Welcome. This is my first story so I hope it is ok. Please review with pointers on how I an make this story better but no flames please.
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Death was everywhere. To her right was her best friend wrapped in the arms of the dead girls boyfriend. From the spot she was standing at she could see the dead body of The Boy who lived, that boy lived no longer. The final battle had happened sooner than the order was prepared for. They had fought hard and had made significant damage to the Dark Lord's side but it wasn't enough. Ginny Weasley was the only one still alive. The death eaters had left long ago, not even bothering to check for survivors. All they cared about was that Harry Potter was dead and wasn't coming back.
Silence wrapped around the small girls frame. She could feel nothing, not her injuries nor her sorrow. It was easy to see her family. Their red hair stood out like a sore thumb. The twins lay a couple of meters in front of her. Her Mother had only just made it out of the castle before being struck by the killing curse.
She saw a flash of blonde that she knew belonged to Malfoy. He looked at peace in death. Ginny had known that he never wanted a part of this. She wished that she had gotten to know him but he had always kept up the facade that he hated her and her family. The true Malfoy had shown himself when he had jumped in front of Ginny to block the killing curse that had been aimed at her.
Now the tears flowed freely. The tears mixed in with the dirt that covered Ginny's face. Why couldn't she be dead too? She had done nothing to deserve to live. Maybe this was her punishment for opening the Chamber of Secrets, facing a life that Voldemort would rule.
She knew that she should run and hide. If the Death Eaters found her she would surely be made their whore and that was a life she couldn't face. She wiped her eyes, smearing the dirt on her face in the process. After taking a deep breath she turned around towards the crumbling castle.
Ginny stumbled as she made her way towards the castle that once was her safety, now it would be the centre of her nightmares. Ginny had been knocked out early on in the battle which led the Death eaters to believe she was dead. Quite a shock it was to wake up next to her dead brother.
Ginny knew that her wrist was broken and she would have a concussion from where she had hit her head, but there was only one thing on her mind. She had to make it the headmaster's office.
Before Dumbledore had been killed he had called the youngest red head into his office. He told her that if anything happened to Harry that prevented him from killing the Voldemort that she was to return to his office and he would tell her what to do. Of course she did wonder how she was going to find out what to do now that Snape had killed Dumbledore, but then again this was Dumbledore who knew what he had up his sleeve.
The gargoyle had been destroyed in the battle but the stairs were untouched, not even dust from the rubble had settled on them. Never in Ginny's life had taking the stairs seemed so long. She scanned the room for a clue of what she should be looking for. She needn't had to do that. A familiar voice spoke behind her.
Turning on her heel Ginny turned to face the headmaster, well a portrait of him. "I guess you have come here to tell me that Harry has lost." The portrait asked. A nod from the red head confirmed his fears. "Top draw on the left." He said pointing to said draw. "Open it. Put the time turner around your neck and turn it twice."
The red head done as she was told. Just before her world spun out of view she heard the headmaster speak. "Stop him before he can start. The world is in you hands."