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A Last Glimpse Of Summer

Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters; they are all property of J.K. Rowling, except ones that will be introduced later in the story.

"Ginny dear, can you come down here for a moment?" I heard my mom yell from the bottom of the stairwell.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, I sat up in my bed and swung my legs over the side. What on earth could she possible want now? Summer, if that's what you could call it, was almost over and I was just looking forward to returning to Hogwarts for my 6th year term.

I knew nothing at school was going to be the same- not ever again, but it was something that I had to live with. On top of school, I was missing Harry terrible (he had been gone all summer searching for the remaining Horcruxes), Hermione and Ron had gone with him . . . At least they would be home for school, and everything would be semi-normal again.

"Ginny?" my mum's voice rang out again.

"Yes, all right, I'm coming!" I shouted, standing up from my bed. "Oh please let it be something good" I mumbled quietly.

The only sounds I heard whilst walking down to the first landing was my own feet touching the floor. I walked quietly through the sitting room, and into the kitchen, where I saw my mum sitting at the table, and my older brother Bill leaning against counter. My eyebrow quirked for a second, before I spoke.

"What's going on?" my voice broke the silence, but barely. I had seemed to loose it somewhere between my room and where I stood.

"Why don't you sit down, dear?" my mum said pulling out the chair next to her.

"I don't want to sit. I want to know what's going on." I stated stubbornly, and I crossed my arms to get the full point across. My mind was working in full force. What was going on? Did someone die? Why is Bill here? Oh god, is Phlegm here too?

"Right . . . Well, Ginny, listen," Bill said calmly.

...Oh, here it comes! The horrible news that I've been waiting all summer to hear. No, please. Bill obviously saw the petrified look on my face and changed his manner almost completely.

"It's nothing terrible, everyone's fine!" he said trying to make me feel better, and it did- a little. "Okay, well the thing is . . . Well, Harry, Ron, and Hermione aren't going to be returning to Hogwarts this term. You see, they're still looking for the Horcruxes."

I sighed, relieved. I uncrossed my arms and threw myself into the chair. Why do they insist on making me worry like this? Why!

"Is that it?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"You mean, you aren't upset?" my mum asked, she also seemed to be relieved.

"Well, no, I'll just go with them. Right? I mean I'm old enough to help Order. I can fight. I am almost sixteen," I informed them.

My mum glanced nervously at Bill, and then back at me. She took my hand in hers, and smiled weakly, but shook her head slightly in disagreement. "Ginny, you're too young, you need to finish school. Don't you want to-"

"No! I don't want to make anything of myself, if I can't even have family or friends to do it with!" I interjected. This was a bit drastic, I know, but she had to see the point.

"Oh, now I know you have other friend's than just Hermione at school! Please, please don't act like this," mum said, she seemed shocked by my outburst.

"I'll act how I please. And yeah, maybe I do have other friends, but that isn't the point! I want, no need to do this! I need to show everyone that I'm not just a little, stupid girl. Everyone's always said 'Oh you're too young' or 'you wouldn't understand', well you know, this time you're the one who doesn't understand!" I argued. They weren't winning this time

"Ginny-" Bill started but was cut off by my mum.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, don't you ever take that tone with me again!" she said standing up. "To think, that I'm going to risk putting you in more danger than you're already in, and with all of my other children in danger as well! No, absolutely not!"

I had seen mum mad at Fred and George, and even Percy, but I knew this time was different. I could honestly tell that she was worried, and scared- not just for me, but for everyone that she was close to. I loved my mum, and I couldn't put her through anymore torment. Not now.

I sighed heavily, and looked down. "Alright." was all I could manage. "When are we going to Diagon Alley?" just as those words left my mouth there was a loud crash outside the kitchen window.

Bill who was standing right in front of the window had already turned sharply around, and held his wand at ready. Mum looked very startled, but didn't move, nor did I. Bill was the first to move again, he walked towards the door leading out to the back. I jumped up, despite what my mum said, to fallow him.

When Bill and I turned the corner, I was slightly disappointed to see nothing but an owl from the school. I rolled my eyes, and walked over to the owl, to untie the letter attached to it.

