When Ginny was younger, she had dreams for herself. She would grow up, marry Harry Potter, and have a whole lot of children. They weren't grand dreams, but they were hers, none the less.
When everything went to hell, Ginny found herself wondering if anything would ever go the way she wanted it too, ever again.
At the tender age of four, Ginny's view on the world was soured. When she thought about it, she wished dearly that she could take that day and blow it from existence. But she couldn't. She remembered the look on her brother's face as he fell to his death. Pure terror. And Ginny fully believed it was her fault.
"I'm older," He had said.
"And I'm bigger than you, and I'm a boy, so I get a turn on the broom first." She had crossed her arms and huffed.
"Fine. But I get the next turn." As soon as he was in the sky, Ginny was super excited. It looked like so much fun.
"Bet you cant go higher!" She shouted.
"Bet you I can!" He shouted back. And he did.
She had dared him to go higher on that damn broom, and as a result, he had died. And still, to this day, only two people on the planet knew that Ron Weasley was dead. Harry Potter and Eris Jager.
Eris had been the one too tell her that she could bring Ron back. She had been so scared, when she discovered he was dead, she was going to try to bury him of the edge of the pitch.
She had suddenly found herself in a strange grey place, and Ron was there, but he was facing away from her.
Eris had spoken then.
"Do not fear the Grey, little necromancer. It is simply the minds storage place, you could say. When someone dies, it just empties out. Nothing will harm you here." Ginny looked around frantically for the voice, not understanding what it meant. But upon not finding it, she turned her attention to Ron.
She kept trying to get into his field of vision, but he kept turning away. No matter which way she went, she never even got a look at his face. It was as if he could predict her decisions before she made them. She was so excited, though. Here was Ron, not dead. But he was mad at her.
"Big brother?" She whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. She was suddenly angry that he would ignore her so. She didn't mean for him to fall, why was he being so mean?
She struck out at Ron, only to find that he dodged her easily. She tried again. And she missed once more.
She started furiously swinging her fists, missing every time.
"Why won't you look at me!" She shouted.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay! Just turn around!" She sat down hard on the ground. She pulled her knees to her chest and cried harder then she ever had. She was stuck in a scary place, with no obvious exit. The only one that could help her, had shunned her.
She felt arms around her, and thought that it was Ron.
"I am sorry," She mumbled into his shirt. Only, it wasn't Ron's shirt. She jumped out of the arms and shuffled backwards.
"Who- who are you?" Ron was still standing with his back to her, and this scary man had grabbed her.
He was tall, he had a ring in his eyebrow and black shaggy hair.
"I'm Eris. It's okay, little necromancer, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help you." Ginny watched him warily.
"You talked before," She told him.
"Yes, that was me. What's your name, little one?" He spoke softly, so as not to scare her.
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley." She whispered.
"What's wrong with my brother? He wont talk to me." He looked sad then.
"Little Ginny, that's not your brother any more. It's merely a whisper of a memory." Ginny stared.
"What does that mean?" She asked.
"He died, little Ginny. He's gone now." Ginny's mouth gaped.
"No, no he isn't, he's standing right there, don't you see him? Look, I'll prove it too you," She got up and went to Ron.
"Ron, that silly man over there says your dead. Isn't that funny?" She tried to touch his back to get his attention. He took a step forward just as her hand nearly touched him.
She let her hand fall to the side, hurt. Why was he so angry? He didn't seem hurt. And there was a strange man here and he wasn't protecting her. She turned to face the man, who was still sitting cross legged on the floor, looking at her with sadness in his eyes.
"He's just mad at me because he fell. That's all, you'll see." She nodded her head furiously, as if it would help drive her point home.
"Big brother, I know you're angry, but I really am sorry! I'll do your chores for a whole week if you turn around?" She had tears in her eyes again. How could Ron just leave her to fend for herself?
"Two! I'll do them for two! And I'll tell mommy how nice you are to me!" He still didn't turn.
"Little Ginny, he will never turn to look at you. He has no face too look with." As soon as he said it, she realized that he was right. He hadn't been turning away, at all. His back simply went all the way around. She screamed.
"No, no, no, no, NO!" She threw herself to the ground furiously, beating her fists on the floor so hard it hurt.
She felt herself being picked up and fought harder.
This was just a bad dream. She would wake up any second, and she would go into her mommy and daddy's room, and mommy would make hot chocolate and tell her a story and tuck her into bed, telling her that bad things only happened in dreams.
"Little one, please listen." Though Ginny was fighting with all her might against him, he sounded completely calm. That fact, oddly, stopped her from struggling.
He sat her across from him.
"Your brother may be dead, but you can bring him back. Because you are a true necromancer, just like me." Ginny wiped her eyes.
"You keep saying nektromanceyer. What is that?" He smiled.
"Nec-ro-man-cer," He pronounced.
"Like I said, it makes you able to bring people back to life. There are only a few true necromancers left. You're the only one I've ever met, but I do know of two others. I could feel that your brother died. When I sensed that you had crossed into his greyscape, I was shocked to find another true necromancer." She only processed the first part.
