Being forgotten was Ginny's biggest fear. It had happened often enough in her home – favorite though she was, it was easy for her parents to see her as just one of the seven. It was at Hogwarts that she'd finally felt special, as though she were someone's favorite. And though she loved Hermione and Neville and the others, Harry was always special for her. Not only because he was famous, or because she'd had a childhood crush on him, or even because they were together: just because she loved him most of all. And now he was taking her brother and one of her closest friends, and they were leaving her behind.
It wasn't that she didn't understand why he needed to. She was proud of everything he'd done, and she knew that Hermione and Ron could help him in ways she couldn't. But all the same, she worried. They were going to do things that weren't even imaginable in the quiet domesticity of the Weasleys' house. What if, at the end of it all, Harry wanted something more, or even just different, than her?
So when she'd kissed him, she'd made him promise to remember her. Ginny knew that Harry was not the sort to go back on what he told her.
But she was still worried.