Author's note: I don't know if any of you haven't forgotten about me, but I used to write a bit of Harry Potter fanfiction, including a fic called Horcrux Hunt about what I'd conjectured the well, Horcrux hunt, would go like from Hermione's point of view (this was pre- Deathly Hallows, of course). Afterward, I went off fanfiction, except for the occasional comic fanfic. Well, recently I reread the entire HP series in preperation for the HBP movie, and my old love for Harry Potter resurfaced in full force. As such, I've decided to write some new missing moments and go back and edit some old fanfic- most significantly I will be redoing "Gathering DarK" and write a new version of "All Grown Up" that will be DH compliant.

But enough about that. I also looked back at some old "missing moments"- moments in canon from that were skipped over, and moments from a certain characters point of view- I posted on a community called Thinkpotter. They go back to just after OotP came out, back when I was thirteen of fourteen. Considering my age, I was suprised at how coherent they were. So I decided to do some heavy editing on them, and post them here. The first couple of missing moments will be old, freshly edited ones. The ones after that will be entirely new.

This first one is about Ron's thought process in CoS when he found out about Ginny being taken. It's my favorite old missing moment I have, and I'm very pleased I could edit it to make it better. Like I said, it was written just after OotP but even then I had a great love for Ginny and thought she was pretty much perfect for Harry. It pleases me to think I predicted their getting together, as it's the only thing about HP I EVER managed to predict on my own, except for R/Hr (though that hardly counts) and the the Hogshead barman being Aberforth.

Anyway, here it is! Hope you enjoy!

Save Ginny

Harry pulled Ron into the teacher's wardrobe. Harry fit rather easily, of course, but Ron bumped his head against the ceiling and got his foot stuck in someone's coat. Ugh, it smelled like Snape's. Just as Ron had worked his foot loose, rubbing his head irritably, he heard McGonagall's voice; he leaned over a bit to see through the half open wardrobe door. He hoped he wouldn't be spotted.

"…A student has been taken by the monster. Right into the chamber itself."

The teachers screamed and squealed. Oh hell, Ron thought. Which one? This was sick. They had to tell the teachers now. He looked over and saw Harry, listening intently. Maybe they should wait to find out who it was before they burst out and told what they had discovered…

"How can you be sure?" Snape asked. For once, he looked shaken. Ron was surprised to see him showing an emotion other than hatred, anger or contempt. Maybe Snape was going soft.

"The Heir of Slytherin left another message," McGonagall said, her voice shaking. "Her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever."

So it was a girl. Ron automatically thought of Hermione, but no, she was Petrified in the hospital wing. Besides, they'd just been with her.

Flitwick was crying…"Who is it?" Madam Hooch asked. "Which student?"

There was a short pause. Then McGonagall exhaled and said, "Ginny Weasley."

Ron felt his legs go numb. He slid down into a sitting position with a dull thump, unable to keep standing. Everything blurred and swam. He pinched his arm, some tiny part of him hoping this was a dream, but the pain told him this was real. No bloody way. How could it be Ginny? She was a pureblood. Why would the monster…it didn't make…her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever…he felt sick…Ginny couldn't be dead…she just couldn't. The teacher's voices were buzzing, he couldn't seem to hear them, his head was pounding. He forced himself to focus on what was going on. Maybe someone would burst in, saying it was trick, or a joke, if he just listened…

It seemed Lockhart had entered while he was panicking. The teachers were now talking to him.

"A girl has been snatched by the monster, Lockhart," Snape said.

Was Snape talking about Ginny? Snape was not allowed to talk about Ginny! Snape didn't deserve to talk about Ginny! Not when he was a bloody git and Ginny was nice and brave and smart and…dead. No. No, he couldn't think of that. It was wrong, surely any second it would be proven wrong.

"We'll leave it to you … Gilderoy…" McGonagall's voice would go too soft to hear, then suddenly become clear and loud again. It was like he was listening to a broken Wireless, slipping in and out of tune. If only he could just get a grip…

"Tonight…excellent time to do it…tackle the monster…free reign at last."

"Very well…" Lockhart's voice. "In…office…getting ready."

It'd be all right then, Ron told himself. Lockhart would save Ginny. Wait a minute; what the hell was he talking about? Lockhart couldn't save anything. He was going bloody mental. Ginny….

