do. You don't even know where you'll end up. She thought that if she had a useful pet, like an owl or cat, it would be different. But a ball of pink fluff that makes noise at the most inconvenient of times? Not a good idea.

The walls of her room had bright white patches where posters and pictures had protected the walls from dirt and sunlight. It was like looking at the back of someone who's friends' had played a cruel joke on them while sunbathing. Ginny couldn't help but grimace at the reminder of his face when he realized what she and Hermione did to him. But those days were over, and she wasn't entirely sure if they would have another summer like it. In all honesty, it wasn't looking so good.

"GINEVRA WEASLEY! GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE NOW!" Molly Weasley must have found Ginny's note already.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Ginny ran like lightning down the three flights of stairs to the kitchen where her mother stood fuming.

"What in Merlin's name is this?" She demanded. "If I'm reading this correctly, and you better hope I'm not, but if I am..."

"Mum, it's not a big de..."

"NOT A BIG DEAL!" Molly cut her off. "Arthur! She says it's not a big deal! That her running away and leaving all hopes of safety and survival isn't a big deal!"

"Molly, I'm sure she has a perfectly reasonable explanation for her attempted heroic actions," Arthur Weasley just stood there, overly calm, waiting for Ginny to explain her decision.

She stood there shaking, and beet red from frustration. The tingles started to build in her fingertips. She needed to calm down. And soon.

"Daddy, please don't make me defend this. I'm a fully grown adult in both worlds, and it's just better for everyone if I just left. You would be able to go back to work if everyone just thought I was dea...If I just left," her desperation was evident in the way she called her father 'Daddy'. She hadn't done that since she was fifteen.

"Ginny-bear, you're starting to sound like Harry. Self-sacrificing, and stupid," he winced at the way Harry's name made her lip curl into a snarl. "You cannot expect either of us to just roll over and let you leave!"

Ginny stared at her father. It seemed like a lifetime ago when he was telling her about all the amazing things she could do when she was seventeen. But obviously, he hadn't meant any of it.

"YOU SAID I DIDN'T HAVE TO ANSWER TO ANYONE ANYMORE! YOU SAID I COULD BE MY OWN PERSON AND START LIVING MY LIFE!" She screamed. Oh no, I just yelled at my father...this is going to be bad, very, very bad, she was wincing with anticipation of her father's wrath.

He sighed. He fucking sighed. What the hell is that supposed to mean? she thought.

"You're right," he said. "You're right and we know you're right. We can't actually do anything to stop you that isn't borderline illegal."

What? "What?" It was a breathy whisper at best.

"I said you're right. And I can't do anything to stop you," he said resignedly. Calmly. Arthur Weasley and calm when it came to his daughter was unheard of. This could not be good.

"You might not be able to do something, but I sure as hell can," Molly was beyond furious. But who it was more so directed at was indeterminable. Until she was raising her wand at Ginny.

"Mum, please, don't do anything you know you'll regret later," Ginny tried to reason. "If I have to hurt you to save you, I have no choice. But you can't stop me from leaving." Her fingers were starting to turn red. Hexing, cursing red. Her wand was still in her bedroom. Shit.

Suddenly, the vase in the living room holding freshly cut wild flowers exploded.

"I thought you had this under control, Gin?" Arthur moved past his wife towards Ginny who was standing by the stairs. "You know it's dangerous at the best of times, but it needs to be controlled properly!"

"Which is why I have to leave!" Her shrieking stopped Arthur in his tracks. "It's only getting worse! The longer I stay here, the worse it will end. Please, I couldn't stand it if...if..." She was sobbing now.

Molly ran. Ran towards the one thing she knew. Her daughter was upset and she knew what needed to be done. Hugs and kisses replaced the curse that moments before was ready on her lips.

"Shhh...shhhhh. It's going to be all right, darling. No one's going to get you here...shhh..." Molly's words only enraged Ginny more.

She yanked herself out of her mother's embrace. "You don't understand how close that was to being you! It was the gnargles in the weeds that distracted me from hexing you, mum. I can't be here anymore." She apparated back to her room and put every possible enchantment on her door to keep them out long enough for her to leave.

I should have left hours ago. They were supposed to be at Bill and Fleur's until tonight. Stupid brother not keeping his stupid mouth shut!

The letter was still there. His letter. Unopened on her nightstand. And it was going to stay that way. At least until she knew what she wanted it to say.

**FLASHBACK TO 4 MONTHS EARLIER** (Easter Break)

"Harry, you're a stupid git," Ginny tested, and uncurled herself from under his arm.

"Hmm? What were you saying, Gin?" He dazedly looked away from the notebook floating in front of his face.

"Nothing. Just seeing how into this studying you actually are," she lied and slid to the other end of the small couch.

He shrugged. "I'm sorry, but it's only a couple more weeks until term's over. Then I'll be able to pay you proper attention." He smiled at her and gave her a dry peck on the lips. He had the bloody nerve to smile a her. His damned, godly smile.

"I don't even understand why you wanted to enrol in a muggle uni. It's not necessary!" She had pleaded with him not to go. They were supposed to be done school now and planning their wedding. But here she was, looking at waiting another three years until he would be completely finished with his education. What she couldn't comprehend was why. He had a comfortable enough job at the ministry, enough money from his parents to support a small country for eighty years, and every possible award from the wizarding community.

