For these five minutes.
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I only own my imagination.
People look at my brothers and think that they're fools, but I don't. Some people question their sanity, but I don't. At least I don't anymore.
The war is all that we know, hear and see. When we read the local paper, we wonder, "whose next?" Which one of our friends has died, who's been kidnapped and what has been lost?
When we walked down Diagon Alley last week the air was thick with fear. It was everywhere we looked. The terrified faces that looked out at us from the closed shops. The shifty glances made as we walked past. I knew what they were thinking, for I was thinking the same thing. "Who are you and which side have you chosen?"
But when you look at Fred and George you forget that there's a war, you forget that there's pain everywhere, even if it is just for five minutes. The fear of the magic community doesn't grace their faces, at least not when there are people near by who can be entertained.
I can see my brothers now, their outside in the garden. At the moment, the most important thing in the world to them is the outcome of their Quidditch match. Why can't everyone else be more like them, that's what I'm thinking. Does no-one understand that every time we're too scared to say the name "Voldemort" we're letting the Dark side win? We're making it easy for him.
I've seen what the war has done to the people that I care about. They're not the same, none of them are. They've all changed, but the twins are the only people that I know who don't show it as much.
She thinks that I don't notice, that none of us do. But I've heard mum crying at night, over lost family and missing friends. I've seen the dark circles and worry lines on my dads face. They may have not noticed it, but I can see how it's affected us all. There's the way that the happiness that I always associated with my family isn't the same. How if there's laughter, it's fake. If anyone smiles, the smile doesn't reach their eyes.
I'm not stupid, I knew that there was no way that we would all be the same when the war ended. But I didn't realize how much everyone would change. How the bravest and most confident people I knew and looked up to, would flinch at the sound of a name.
I made some decisions when I came home from Diagon Alley last week. From now on, I'll call Tom Riddle by his name. I should have decided this a long time ago, at least that way I'd be able to try and get back the childhood he stole from me in my first year. I won't be ashamed to enjoy myself, if I want to laugh then I will. I'd laugh until my sides ached and until everyone thought that Ginny Weasley had gone crazy. But I won't be naïve as to pretend that everything is alright, because it wouldn't be further from the truth. It won't be alright until this war is over, and that won't happen until Riddle dies.
In fact, I can start right now. Throwing my long red hair back into a clip, I glance out of the window and I can see that the twins are still flying.
Hagrid once said that "What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." I know now that he was right, I'll face the war with my head held high. But I'm going to enjoy myself now, and live for the moment. For these five minutes.
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