Praying:

The dark days. When that safe haven-or what was supposed to be a safe haven- Hogwarts, was filled with darkness, misery, despair. When days would stretch on endlessly, one after the other, each bringing a new horror, a new death, a new tragedy. When all they had was each other. Those were the days the girls from Gryffindor- form the smallest first year, to the tallest seventh year- would meet in the seventh year girls' dorm, every night, for exactly one hour. Some would cry. Some would comfort. Some would nurse the wounds of the day- a cut, maybe, or a nasty bruise, or maybe something worse. And some, like Ginny, like Parvati, who had loved ones out there, all alone, running, hiding, would simply sit together quietly. Thinking. Praying.

Parvati would sing-beautiful sounding prayers, in some mysterious, exotic language. Praying for Dean. She would pray for others too. Sometimes, Ginny would catch Harry's name, along with a string of others. Ron, Hermione. Luna. Names the other girls asked to be added. Joseph Dawson, Katy Ferdinand. Their classmates, their fellow DA members. Whoever was on a mission that night. Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Ernie McMillan, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown. People reported missing. Ted Tonks, Justin Flich-Fletchy, Cho Chang, Mundungus, Ollivander. Tom Samson, Jemma Harolds, Mary Peterson, Greg Daxter, Percy(Ginny's heart jumped to her throat here) Masefield. Other people no one had heard of, except on the radio.

Ginny had no meticulous prayers, no poetic thoughts. In her head, she would just think: 'Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. Stay safe. All of you out there, stay safe, stay alive.'

But mostly, Ginny would think about Harry, and Parvati would think about Dean.

So some would cry. Some would comfort. Some would nurse the wounds of the day. And some, like Ginny, like Parvati, who had loved ones out there, all alone, running, hiding, would simply sit together quietly. Thinking. Praying.

I honestly don't know what made me write this. It was probably inspired by 'Dumbledore's Army and the Year of Darkness', by Thanfiction.

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