This is what I think Ginny was doing during the Deathly Hallows. J.K. Rowling doesn't elaborate much on what happened with everyone at Hogwarts/Weasley family while the trio are on the run, but I will be using the information she did give in my story! I'm putting all the lines the characters said form the book in bold so no one thinks I'm trying to take credit for them! As always, all the characters and places and some of the events belong to her. Basically, this entire story is based off of J.K. Rowling's masterpiece, and all credit goes to her except for that which I came up with on my own. All in Ginny's POV. Enjoy!

Being dumped by Harry Potter isn't how I would have chosen to start off my summer, but leave it to me to fall for someone noble and caring. He told me we couldn't be together because he was afraid Voldemort would hurt me. Looking back I know he's right, but that doesn't stop the aching in my heart every time I hear his name, or the emptiness I felt after Mum told me I couldn't go along with Ron and the twins to get him. Instead I had to watch with my mother as half of my family flew away to rescue him.

All night Mum and sat around staring out the window at the back yard. Every fwish of a birds wing or croak of a frog, the two of us would jump up and run to the back door, hoping that someone, anyone was back. Over two hours had passed, and though I understood that Surrey was far from the Burrow, someone should've made it to their safe house already.

"Ginny, look!" Mum shouted, pointing towards a growing blue light. The two of us ran to the yard, where a rusty oil can fell from the sky, quite lonesome looking without its supposed occupants.

"That should've been Ron and Nymphadora…" Mum whispered from next to me. I reached out and took her hand.

"I'm sure they're okay, Mum. Just got a little held up." Even I could hear the doubt in my own voice.

We trudged back into the house, feeling far less hopeful than we did before. If Ron and Tonks didn't make it to their Portkey, then something didn't go as planned.

For another ten minutes we sat quietly in the living room, our eyes glued to the part of the sky visible through the window. When another flash of blue lit up the sky, Mum ran outside. I watched as she caught the ancient looking sneaker, it too arriving without Dad and Fred.

I began pacing the house, and Mum started to bake. She always baked when she was nervous. In fact, as of lately, our entire house had been filled with various pastries which Ron had been devouring.

I was making my fifth trip in front of the back door when I saw the third flash of blue, only this time it seemed to be carrying a large person and a smaller one. Without really realizing what I was doing, I started screaming and running down the steps, my mother hot on my heels.

There in front of me on hands and knees was Harry Potter. He stood up unsteadily and tossed his Portkey to the side before I reached him.

"Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?" Mum said near hysterics. I simply stood and stared at Harry. He was all right…he was alive.

"What d'you mean? Isn't anyone else back?" Harry panted.

I think Harry gathered his own answer; whether it was by my mother's pale worried face or by the lack of red headed men/Hermione to reassure him.

Harry explained quickly what happened, as though he felt it was his responsibility to assure Mum. Mum cut him off with a tight hug and a "Thank goodness you're all right."

Just then Hagrid asked for brandy and Mum ran off to fetch him some. Harry turned and looked at me desperately.

"Ron and Tonks should have been fist, but they missed their Portkey, it came back without them." I pointed to the oil can. "And that one," i gestured to the sneaker, "should have been Dad and Fred's, they were supposed to be second. You and Hagrid were third and," I checked my watch briefly. "If they made it, George and Lupin ought to be back in about a minute."

Mum came rushing out with the bottle of brandy for Hagrid, which he drank in one sip.

For the forth time that night, I exclaimed "Mum!" while pointing towards a glowing ball of blue light. I saw Lupin appear first, and he seemed to be carrying most of George's body with him. For one horrific moment, I thought George was dead…but then Harry helped get him inside I saw his chest rise and fall with life. Mum turned on the light by the sofa, and I gasped in horror at the sight of George's ear…or rather his lack of one. I saw Lupin grab Harry and drag him into the kitchen. I was too focused on George to really take notice but I heard Hagrid's cry of anger.

I paid little attention to what was going on around me as Mum attended to George's wound. I sat near him and held his hand; the pained look on Mum's face was scaring me. I took in George's appearance. His face had lost all color though the blood staining his cheeks would make others think otherwise. Th gaping whole in the side of his head was bleeding heavily and Mum had to consult one of her books to make it stop.

"Harry, give us a hand!" called Hagrid hoarsely from the door, in which he was stuck.

Harry pulled Hagrid out, then came in to check on George. Harry's face looked far too scared and worried for someone his age, but I guess I'd be seeing a lot of faces like his in the next year.

"How is he?"

