A Year Of Trials and Tribulations

AN: This is my version of Ginny's sixth year. Please note this is in no connection to my other stories, I just really wanted to write this. Enjoy!

Chapter One: The Nightmare Summer.

Ginny Weasley could not remember the last time she slept properly. She had been home for two weeks now and the best way she could describe her current state was zombie and her parents had barely noticed. They were just happy she was in the house and safe.

See the thing is, Ginny was no normal teenager. She had been through a lot since she started school but she would not let you know that. She was a stubborn little thing.

Her life was fairly normal until the age of ten. She was the youngest of seven and the only girl. She and her youngest oldest brother, Ron, were inseparable as children. There was only seventeen months between them. Something that never bothered them until their teenage years. Then it came an issue. Ron was still determined to call her his baby sister but she would argue until she was blue in the face, that one school year and seventeen months means nothing.

At the age of ten, she met...she does not like to say or think 'the one' or 'the love of her life' because she knows what that entitles and what it would mean if she ever lost him but she had never felt this way about any other boy and she did not think she ever would.

But this was no ordinary boy. His name was Harry Potter and just so happened to be the most famous young wizard of modern times and her brother's best friend. She had settled that it has just crush and he would never feel the same about her until last year where he felt it appropriate to kiss her in front of fifty people including her brother. She had not been prepared and late that night was thinking stupid things like was her hair out of place or did she smell from the quidditch game she had played during the day. They had instantly become an item until it came a sudden end when he broke up with her to protect her from the danger he was facing.

Flash forward a few weeks and Ginny is sat on her window sill looking out across the nights sky when there was a light knock on her door. She looked up and saw her older twin brothers, Fred and George.

'We saw your light, Gin so we brought you some hot cocoa' Fred told her, holding up the mug. She nodded, smiling softly and the twins walked in, quietly shutting her door and sat on her bed; Fred giving her the cocoa.

'Come on, trouble, what has been on your mind?' George asked her, after a moment.

'You won't believe me' she sighed, blowing her drink before taking a sip.

'I highly doubt that, Gin. We won't tell anyone' Fred said, leaning across and squeezing her arm.

'Okay' she replied 'two months ago, me and Harry started going out'

'Wait, no, are you telling me that, you, our little sister, actually managed to get the boy?' Fred asked, in amazement. She could not help but smile.

'Yeah, I guess, only took me five years right?' she proclaimed, grimly.

'What is it, Ginny? I thought this is everything you ever wanted?' George questioned, raising an eyebrow.

'He broke up with me before school ended. Something about protecting me and not wanting to go to my funeral' Ginny replied, her voice breaking.

'Noble git' Fred said, quietly. She laughed, nodding.

'You love him, don't you, kid?' George then asked, after a moment. She nodded, she was on the brink of tears. She looked down at her mug, holding her emotions back.

'Come here' Fred who was the nearest to her, took the mug from her hands and pulled her into her hug.

'Just think, in ten years, when Harry has yet again ended You-Know-Who and you two are married and got your own little quidditch team all this is seem like a distant bad memory' Fred told her, trying to comfort her.

'Can you not say that? I can't be sure that will be the outcome anymore' she sighed, sniffing.

'That is what your bad dreams are about aren't they? We have heard you' George questioned. She nodded.

'If Snape can kill Dumbledore, anything is possible' she sighed. Fred let her go so George could hug her.

'Snape is a slimy git. I hope Lupin or someone else kills him slowly' Fred replied, smiling weakly.

'Promise me you won't tell Mum and Dad. They are focusing on the wedding, I don't want to give them any grief' Ginny pleaded, sighing.

'You always were the suffer in silence type' George sighed, hugging his sister tighter to him.

The following day, Hermione Granger arrive. Hermione was both Ginny and Ron's best friend but Ginny had always hoped Ron and Hermione would be more than friends. Everyone seemed to know it but them.

'Do you wanna talk about it?' Hermione asked, as Ginny helped her unpack.

'Do you wanna talk about how you have an entire library in there?' Hermione quickly shut her suitcase.

'Don't change the subject! Ginny, you look like death. I am sure Har-'

'Please, don't say his name. I am barely keeping it together but I have to for Mum's sake' Ginny cut across her, running her hands through her.

'Ginny, I'm sorry'

'Are you though? Mum knows you are planning something. I thought she was going to have a meltdown over Ron not going to back to school. The thought of not seeing my brother, my best friend and my boy-, you know what I mean. I refuse to be selfish but I can't walk around with a smile on my face whilst helping with this wedding when all I can think about is how worried and scared I am for you guys' she told her, close to tears.

'Oh my god, I am tired of crying. I refuse to be a victim' she exclaimed, rushing out of her bedroom and downstairs. She rushed out of the kitchen, almost knocking Ron over and ran into the garden. She exhaled loudly, catching her breath.

'Gin?' her head whipped around and she saw Ron. She sighed.

'I'm fine, honestly' she said, holding her hand out.

'No, you are not. Tell me' he replied, walking forward.

'Just promise you will come home. All of you' she proclaimed, as her breath returned.

'I will bring him home, Ginny, even if it kills me' he said, sighing. She gasped, running forward and hugged him tightly.

'Don't you dare say that, you make sure you come home too, Ron Weasley. Or you will have me to deal with' she replied, holding onto him for dear life. He chuckled a little but he felt him nod against her. She began to relax a little.