"It's just Ginny's supply list, mum," Bill said, stuffing his wand back inside his robes, and walking back inside the Burrow.

There seemed to be more parchment that usual. I unrolled the scroll, and read it as I walked back inside the house. The supplies were the same as Ron's were, I only needed a few different books, because I was taking different classes. The other piece of parchment read:

Ordinary Wizarding Level Results

Pass Grades: Fail Grades

Outstanding (O) Poor (P)

Exceeds Expectations (E) Dreadful (D)

Acceptable (A) Troll (T)

Ginervra Molly Weasley has achieved:

Astronomy A

Care Of Magical Creatures O

Charms E

Defense Against The Dark Arts E

Divination A

Herbology O

History Of Magic P

Potions E

Transfiguration E

I had totally forgotten about O.W.L.s! But wow, I didn't do bad at all.

"What's that you've got there dear?" I heard my mum ask.

"My O.W.L.s back! I'd forgotten about them almost completely!" I said, thrusting the paper out towards my mum. I was truly excited, and quite frankly, proud of myself. I only failed one class! I couldn't believe it. I wish Hermione were here, oh she would be so proud!

"Ginny, this is excellent!" my mum said, throwing her arms around me. "It looked like we'll be going into town tomorrow to look for your knew books. Oh, I hope they aren't to expensive . . ."

My eyes slowly cracked open to the sound of feet on the stairs. Sunlight was peering in through the creases in my shades. I rolled over, and pulled the covers over my head, trying to soak up my last five minuets of summer vacation. Shopping in Diagon Alley was over, and my trunk so fully packed. I had said my good byes to dad last night, because work would keep him late today. The only thing I had left to do now was get up, and get ready.

Through my covers, I heard the squeaking of my door, followed by my mum's voice. I pretended to be asleep again, or dead. I just wanted her to leave. I wasn't ready to go back. Not by myself at least. I felt my bed sink in one spot, the covers lift from my head, and then my mum's hand stroking my hair.

"Ginny, it's time to get up. You don't want to miss the train," she stated.

"Mum, please don't pet me. I'm not a dog," I started. Why did she treat me as if I were five years old? Ha, why wouldn't she? Her ickle little baby- her only little girl.

I heard my mum sigh heavily, and the my bad bounce back into place. "Just get ready, we need to leave in an hour. Your father has left us a car to take into London." then my door shut, and I also sighed.

I threw my covers back and sat up. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes a tad bit, and then slowly, and unwillingly climbed out of my bed. I walked towards my dresser of draws, and opened the second one down, which held the last pair of jeans I hadn't packed. I threw them carelessly on my bed, as I walked toward my closet, pulling a yellow, form fitting shirt off a hang, and also throwing it on my bed. I also searched my closet for a nice jacket- what I found was a brown blazer, with two big buttons that hooked right over my belly-button. I threw that along side of my shirt.

Finding knickers had always been a problem for me- especially now, seeing that all of my clothes were packed away. So began my quest. I searched through my draws, I didn't find any there, but I did find change, a pair of oversized black sun-glasses that I had lost, and surprisingly a very cute bra, that couldn't have been mine- it was took big, but I would give it a shot . . . After all, I have grown a lot this summer. Just when I was about to give up, I found a pair of under-wear. A pair that I had received from Lavender Brown- she had always said I was too boyish. Well, I always said I would never wear those 'things'. But, I was desperate, and running low on time.

I pulled the black and white pinned striped, knickers, with prink lace from my drawer, and put them on my bed, pulling my night shirt over my head. I put on the big bra, and was amazed to see that it fit perfectly. I smiled to myself about that. Then I pulled of my night pants, and threw on my knickers- I caught a glimpse of myself in my body mirror. "Woah." I breathed.

I was much thinner than I remembered. I suppose I would be. I had taken a liking to the feeling of being hungry. My hair had grown thicker, but it wasn't curly or even wavy- just thick, and down past my shoulders.

"Ginny, hurry up!" my mums voice interrupted my thoughts.

Oh yeah! I thought, School! I took my gaze from my mirror and finished getting ready. Before I could even pull my hair back my mum as pushing my out the door, and into the Ministry's Car.

(A/N: This is my first story- hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter )