Title: The Loss of War, The Power of Love
Summary: This is the effect I think the war might have on the wizarding world. There's romance, too, I can't help it, but it's more of a drama fic this time as well.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: *Frowns* You really think that I own Harry Potter? Wow! I'm flattered! Sadly, no, that's not the case. If I owned Harry Potter, there might actually be some decent merchandise. Oh, and a half-way decent film. Basically, I own nothing, more's the pity, and I thank J.K. Rowling for creating the characters and scenarios that inspired me to write this.
Prologue
Gathered around the youngest Weasley's hospital bedside, her family was understandably worried. They had already lost Bill, and Arthur was 'missing, presumed dead'. They did not want to lose the baby of the family. The other wounds of this war were too raw, too fresh for more loss. Ginny Weasley shouldn't even have been a part of this war. If only she hadn't felt so strongly about the right of women to fight alongside the men. But Molly could understand it. She supposed that it came from growing up with so many brothers. She had been proud of Ginny, but desperately worried, and never more so than now, as she looked down at her daughter's small frame spread out on the harsh whiteness of the hospital bed, a bandage wrapped around her head and all light gone from her face.
Ron was holding Hermione to him, although Molly could not tell who he was comforting, her or himself. Percy and Penny were holding hands tightly. Fred had his arm thrown around his wife, Angelina's, shoulder, which was as much emotion as he was going to show. George, a confirmed bachelor, looked lost. Charlie, missing Fleur as well as worrying about his baby sister, was as close to tears as she had ever seen him. Karen, Harry's muggle girlfriend, had her face buried against his chest. It was amazing how love could blossom, even under the terrible circumstances that they had all been living for years. It was a shame that Ginny had no one to love her. Of course, her family loved her more than she could ever know, but she knew from experience that it was not the same as a man's love. She closed her eyes, thinking regretfully of Arthur's warmth.
Then, Ginny opened her eyes. Looking around dazedly, she murmured desperately, 'Where's Draco?'
'Ginny, I'm so glad you're awake - what?' Molly stuttered.
'Draco,' Ginny said again, as if she had not heard.
Draco Malfoy? Draco Malfoy, the infamous death eater? Why would Ginny be asking for him?
Molly would not find out until much later. But I can tell you now. I can take you back through the years, to when I was little more than a girl. Fourteen years old and coming back to school for my fourth year. With the shadow of Voldemort hanging over me and everyone else. Within these pages I will record the dark times I have known, so that no one will ever need to know them again. I, Ginny Weasley...
A/N: You like? You don't like? Please let me know if this is worth continuing!
Summary: This is the effect I think the war might have on the wizarding world. There's romance, too, I can't help it, but it's more of a drama fic this time as well.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: *Frowns* You really think that I own Harry Potter? Wow! I'm flattered! Sadly, no, that's not the case. If I owned Harry Potter, there might actually be some decent merchandise. Oh, and a half-way decent film. Basically, I own nothing, more's the pity, and I thank J.K. Rowling for creating the characters and scenarios that inspired me to write this.
Prologue
Gathered around the youngest Weasley's hospital bedside, her family was understandably worried. They had already lost Bill, and Arthur was 'missing, presumed dead'. They did not want to lose the baby of the family. The other wounds of this war were too raw, too fresh for more loss. Ginny Weasley shouldn't even have been a part of this war. If only she hadn't felt so strongly about the right of women to fight alongside the men. But Molly could understand it. She supposed that it came from growing up with so many brothers. She had been proud of Ginny, but desperately worried, and never more so than now, as she looked down at her daughter's small frame spread out on the harsh whiteness of the hospital bed, a bandage wrapped around her head and all light gone from her face.
Ron was holding Hermione to him, although Molly could not tell who he was comforting, her or himself. Percy and Penny were holding hands tightly. Fred had his arm thrown around his wife, Angelina's, shoulder, which was as much emotion as he was going to show. George, a confirmed bachelor, looked lost. Charlie, missing Fleur as well as worrying about his baby sister, was as close to tears as she had ever seen him. Karen, Harry's muggle girlfriend, had her face buried against his chest. It was amazing how love could blossom, even under the terrible circumstances that they had all been living for years. It was a shame that Ginny had no one to love her. Of course, her family loved her more than she could ever know, but she knew from experience that it was not the same as a man's love. She closed her eyes, thinking regretfully of Arthur's warmth.
Then, Ginny opened her eyes. Looking around dazedly, she murmured desperately, 'Where's Draco?'
'Ginny, I'm so glad you're awake - what?' Molly stuttered.
'Draco,' Ginny said again, as if she had not heard.
Draco Malfoy? Draco Malfoy, the infamous death eater? Why would Ginny be asking for him?
Molly would not find out until much later. But I can tell you now. I can take you back through the years, to when I was little more than a girl. Fourteen years old and coming back to school for my fourth year. With the shadow of Voldemort hanging over me and everyone else. Within these pages I will record the dark times I have known, so that no one will ever need to know them again. I, Ginny Weasley...
A/N: You like? You don't like? Please let me know if this is worth continuing!