"He can come back?" She asked excitedly.
When she thought back on this now, she knew that this was the first time Eris lied to her. And the last time he would show her such kindness.
"Yes, and I'll show you how."
And he did show her how. And many other things, besides. For nine years, Eris was her best friend. He taught her that she would need to imitate a heartbeat in Ron whenever he went to the hospital, or someone checked his pulse. He showed her which muscles to manipulate to make it seem like his heart was beating.
In the early days, she remembered Eris pondering if Ron would grow or not. She had long since realized that Ron was still dead. But she never brought it up with Eris. The knowledge that Ron was truly dead, and would never think for himself again, crushed Ginny. Her rock was Eris. But he was sly and everything he said could mean any number of things.
They soon realized that Ron was growing. Eris was fascinated.
"I've never heard of this happening. But of course, I've never heard of a necromancer holding one of the dead under their thrall for so long." He had said.
Ginny had smiled, feeling proud.
She had had a rough time in the beginning. Keeping herself and Ron moving all the time was exhausting. She made mistakes frequently.
Her Parent's thought that Ron had Narcolepsy, the way he would fall over, seemingly asleep. That suited Ginny just fine, really. She just had to be careful to keep his 'pulse' and breathing going whenever she accidentally let go of the thread.
She had met Eris every Saturday, if she wasn't at hogwarts. She would meet him just outside her family's wards. She almost always took Ron with her, to practice with Eris. She had to learn the fine art of sensing where Ron was, and what he had to be doing, without actually being near.
The first time Ginny had ever laid eyes on Harry Potter, she had never felt such mind numbing fear. What if he found out? He would get her locked up, that's what he would do. He was the one wizard that Ginny had been afraid of. Right from the point when Eris had told her to trust absolutely no one with her secret. Especially light wizards and witch's. Harry was the one person she had always associated with everything light and good. So she feared him. Eris had become the one she went to for everything. And she started to see him in a different light, one were they could run away together. Some part of her knew that it would never happen, but she couldn't help blushing whenever he came close.
Not long before her second year, Eris vanished. She remembered their last conversation, and she should have seen it coming.
"Next Saturday?" she asked, as she always did.
"Maybe," He said, disinterestedly.
"What?" Ginny asked, confused. His usual answer was, 'of course, little Ginny.'
"What does that mean?" She asked again. He glanced at her, scanning her face.
"It means, of course. As always, Ginny." The use of her name, without 'little,' in the front, should have tipped her off.
She knew something was wrong, but she never expected him to leave. He was her one solid thing. Her only support. The next Saturday, he wasn't there. Nor the next Saturday. She was crushed. Had he been discovered? Was he in azkaban? She worried no end, and her nerves were always on edge. If Eris was actually in azkaban, would they come for her next?
When Fred and George decided that it would be a great idea to rescue Harry from his house, Ginny couldn't think of anything for Ron to say that would change their minds.
When Harry arrived, Ginny was absolutely terrified. What the other's dismissed as her old childhood crush making her nervous, was actually much darker. But she let them think that. She even went as far as making Ron play it up. Telling Harry at every available moment all about Ginny's debilitating crush.
Ginny did her best to make Ron as repulsive as possible as soon as he met Harry, so that the boy would just leave. The opposite happened. Harry just wouldn't leave Ron alone.
Ginny eventually decided to just leave it be. She got used to Harry, slowly growing confident in her abilities, and in the fact that the only person to ever know about what had happened, would be Eris. And he was gone.
The beginning of her second year, she found that she was terribly lonely. While at school, she would write Eris letters. He would sometimes even reply. This year, though, she was to afraid to send him any.
She even went to Ron a few times, Making him hold her as she cried, made him tell her it would all be okay in the end. It never really helped.
So she would write in an old diary. She was shocked when it wrote back, but she took it as a blessing, a sign that someone was watching over her.
But it turned out, not so much. She ended up possessed, and trying to kill a heap of muggleborns.
Harry had, of course, come to the rescue. She thought for sure that this time, it was over. They would read her mind to try and figure out who possessed her, and they would get much more than they bargained for. But it never happened. No one ever spoke to her about it.
She began using Ron to get her necromancy books from Knockturn alley. She did feel bad, but she thought it better that he get the blame. If he were ever caught, he would be pinned as the necromancer, not her. Self preservation had become her number one priority. Her second, was learning as much as she could, as fast as she could.
And she did. She learned Latin through fourth year, and learned how to raise and control twenty dead. She mastered transfiguration and conjuration, so she could make her own dead attack animals.
Then in her fifth year, she discovered something that was sure to change her life, once again. The Great Harry Potter, was turning dark. He had given up on the light as she had all those years ago.
And she had told him everything. Well, almost everything. And he still held her close and told her it would be fine. And for the first time, Ginny believed it.
(A/N so there you go. I went way out of my comfort zone with this. But I think I portrayed Ginny's short lived childish innocence pretty well for a first try. Tell me what you think? Reviewers get cookies.)