"I know, babe. But Kingsley said that I should learn as much about politics as possible before the post becomes official. And really, wizard or muggle, politics are politics. Did you know they're considering abolishing the fifteen year limit on the Minister position for me?" He was ecstatic about that little fact. "Yes, yes, I know. But you can just learn as you go! Fudge wasn't half as smart as you, and look how long he lasted!"

This popped his bubble. "I have to study. Can you go find 'Mione? I love you, but you're distracting as fuck." HE WANTS ME TO FIND 'MIONE? she yelled in her mind. "Fine. Find me later. And you better not bring that bloody book." She gave him the most lust filled kiss she could manage in her angry state, and sauntered off to 'go find 'Mione'.

"I do love you, Gin," he called after her. But Ginny was too pissed to turn around.

"'Go find 'Mione, Gin. You're distracting as fuck, but you're a good shag, so don't go too far!'" She mimicked him out loud. Probably a bit too loudly considering her parents were home, but she didn't particularly care right now. Bloody stupid git. She thought, and walked aimlessly around the house. Of course, she knew where Hermione was, but no one in their right mind would dare to interrupt her now. And then she heard it. The low moans and slight creaking of a bed. "God damnit, guys!" She was standing outside Ron's room. With a lazy flick of her hand she cast a silencing charm on his door.

As she continued down the hall, she nearly passed out. Where was her wand? Boot, it's tucked in my boot. From this morning...

"CHARLIE WEASLEY WHERE ARE YOU?" She panicked. Every time she panicked she called Charlie. Though not as compassionate as Bill, he was no where near as taunting as the twins. I have to stop thinking about them as a set, she thought. Fred is gone. Deal with it.

"Gin? What's wrong?" He had appeared at her side faster than she could recollect her thoughts.

"No...Silencio...Hand...Magic..." Gasping for air, she collapsed against the wall and slid to the floor.

"Explain further. Words have very little meaning outside of a sentence, love," He crouched next to her, examining her face as she relaxed. "Now, start at the beginning and tell me what the hell he did this time that has you so upset."

He was looking for an excuse to hex Harry. It made her giggle. She knew her brother so well.

"He didn't do anything. Well, that's not true, he's always doing something, but this time he's not directly involved." Charlie was disappointed. According to him, Harry was nice enough, but no where near acceptable for his baby sister.

"I was coming from his room, though. He made me mad, so I left. And then when I was at Ron's room, they forgot to silence the door again, so I did it for them," she started to shake at what she had to explain still. No, it wasn't really too huge of a deal, doing magic without words. But without a wand? Surely that wasn't as common.

"They really need to stop forgetting to do that. Too many times have I made a trip to the loo in the early hours and they're going at it like bunnies in heat," he joked.

"But I...My wand's in my boot!" She pulled it out and glanced between it and her hand that cast the charm. "It's been there since I got up this morning." She really hoped he understood without needing more explanation. Unbridled laughter spilled out of him. It was a few minutes before he had himself composed enough to continue the conversation. "Don't you remember when you were four, and Bill and I were playing one-on-one Quidditch in the yard? You wanted to play so badly, that you summoned the very broom I was riding. You were so pleased with yourself."

What does this have to do with anything at all that I just said? she thought angrily. Her look summed that up perfectly.

"Gin, wandless magic is how children prove they aren't squibs! The fact that you did it as a fully grown witch shouldn't really be this shocking," he had to close his eyes and bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing again.

"But it happened so effortlessly! I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I didn't have my wand in my hand! Isn't it supposed to take time, and practice to do it like that? And even so, people are aware of when they're doing it!" She desperately wanted him to tell her...what? As he said, it shouldn't be this shocking. Surprising? Maybe. But shocking to the point of hyperventilation? Not so much.

"Yeah, well, we all know you're awesome, Gin," he smiled and gave her a hug. Well, as close to a hug as she was going to get from any of her brothers. "Emotions do funny things to our magic. Heightened emotion means a heightened concentration of magic within the body. That's one of the first thing they teach you at Hogwarts! Didn't you pay attention during your firs..." He stopped himself from finishing the sentence.

That year still haunted her dreams. Smart move, Char. Or your face would have been flying to Mars without you.

"Why do YOU think you're so worked up about it?" He continued scrutinizing her face for reaction.

"I...well...I'm not sure...But maybe..." She frowned. There wasn't an answer she could give him that wouldn't sound like she thought she was this amazingly powerful witch with untapped power, fit for controlling the world. But if that is what this means...she stopped that train of thought before it could leave the station.

"Okay, but if you come up with something, or if you end up cursing someone with this new little secret of yours, give me a shout. Just not as loud or shreiky as this one, kay? You know we're connected and you don't need much more than a whisper for me to hear you," he looked amused by her situation.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry," she murmured so inaudibly that she could hardly understand it herself. "You better get back to Romania before the eggs hatch."

Laughing, he stood, turned, and apparated.

Stupid brothers. She needed his reminder about their connection. She hadn't really used it much before, but now with the rest of her family tied up with someone or something else, she found herself alone more often. They had become aware of it almost two years previous when Harry was off saving the world. Ginny was sitting in the Gryffindor common room and just needed someone to talk to. Less than a minute later, Charlie's head appeared in the fireplace. He said that he just heard her, inside his head, and knew that she needed him. They just referred to it as their connection. No one questioned it. The rest of their family hadn't figured anything else out, and she preferred it that way. They assumed it was just a sibling bond that they formed since Ginny had grown up. Oh, how wrong they were.