Suddenly Gone

Summary: A nineteen-year old Ginny struggles through a particularly difficult life. Facing her complicated love life, being hated by everyone, and finally realising that she had lost everything she could ever imagine.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognise in this story. (Cause if I did, I'd be so damn rich by now… *Sigh* Think of all the possibilities…) Nah, they belong to the wonderful author J.K Rowling. Oh yeah, and also Bloomsbury, Warner Bros, etc.

A/N: This is my FIRST ever Ginny fic, so please try and review.

Chapter One: The Engagement News

Ginny Weasley relaxed on her furry sofa as a light stream of sunlight stroked her soft, lushy cheeks. She twirled her luscious, red hair teasingly; a habit she had adopted since her 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and smiled as she saw Seamus Finnigan blush shyly at her.

What a loser, she thought, but she grinned sweetly back at him. Dean Thomas' eyes were goggling at her, but she chose to ignore him.

"So," she started, pretending to yawn and stretching her hands. "Have you guys heard any more news on this so-called 'war'?" she asked, fluttering her eyebrows.

The atmosphere was warm, and pleasant. They were outside; on Ginny's decorative porch in her beautiful garden. Birds were chirping silently, and the aroma of roses and daises were all around. It was a perfect spring day. Behind the garden, there was a huge mansion; made of pure, solid marble. And it all belonged to the Weasleys.

Who would have thought? The Weasleys, out of ALL people, were living inside this humungous house. After the fall of Voldemort, Mr Weasley was raised up to be the Minister of Magic's right hand, and he received a handsome salary from that day on. What's more is that Mrs Weasley had become a famous author, writing books, mostly containing recipes and good tips around the home.

"Um, yeah well," said Seamus in his low voice. "I heard that the Dakrons are trying to take over England. But Fudge and Dumbledore apparently already have an army of their own."

Ginny sighed. She hated the 'Dakrons'. They just made her seemingly perfect life fall into pieces. The Dakrons were the new force coming from the East. They seemed to have a strong leader; someone by the name of Chinem. They didn't risk open war, but were slowly gaining over Britain, and have already conquered most of Germany and Sweden.

"Ah well," she said softly. "I think there will be no war!"

Dean stumbled out of his day-dreaming. "What did you say, dear?" he asked.

Ginny flashed him an angry look. "I said: 'I think there will be no war'. And don't call me 'dear'."

Dean blushed red. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Ginny rolled her eyes. Geezzz…. It's not as if he's my boyfriend…. 'Dear'? How GAY…

"Anyway," Seamus said quickly. "Guess what I found out?"

"What?" Ginny said monotonously.

"I heard that Harry and Cho are going to get married!" Seamus cried out, grinning from ear to ear.

Ginny gasped, clutching the edge of her sofa. Her face turned red with anger as she shouted out: "WHAT??" She jumped up, and stormed out of her porch, her red hair flying out behind her.

"What's the matter with her?" Seamus asked, confused.

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Ginny ran out into the garden, breathing ferociously. Angry thoughts whirled inside her head, spinning round and round. How could Harry do this to her??

She clutched her fist harder, her white knuckles glistening under the sun. How could he? HOW COULD HE??

A soft whistle pierced the stuffed air around her. She turned around to face her father. "Daddy?" she asked.

Arthur Weasley looked at his distressed daughter. "Anything wrong, honey?" he asked.

Ginny harshly shook her head. "No--Nothing wrong…"

Mr Weasley could tell she was lying. "Well, I'll give you good news; to cheer you up--"

"Nothing's wrong, Dad! Ok?" Ginny exclaimed, frustrated.

Mr Weasley backed away, holding his hands up. "Ok, ok… Anyway, tomorrow, there will be a party, in Lord Bracknell's house. Our family has to come. All your old friends would be there; Hermione, Parvati, Cho--"

"I'm not coming," Ginny snapped.

"Ginny," soothes her father. "Come on, it would be a great party. You love parties, don't you?"

"Not anymore," said Ginny promptly. She's not going anywhere near Cho.

"Harry would be there…" Mr Weasley watched his daughter intently. His fingers were crossed behind his back.

Ginny's heart skipped a beat and her eyes brightened. He might still love me… He might… I'll MAKE him love me again…

She hesitated. "Fi--Fine… I'll go then…" With that, she glanced at her father one last time, before she stomped back into the house.

Behind her, Arthur Weasley smiled silently, but there was pity written in his glittering eyes.

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