The teachers were leaving. Harry was crouching by him.

"Ron? Ron? Ron, we need to get to the common room before we're missed. Ron? Ron, can you hear me?"

"Ginny…" Ron's voice came as a hoarse whisper. "How could it be Ginny?"

"I don't know, Ron."

Ron could hear the pity in his voice.

"We'll save her, right?" Ron said numbly.

"Of course we will."

"Just like last year, with the Stone. We saved stuff…"

"Yes, we're good at saving stuff. We'll save Ginny," Harry didn't sound convinced.

"We'll save her…"

"Sure…" Harry said. "C'mon Ron, we need to get to the Common Room."

Ron nodded mutely and let Harry pull him up. He was so dizzy when he stood up, he stumbled. Harry caught his arm and steered him towards the Common Room.

They stumbled through the portrait hole. Inside, Fred and George were stashing Dungbombs in Percy's bag.

"Hey, Ron, look at this," Fred snickered. "Percy picks up his bag and they all go off. It'll be brilliant."

Ron walked to the fire and sank down beside it.

"Hey, if you're jealous, we can put them in your bag too," Fred continued, sounding slightly irritated.

George, however, stared at Ron, then Harry.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Harry, what's wrong with him?"

Harry merely shook his head.

Just then, McGonagall stepped through the portrait hole. Ron noted numbly that she looked pale and shaky.

"This…I…I'm very sorry I have to tell you this, but something terrible has happened. A student has been taken into the Chamber. A Gryffindor."

There was a collective gasp. Everyone looked around, trying to figure out who was missing.

"The student…is…" McGonagall took a deep breath. "Ginny Weasley."

Fred dropped the dungbomb filled bag, with exploded all over the floor. McGonagall whipped around, but when she saw it was Fred who had dropped them, she looked away.

"The school will be closed. You all will be on the train back tomorrow. I suggest…you pack."

Fred and George stood there, not seeming to mind in the least that they were covered in dung. Ron looked for Percy. He had also dropped something- his prefect badge. He'd been polishing it, apparently.

McGonagall came over to them.

"Come here, Fred, George, Ron," she said kindly. "I need to talk to you."

Ron noted that she was using their first names. She must really feel sorry for them, he thought numbly to himself.

The twin followed her silently. Ron got up and grabbed Harry by the arm and they followed her. Harry looked surprised that he was being dragged along. Ron didn't know quite why he wanted Harry with him. Harry had been with him when he'd first heard…about Ginny, so it just felt like he should just be there…now. And his presence was vaguely comforting.

They went to the corner of the Common Room. All the other students were watching in horror, but they quickly looked away when McGonagall gave them all a stern look.

McGonagall beckoned Percy along. She raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw Harry with them, but said nothing about it. Instead she said, "I am so… very sorry, boys."

The words seemed empty to Ron. What did it matter if she was sorry? Could she save Ginny by being sorry?

"It's my fault," McGonagall said in a choked voice. "I'm the headmistress, I should have been able to prevent it."

They simply stared at her.

"Your parents will be alerted," McGonagall said. "Would you prefer to do it, or shall the school?"

"I'll do it," Percy said quietly. He was very pale.

"Very well."

"How did you know-?" Fred began to ask, his voice hoarse.

"We found a message on the wall," McGonagall said heavily, apparently guessing what Fred was going to say.

"What did it say?"

"It said a student had been taken into the Chamber," McGonagall told them. Ron noted the lie.

"How did you know it was Ginny?" George demanded.

"Well-well, we found her hair…"

"Her hair?" Ron heard his voice as if someone else was speaking.

"A lock of it. No one else in this school has long hair that red…"

There was a silence that followed this.

"Can we have it?" Percy finally asked.

"It's rather-well, wouldn't your parents rather-

"We'll give it to them," Ron heard himself say.

"Well, I don't think…but very well," She pulled a lock of long red hair out of her pocket and Ron saw immediately why she'd been hesitant to give it to them. It had dried blood on the end, it had apparently been yanked violently out of Ginny's head. Fred took it.

"I'm very sorry," McGonagall said again and after a long silence, she left them.

They all looked at each other. Fred was staring at the lock of hair as if maybe Ginny would spring out of it if he concentrated hard enough.

