September 2 1998
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Ginny's knitting was un-orderly and has many holes,but she didn't care; she didn't care much nowadays thats what usually happened when all you ever knew was ripped away from you with one failed' Avada Kedevra' .
5 months exactly had passed since the battle of Hogwarts.
5 months since what was left of the Weasley's had fled the burrow to live a safer life as muggle's .His reign of terror seemed to have no possible way to could have stopped Him if not the killing curse?More training ?Dumbledore? No Ginny couldn't afford to think like that anymore .Ginny now seemed to be filled with a constant emptiness where Fred and Charlie used to be the emptiness seemed to be felt by everyone.
1...2...3...4...5
A chilly breeze blew Ginny's long red hair in her face she made no move to stop it and it fluttered like the dying embers of a candle with a shock she realised that she should have been at Hogwarts yesterday with all her friends Hermione,Neville,Lunar,Hannah,Seamus... Hogwarts was overrun with death eaters and Harry was on the run Hermione had joined her parents in Australia and all the rest were ... Missing. She should have been in her fifth year worrying about NEWTS not life and death,but Hogwarts was owned by Him and death was certain for little Ginny Weasley the blood traitor if she returned to Hogwarts ever .She wouldn't have anyway too many memories both good and bad would crush what was left of her if she ever returned.
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As she continued knitting Ginny surveyed her surroundings with mild interest at the top of this hill her back to a old oak trees who's leaves were turning a brilliant butter yellow she was secluded ,well everywhere on this bloody farm was secluded all the remaining Weasley's living in Wales on a small remote farm as far from life as you could magic was allowed since He took over ,the ministry could track where magic was being performed that meant so could the death eaters and that was too much of a was the only way to be safe now.
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A sharp pain suddenly sliced through Ginny's thoughts as she looked down she noticed a bright red bead of blood pooling on her Snow White pale was dull compared to the emotional pain she felt every day but it stained the blue wool she was knitting surveyed the too long scarf that she had been knitting for five months was riddled with hole's and uneven random colours coming through it was also much too long for any human ,but names were clearly showing throughout the odd scarf Charlie ,Tonks ,Fred all were dead and here she was living .Breathing .Their deaths were for nothing!
A tight anger coiled in Ginny's stomach a fire rose up . In one quick smooth motion she stabbed a knitting needle in the tree she rested her back and she knew it was stupid but she did it
"Its all your fault! It's your fault Voldemort!" She cried her knitting forgotten .
She knew it would happen before it she'd done it she broke rule number one.
In a rush a black cloaked figure appeared next to her grabbed her roughly and with a crack they were gone leaving Ginny's knitting and last conscious thought.
Don't say His name.