"Ginevra Potter?" A strange auror stood at the Potters' door.
"Yes," the red-haired woman replied, "can I help you?"
"It's about your husband, ma'am. Could I come in?"
Ginny invited the man inside and the two sat opposite each other at the kitchen table. With a flick of her wand, Ginny served two dainty cups of tea.
"You said you had news from my husband? We haven't heard from him since he left for the Azkaban Interrogations."
"Well now...you are aware of what the Interrogations entail, Mrs. Potter?"
"All Harry told me was that they'd discovered a group of former Death Eaters hiding in the US and they've been brought into Azkaban for questioning. He didn't say who, or how long it might take. He also said nothing about not being able to send me even a single owl for three weeks!"
"Oh, Mrs. Potter...there was nothing 'former' about the group. They had about thirty witches and wizards trapped, torturing them for information about your husband's whereabouts. We rounded up twelve of them, and Mr. Potter was one of the aurors chosen to question them. When we discovered there were three more on the loose, Harry and his partner, I believe that would be your brother Mr. Weasley, were the first to volunteer to search for them."
Ginny poured herself another cup of tea and absently tapped her fingers on the table. She still didn't understand why the man was in her home. Surely Harry would write the moment he could?
"Mrs. Weasley, I'm not sure how to say this...so I'll just come out with it, shall I? One of the Death Eaters fired off random curses as the auror team approached their hideout. Mr. Potter - I mean, Harry - he was hit. We aren't sure what sort of curse hit him, but he...he didn't make it. And I'm sorry to say...your brother was hit with the same curse."
Ginny was stunned. That wasn't at all what she had been expecting.
"Leave."
"Mrs. Potter?" The auror stood slowly, "you'll be receiving a substantial amount of money, plus your husband's yearly income for the rest -"
"I said leave. Get out."
"Y-y-yes ma'am," the auror stammered as he walked toward the door, "please know, if there is anything we can do for you, anything at all-"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE."
Ginny's pain was so great that a wind storm seemed to pick up around her. Things flew off shelves, windows banged open and shut, and pictures fell from the walls. The auror ran for the door and apparated the moment his feet hit the sidewalk.
The wind died down. The floor was littered with papers, photos, and broken glass.. Ginny Potter dropped to her knees and let out a grief-filled scream before she hit the floor in a dead faint.