"This is my fault," Percy finally said. "I'm the oldest, I was supposed to watch her…"

"No," George said. "We teased her when we saw she was scared, we should have tried to find out…."

"I…I…I…" Ron stuttered.

"It's not anyone's fault," Harry said firmly.

There was another long silence. Then Percy said. "I'll go write Mum."

"Come on, Ron," Harry said softly, leading Ron over to where he'd been originally. The twins followed. Ron sank into an armchair and watched the leaping flames that reminded him irresistibly of Ginny's hair. His eyes began to burn as the full awful weight of it all settled in his stomach.

***

At the Burrow it had always been him and Ginny. They had been closest in age, so it was only natural for them to be together a lot of the time. Ginny had been a good mate, always game, ready for an adventure and not afraid to get her hands dirty. Ron had taught her the important things, such as the best swear words and how to make rude noises with your armpits. Growing up with Ron and the rest of the boys had made Ginny a tomboy. Feisty, funny, smart and athletic, she'd fit right in. A lot of times Ron would forget she was a girl, kind of like with Hermione. Sometimes, her being a girl was an issue though. Ron could remember when she'd gotten mad at Fred and George for not letting her practice Quidditch with the rest.

"Why can't I play?" Ginny had yelled at them.

"We don't want you messing up our brooms," Fred had said, smirking.

"You let Ron borrow it, why not me?"

"You'll get hurt," George explained.

"How come I'd get hurt and not Ron?"

"Let's think…now what's the difference between you and Ron?" Fred had said mockingly.

Ginny looked perplexed. "I'm not afraid of spiders?"

"God, Ginny, do we have to spell it out for you?"

"Spell out what?"

"You're a girl. And not just a girl, you're the youngest."

There had been a short silence.

"So?" Ginny had said.

"Well, Mum dotes on you. Ron, no one cares if Ron gets hurt, but if you do, we'll be in trouble. You might whine to mum when you break a nail or something."

"How about I break your face?" Ginny said fiercely.

"Lots of Quidditch teams have really good girl players. Besides, Ginny's not really a girl, she's a mate," Ron has said reasonably.

"Ron, stay out of this," Fred and George said together.

"Ginny, it's just Mum would kill us if you got hurt falling off. You're the only girl our family's had in ages and you're the youngest and you'll just have to get used to that," George said with finality, and he and Fred swept away, leaving Ginny in a towering rage.

"I can't believe this! How could they! This is so unfair!" Ginny fumed.

"Yeah," Ron said, watching them go. "It is. But, maybe, you could do what I do when they're tetchy."

"What's that?"

"Break into the broom shed. It unlocks with a good kick."

"Brilliant!"

So when Fred and George weren't around, Ron had flown with her. Ginny had picked it up very quickly. After about a month, she could catch anything Ron threw at her.

"It figures," Ron had said, grinning. "You're a Weasley after all. We're all good at

Quidditch. Well, except for Percy. I bet by the time you get to Hogwarts, you could make the House Team."

"That'd show Fred and George," Ginny laughed.

Ron looked across at Fred and George. They looked miserable. He wondered if they felt guilty now, for not letting Ginny play. She could have made the House Team, once a slot opened up, Ron was sure of it. She'd like that, being on the team with Harry. She'd be a good Chaser or a Seeker. Keeping was more his area of expertise than Ginny's, but she'd be decent at that too. Hell, she'd even of made an all right Beater. But that was over now. Ginny would never play Quidditch again…

***
The night before he'd gone to Hogwarts had been sad for Ginny.

"I'll have no one to hang round with all year," she'd sighed. "It'll be SO boring. What will I do? I wish I was going to Hogwarts."

"I'll send you an owl every week," he'd assured her.

She didn't cheer up a bit at this.

"Hey, maybe we could get Mum to let us camp out," he'd suggested. "We can make s'mores and everything."

"Okay," Ginny sighed. Camping out was their favorite thing to do. That night, they'd hiked deep into the thick brambly woods and built a campfire. They saw no need for tents as it was a clear night with a velvety sky and jewel bright stars twinkling above them.

They sat in silence over the fire for a while, watching their marshmallows roast over the flames. Both were gloomy and lost in thought. Finally, Ron voiced his anxieties. "I hope I get into Gryffindor. Everyone will kill me if I don't," he told his sister miserably.