Mum looked around and said, "I can't make it grow back, not when it's been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse . . . He's alive."

"Yeah," said Harry. "Thank God."

"Did I hear someone else in the yard?" I asked.

"Hermione and Kingsley," said Harry.

"Thank goodness," I whispered.

Looking at Harry, having him here…I wanted to reach out and touch him. I wanted him to hold me and tell me everything'd be okay. He looked like he wanted to hold me too, but before either of us could reach each other I heard a voice and a crash from the kitchen.

"I'll prove who I am, Kingsley, after I've seen my son, now back off if you know what's good for you!"

I'd never seen Dad look so disorientated. Then again, if it were my son laying un conscious on the sofa, I'd look a but panicked myself. Fred was hot on his heels, both, to my relief perfectly unharmed.

Dad took up my spot by George; Fred stood behind the sofa, seemingly unable to find proper words to speak.

George started to wake up. Mum leaned in close and whispered, "How do you feel, Georgie?"

George's fingers groped at the side of his head.

"Saintlike." He murmured.

"What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"

"Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother.

"What's wrong with him? croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"

"Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and look up at our brother. "You see . . . I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"

As Fred looked disappointed at George's lack of good ear humor, George looked around for Harry. He took notice that Bill and Ron weren't around, and Mum broke the news.

"They're not back yet, George."

I caught Harry motioning for me to follow him outside, and as we walked through the kitchen I couldn't help but say, "Ron and Tonks should be back by now. They didn't have a long journey; Auntie Muriel's not that far from here."

Harry didn't answer me. He, like the rest of us, seemed to not be letting the worst ideas enter his head. I couldn't help it though; images of Bill carrying an injured Fleur became too much for me, and I had to reach out and take Harry's hand to feel safe.

We joined Hagrid, Lupin and Hermione, all of whom were standing shoulder to shoulder and looking up at the sky. None of them looked at us as we stood beside them. Hermione looked as though she might faint if Ron didn't show up soon; Lupin looked even more grave than usual. Kingsley was pacing much like I had before, glancing up at the sky every now and again.

I couldn't tell you how much time elapsed whilst we stood staring. Looking back, it probably wasn't too long but being there in the moment made the wait feel like days. I tried not to jump every time something rustle in the bushes. Fear and anxiety left me like a gust of wind when Hermione screamed, "It's them!"

My eyes darted to the sky where you could just see the outline of a broom with two riders on the back; one with striking pink hair, the other bright orange.

"Remus!" Tonks cried as she staggered off the broom into Lupin's arms. Lupin wordlessly wrapped her in his arms.

Ron walked slowly towards Hermione and Harry; he'd let go of my hand to step up and meet Ron. My heart seemed to deflate as the chilly summer nights breeze grazed my hand. Harry approached Ron gratefully.

"You're okay," he mumbled, before Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly.

I suddenly felt very out of place as Ron reassured Hermione he was fine, and as Tonks recounted their journey from Surrey.

"Ron was great," said Tonks warmly, relinquishing her hold on Lupin. "Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death Eaters, straight to the head, and when you're aiming at a moving target from a flying broom-"

"You did?" said Hermione, gazing up at Ron with her arms still around his neck.

"Always the tone of surprise," he said a little grumpily, breaking free. "Are we the last back?"

"No," I said. "We're still waiting for Bill and Fleur and Mad-Eye and Mundungus. I'm going to tell Mum and Dad you're okay, Ron-"

I turned on my heel and left the five of them out in the yard. When I entered the living room, Fred and George were examining George's lack of ear, and Mum and Dad were in a quiet conversation off to the side, both looking overjoyed at seeing each other. Again, I felt severely misplaced. I wasn't part of a pair or group.

"Er, Mum? Dad?" They looked over to me, their conversation ended.

"Yes dear?"

"Ron's back." I said throwing my thumb over my shoulder, pointing to the back door.

Mum ran past me, making me stagger backwards. Dad righted me and then raced out after Mum. I followed closely, wanting to feel included. Mum and Dad enveloped Ron in a hug before thanking Tonks and Lupin for getting all my brother's home safely. Well almost all of them; Bill still wasn't back.

"How's George?" asked Lupin.

"What's wrong with him?" piped up Ron.

"He's lost-"

But Mum didn't finish her sentence. We all looked skyward as the cry of a thestral pierced the air. As soon as it touched ground, Bill and Fleur hopped off. Both of them looked physically unhurt.

As Mum thanked the lord that Bill was okay, he spoke directly to Dad.

"Mad-Eye's dead."

