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A/N 2: I know it's short, sorry. :/

The Morning After: Part 1 Katfishgirl9

When she woke it was unclear to Ginny where she was, and that instantly alarmed her. Being on your guard for so long will do that to a person, especially under a head master like professor Snape. Sliding her hand under the pillow (most definitely not her own) she pulled out her wand.

"Lumos," she spoke, lighting up a small section of what she could now see was the great hall. It was all coming back to her now. The war. Voldemort. Harry. Fred. Oh Fred! A single tear slid down her face as she slowly remembered why she had stayed at Hogwarts when so many others had gone home, or the more likely scenario, they were in St. Mungo's or even worse, like George. It pained her deeply to even think about it. Dead. How could someone so full of life no longer breathe the air she breathed, when she didn't even think about breathing. She was thinking about it now.

Sliding into a full sitting position she took a better look around. The great hall no longer resembled the room that she spent her first moments in as a Gryffindor.

She remembered that moment like it was yesterday. When profersor McGonagal had slid that hat onto her had, and when it covered her eyes, it had spoken softly into her ear...

"Ginivera Weasley? Huhm.. Let me see. Oh I know, Gryffindor!" The age old sorting hat, had declared.

"Are you quite sure?" She remembered asking in the complete darkness the hat consumed her with. She laughed at her ignorance. First year seemed so very far away now..

"Am I quite sure?" the hat chuckled, "my dear girl I believe I am!" and with that she had left the stool and went in search of a place to sit at her new table. It had been one of the best days in her life. She had been sorted into the same house as Harry Potter.

"Harry," she whispered to herself. No, she couldn't think of him now. The anger that filled her rocked her innermost being. How dare he go off to die the way he did? Idiotic. Crazed. What a complete lunatic. She could have lost him. Her Harry, gone forever, but he wasn't gone.

Where was he?

Using her wand, Ginny slowly raised herself from the cot she had been using and searched the other faces in the room. The room was full of those who had nowhere else to go. Widows, students who had lost their family's or were muggle born and hadn't been able to make it home the night before, and the professors who would organize what needed to happen in the days to come. Fred was to be brought home for a quiet burial. Of that she was sure, but she couldn't think of that now.

As she reached the end of the rows of cots she found Hermione and Ron holding each other against a wall. Both of them fast asleep. It felt wrong to wake them while so many others could not find sleep, anger momentarily forgotten at the sight, she went to find Harry on her own.

Ginny wasn't sure what caused her to walk to the library. It wasn't the most likely place she could think of that he would go, but then again, maybe it was. The library was somewhere quit, and she felt sure that was what Harry need most of all. He also needed her. She could feel it. As she walked into the library she saw him, sitting at the table farthest from the Restricted Section. Right there she knew that everything wasn't perfect, but it was going to be okay.

"Hey, Ginny."

TBC Most Likely... ;)

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