"Of course you will, Ron," Ginny rolled her eyes. "You're brave enough."

"I dunno…"

"What about that time I got bit by that snake? It was poisonous, I thought I was going to die, but you didn't freak out or panic at all. You GRABBED the snake, Ron, and threw it into the forest. Then you carried me to Mum. Tell me that wasn't brave."

"Mum said it was stupid that I grabbed the snake."

"Well, yeah," Ginny shrugged. "But it was also brave."

Ron fell silent. Ginny looked at him.

"You still look worried."

"What if I don't make any friends?" He despaired.

"Oh, God. Of course you will, Ron."

"And I'll be bad at the magic."

"Honestly Ron. Everyone in our family is good. You'll be too."

"Yeah. Our family. Charlie the Dragon Keeper! Bill, who was Head Boy! Percy, Prefect Supreme! And Fred and George, The Pranksters! And Ron, who isn't particularly good at anything," He snorted.

"Rubbish," Ginny said, exasperated. "You're good at chess, aren't you?"

"Wow. That'll help me save the world," Ron said sarcastically

"You're a good mate, too," she plowed on, ignoring him.

"Now I'm Ron, the Good Mate!"

"And you ARE smart. I'm so tired of your bloody insecurities."

"You don't understand, Ginny. You're the only girl. You have something special that sets you apart in our family. I have nothing."

"Ron, you'll do fine." Ginny said with an air of finality in her voice.

Ron sighed and looked at his s'more mournfully. Ginny just didn't get it.

"Do you know anyone else in your year that's going to be there?" Ginny asked after a while.

"Fred says Marilyn Brown's little sister, Lavender, is supposed to be joining up this year. And Eric Goldstein's little brother too. And errrr…you know of any wizards around eleven?"

Ginny looked thoughtful for a minute. Then her eyes suddenly widened as big as dinner plates. "Oh my God! I just realized! Harry Potter!"

"Eh, say what?"

"Harry Potter! He'll be turning eleven this year! I was just reading, yesterday, his birthday is July 31st, eleven years ago. Oh My God, Ron! Harry Potter's going to be in your year!" she was bouncing up and down on the log where she was perched.

"The Boy Who Lived," Ron said, as shocked as Ginny. "In my year. I wonder what he'll be like."

"They say he was raised by Muggles," Ginny said in wonder.

"I wonder what house he'll be in?"

"Gryffindor, of course," Ginny said dismissively. Then she screamed. "You'll be sleeping in the same dormitory as Harry Potter!"

"Great," Ron muttered. "Bet he'll be the best in our year in magic, if he defeated You-Know-Who when he was a year old."

"Probably," Ginny cried. "Oh Ron, promise write me and tell me everything about him! Promise!"

"Okay, fine. But I probably won't get to know him that well. Harry Potter wouldn't want to bother with the likes of me."

How wrong he had been, Ron thought, looking at Harry who was staring into the fire. Who knew Harry would be like any other kid? Well, he wasn't. Ron remembered that look on his face last year, when he said he was going after You- Know-Who. Harry was a hero, but he didn't act like it. He just wanted to be normal.

But Ginny had worshipped Harry. Worse than that, she'd turned into…someone who wasn't Ginny. The snarky, fiery, Ginny he had known who had always been good for a laugh or a fight, suddenly turned into a simpering, shy, squealing girl when Harry was around, or whenever he was mentioned.

Ron had been disgusted with her, acting like such that. He'd ridiculed her for it. Ron's insides burned with guilt now at the thought. He tried to stop himself from crying, but he couldn't. He was remembering that time Ginny had woken him from that nightmare…

***

"Ron! Ron!"

"Arrgh!" Ron woke up in a cold sweat to find Ginny next to his bed, looking concerned.
"You were having a nightmare. Muttering something about a Queen…

"Oh," Ron shook his head to clear it. "Oh, right. I was dreaming about the chess match at the end of last year. I have that dream sometimes." He wiped sweat from his brow and sat up.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Ron shrugged. "It's not that bad. All that happens is I kind of…relive that moment at the end when the Queen was about to knock me out. It was scary, that second."

"You were so brave," Ginny said, perching herself on the end of his bed.

"Not as brave as Harry. Why are here, anyway?"