It was as if the world had been put on pause. Mad-Eye was dead, gone forever. A horrific thought struck me; what happened to his body? If he fell from that height…would he look like himself? Or would he be all broken and….oh my.

I could see the guilt rest in Harry's face, but I didn't know what to say to him. He was so far from me, I didn't feel right walking over to him. Bill looked on the verge of tears and Fleur was crying silently behind him. We all realized that there was nobody to wait for, so we followed my parents back into the house. Fred and George were laughing over something, but sobered up when we all entered. Tonks gave a quiet sob into her handkerchief as Dad told the twins about Mad-Eye. Bill walked over to where Mum and Dad kept their small amount of Fire Whisky and sent twelve glasses flying towards its recipients.

I caught mine, but I felt too sick to drink when they all toasted to Mad-Eye. Lupin asked the question no one wanted to consider.

"So Mundungus disappeared?"

Bill shot down his theory faster than I would have.

"I know what you're thinking," Bill said. "And I wondered that too, on the way back here, because they seemed to be expecting us, didn't they? But Mundungus can't have betrayed us. They didn't know there would be seven Harrys, that confused them th emoment we appeared, and in case you've forgotten, it was Mundungus who suggested that little bit of skullduggery. Why wouldn't he have told them the essential point? I think Dung panicked, it's as simple as that. He didn't want to come in the first place, but Mad-Eye made him, and You-Know-Who went straight for them. It was enough to make anyone panic."

Tonks began to speak her opinion, but Fleur cut in. She seemed extremely outraged at the betrayal. It was clear that she thought Hagrid, who admittedly can get a bit loose when he drinks, spilled the beans on tonight.

"No," Harry said outlaid, and we all looked at him, surprised. His fire whisky seemed to amplify his voice. "I mean . . . if somebody made a mistake," Harry went on, "and let something slip, I know they didn't mean to do it. It's not their fault," he repeated, again a little louder than he would usually have spoken. "We've got to trust each other. I trust all of you, I don't think anyone in this room would sell me to Voldemort."

I spaced out after this. Fred said something, but I wasn't listening. I agreed with Harry that no one in the room would sell him to Voldemort on purpose, but the plain fact was that someone did. Harry was too forgiving and quick to think the best of people sometimes.

My eyes drifted over to Harry, and I had never missed him more. He looked so lost and yet so strong. When he spoke to Lupin, it wasn't in his usual boyish respect; he spoke like a man. I glanced at Ron and Hermione; both were sitting next to George on the small sofa, but they too looked different. Hermione looked determined and grown. Ron looked, dare I say it, wiser. The three of them gave off the aura of having all the answers. It was oddly comforting.

Lupin and Bill stood suddenly and announced they were leaving to recover Mad-Eye's body. After they left, those who were standing fell into chairs but Harry stayed upright.

"I've got to go too," said Harry.

Ten pairs of startled eyes looked at him.

"Don't be silly, Harry," said Mum. "What are you talking about?"

"I can't stay here."

Mum made protests to why Harry had to stay. Everyone in the room was nodding vehemently as she spoke; they all wanted him to stay also. I stayed silent. If Harry wanted to go, he was going to go no matter what we said. I didn't want him to go of course, but my reason for wanting him to stay were entirely selfish.

Harry got defensive as we all told him why he had to stay. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to leave more out of guilt than fear. That was his problem; he felt guilt for things out of his control.

Then again…I really shouldn't sit here and pretend like I know everything about him. We shared a few good months together, and then he broke it off. It's no use though; I'm not over him and I'm not sure I want to be.

Harry left the room quickly and I heard the door close to the yard. Ron and Hermione sat a few second after he left before following him out.

"That boy…when will he just let us take care of him?" Mum said angrily.

"I think I'll go to bed." I announced. No one said anything; Dad just smiled at me before I climbed the steps. I paused on the second landing. I had a perfect view of the shed from here and I could see the three of them gathered around the back.

Though I was far away from them, Hermione's voice carried through the air.

"Harry, he's taking over the Ministry and the newspapers and half the Wizarding world! Don't let him inside your head too!"

I pressed my hand against the window, my breath fogging up the glass in front of me. Harry let Voldemort inside his head?

For this first time in my life, I wished I was my brother. Maybe then I'd actually know what was going on.

Okay so sorry if Ginny seemed a little drab in this chapter, or if it wasn't very entertaining. But I promise you the chapters will get better as I go along so please review or at least keep reading! Next chapter should be up soon; I'm combining chapter six and seven of the book into one so it should be fairly long! Hope you liked the first chapter!