Some days, Ginny did not know if she could get out of bed.
She did, and she walked through halls she had lived in for six - for fifteen - years. She watched her fellow student's fall in beside her as if she were Harry or Dumbledore (she remembers how Avery followed Tom to dinner every night and shudders) and she does not feel like a leader. So she waits for Neville to come down from his dormitory and together they lead the Gryffindors to the Great Hall.
Neville is against letting Slytherins into their private meetings.
Ginny brings in first a shy first year Muggleborn (remembering how Tom rose through his House gives her confidence in the shy young girl) and others follow. One day, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass enter the Room with that little Muggleborn Slytherin (she smiles boldly at them) and join the ranks. Tracey is as brilliant as Hermione and Daphne a better shield than the rest of them combined.
They hear gossip, of Harry and Hermione and Ron.
On the train to Hogwarts, Ginny found Neville and Luna and they sat together, scared but determined. As they made plans, Ginny did not know who she was. Perhaps the Weasley of the group, so determined everything would work and pressing the group to try harder. Perhaps the Hermione to Neville's Harry, because without her support they would long ago have been lost. Maybe, though, maybe she was Harry, the leader without whom none of this would ever have been possible.
Ginny presses the thoughts away. She is only Ginny Weasley. Yet she has washed blood from robes she did not remember wearing, she has fought the Dark Lord and although his words still echo in her ears she is stronger for them, she has fought and bled fighting Death Eaters and she is not afraid. She is no longer little Ginny Weasley, the seventh child of a poor yet old family, blood traitors who's family can count more generations than the Malfoys.
She is a leader, a soldier, a warrior. She has spent fifteen years in these corridors and she will not give them up so easily. So she takes her boldness and steps forward, Arthur's passion and Tom's silken words binding the students together in a war they should not have to fight. Her mother's voice sounds across the Room and when she returns the Slytherins to the dungeons she knows the hallways better than they.
This is her war.