"I wanted to talk. Tell me about Harry!" Ginny said excitedly, bouncing a little on his bed. She always lit up at the mention of his name.

"Oh come on, Ginny, not again, you must have made me talk about him ten thousand times…"

"Please?" Ginny wheeldled.

"Oh alright," Ron sighed, resigned, knowing Ginny would pester him until he told. "Well…er…he's really quite nice…."

Ginny listened attentively.

"Yes, er, really nice. To everyone. Except Malfoy, but who'd be nice to him? Anyway, he's really easygoing, a good mate, you know, he's always there for you. Keeps his cool really well. Wish I could do that."

He looked at Ginny, who was still listening raptly.

"And he's really brave, like I said. It's kind of scary, sometimes, how brave he is. He'll do anything, seriously, it's like he isn't afraid of anything. Well, he's afraid, but he doesn't let that stop him, it's like he doesn't care…." Ron trailed off. Ginny was still looking eager. He plowed on.

"I remember, the only time he ever yelled at me and Hermione this year was when Dumbledore was gone and we realized You-Know-Who was going after the Stone. He was a bit creepy. He just got all pale and said "That's it then. I have to go after the Stone." And Hermione said something like "You'll be expelled" and Harry started shouting "So what? If You-Know-Who comes back, it won't matter, he'll kill us all, me first and I have to stop him if I can." It was weird. It felt, for a second, like he could do anything, like he wasn't afraid of anything. And he won't actually say You-Know-Who," Ron added as an afterthought. "He says the real name, even though I tell him not to."

Ginny looked awed. "What else?"

"Well, his family is really stupid," Ron said. "They treated him really badly. At first it was like he was so surprised I was actually his friend, he kept looking at me like he wasn't sure I was real. And they make him sleep under the stairs, in this cupboard. And he was all surprised when he got presents for Christmas like it was the best thing in the world. I met them, they're really unpleasant. I think they're doing something to him, that's why we're not getting his letters."

Ginny sighed. "That's so sad." She leaned her head against Ron's knee. "I wish I could see him."

"You will," Ron said confidently. He and the twins were planning on taking the Flying Car to rescue Harry the night after next. But he wasn't telling Ginny that. The way she was acting, she'd throw herself on Harry as soon as he got in the car….

***

Ron looked over at Harry blearily. Ginny had been so infatuated with him. He had been disgusted by her personality change, her soppiness…he'd never missed an opportunity to mock her about it. He could remember talking to her, a couple of days after Diagon Alley.

"What's that you're writing in?" Ron asked Ginny. He's come into the empty living room to find Ginny curled on the couch, scribbling away in a small black book.

"None of your business," Ginny snapped, closing the book.

"Is that a…a…what do ya call 'em?"

"A diary."

"That."

"Yes, as a matter of fact it is." She sniffed.

"What are you writing?"

"I'm not telling you- HEY!" She cried indignantly as he made a move to swipe it. She spun on the couch and kicked his hand away.

"Ow! That hurt!" Ron cried, rubbing his hand.

"Well, don't be snitching my stuff!" Ginny snapped.

"I bet you're writing gushy stuff about Harry in there," Ron sneered.

Ginny turned as red as her hair. "Shut up, Ron."

"Oh, Harry is the best boy ever. I look into his bright green eyes and I am sucked in…oh, Harry, Harry, I loooooove you!" Ron mimicked Ginny in a high pitched voice.

"It's none of your business how I feel about Harry, you sodding weasel!" Ginny screamed

"Actually, it is," Ron snapped. "Harry is my best friend, and you're ruining everything by hanging around acting like a girl!"

"I am a girl, you dimwit!" Ginny cried.

"Yeah, well, you're embarrassing me!"

"Well, seeing as I'm such an embarrassment to this stupid family, MAYBE you should all just leave me alone!" Ginny screamed and with that she shoved Ron hard out the door, slamming and locking it behind him.

Now he felt burning guilt at the memory of this encounter. So Ginny had a crush Harry. Why had he made such a federal case about it? It was just so stupid, how she acted all shy around Harry. Harry never saw the real Ginny, the feisty, funny, sarcastic girl who had pretty much been Ron's best friend when they were younger. It made him mad to see Ginny act so different around Harry; it was like his sister was disappearing before his eyes, developing into a squealy, giggly girl like Parvati or Lavender. He had just wanted the old Ginny back.

His eyed burned with tears. Maybe if he had paid more attention to Ginny, he could have prevented what happened…he remembered when he and Ginny had the argument in the Common room….

***
Ron had just beaten Hermione in chess, which meant Hermione had to do her mandatory, "I will beat you someday, don't give me that look, Ron Weasley, well if you're so smart, you can take your own notes from now on" speech. As Hermione went to check the grammar on her potions essay for the ten millionth time, Ron saw Ginny sitting on the couch, writing in her diary again. Ron went over to her.

"Hi."

Ginny gasped and slammed her diary shut, looking like a scared rabbit.

"What's the matter?"

"N-Nothing," Ginny said, scooting away from Ron.

Ron raised his eyebrows at Ginny. She looked pale and frightened and… tired.

"Are you still upset about Colin and Justin?" he asked.

"Erm…yes." Ginny said.

"Seriously, Ginny, it'll be all right. They're gonna get cured."

"Someone might die," Ginny said quietly.

"Rubbish. You're getting way too hysterical over this, Ginny. You never used to be scared."

"Are you saying you're not scared?"

"Well, yeah, everyone is. I'm scared for…Hermione actually, but not for me. We're purebloods, remember?"

"I know," Ginny said softly.

"Listen. No one's dead, not even the cat. You never used to scare so easily," Ron hesitated. "I…I miss the old Ginny."

"Maybe the old Ginny's gone," she said fiercely. "Maybe the old Ginny's dead."

Ron was losing patience. "Listen, I'm tired of this crap. They are going to catch the sick nutter who did this and expel them. Or chuck them in Azkaban, probably. To rot."

"And what do YOU know about it, RON?" Ginny screamed suddenly, going white.

"Ginny!" Ron cried, shocked at this outburst.

"Just leave me alone!" she sputtered, turning away from him, her shoulders shaking. "I don't need your help."

"Fine with me! You're mad!" Ron shouted. "I HATE the new Ginny!"

And with that, Ron stormed off, nearly crashing into Hermione, who had her

severest, most Hermione-ish look on.

"Honestly, Ron, can't you see she's upset? You're so insensitive!" Hermione snapped.

"Did you just see her? She went mental on me! I was just talking to her."

"She's scared, Ron. It's not a crime." And with that, Hermione swept off and put her arm around Ginny, who started sobbing into her shoulder. Ron stormed up the stairs, fuming.
Girls, he thought. Bloody mental.

***

It seemed so obvious to him now… that something had been wrong, that Ginny had known something about the Chamber, that that was why she had been so scared. That conversation this morning, at breakfast… it all made sense. If he was a good big brother, he would have noticed. He would have helped her. But he didn't. He had failed Ginny. It was his fault.

"She… knew something, Harry," he said. His voice sounded strange and croaky and far away. After so many hours of staring into his lap, torturing himself, he finally looked up at Harry with bleary eyes. His friend looked back at him sadly.

"That's why she was taken. It wasn't some stupid thing about Percy after all, She'd found out something about the Chamber of Secrets. That must be why she was…" realizing tears were escaping again, he rubbed his eyes frantically. "I mean, she was a pureblood. There can't be any other reason."

Ron realized he that he was describing Ginny as a "was". Past tense. Finished. Dead. But something inside him wouldn't let Ginny die. Ginny was a fighter. She always had been. Maybe whatever took her…she hadn't let it finish her yet. Sure, she had different this year, but she was still…Ginny. And Ginny never said die. And neither would he. His fists clenched in determination.

"Harry," he heard the strange voice say. "D'you think there's a chance at all she's not-you know-…"

Harry bit his lip. Ron knew he couldn't see the hope. But Harry never got to know Ginny…didn't know what a fighter she was… "And he never will." A nasty voice in his head interrupted.

No, Ron shot back. No, hope was not lost. Not if he had anything to say about it.

"D'you know what?" He said, his voice getting stronger. "I think we should go and see Lockhart. Tell him what we know. He's going to try and get into the Chamber. We can tell him where we think it is, and tell him it's a basilisk in there."

Harry looked at him for a second. Ron waited, on tenterhooks. Then, finally, Harry nodded and Ron saw the tiniest, tiniest ray of hope. He pushed himself out of his seat.

They were going to save Ginny.