Ginny Weasley watched, impressed, as the order members cast their Patronuses for everyone to recognize. Kingsley Shacklebolt's was a lynx, Hestia Jones' was a racoon, Dedalus Diggle's was a squirrel, Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin's was a werewolf, Remus Lupin's was also a werewolf, Molly Weasley's was an owl, Arthur Weasley's was a weasel, Minerva McGonagall's was a cat, Pomona Sprout's was a unicorn, Poppy Pomfrey's was an elephant, Filius Flitwick's was a fox, Rolanda Hooch's was a badger, Mundungus Fletcher's was a ferret, William Weasley's was a lion, Fleur Weasley's was a robin, George Weasley's was a Kappa and Fred Weasley's was a Hinkypunk.
"Ginny, why don't you go as well? Just in case?" Molly asked her daughter, kindly. Her daughter almost seemed as though she would break. Her hair was limp, her face was grim. It had been fourteen day since Harry, Ron and Hermione disappeared. And Ginny was very worried.
"OK," Ginny replied, standing up. "Expecto Patronum."
A large horse burst from the tip of her wand galloped around until it was standing directly in front of Ginny. As Ginny stared at it, she thought of Harry. Instead of disappearing from lack of focus, the horse started to do something very odd indeed.
It was getting shorter and its legs appeared to be shrinking. Its mane and tail disappeared and was replaced by smaller, prettier ears than the horse had and a short, stout tail. Everyone gaped as the now beautiful Patronus completed its transformations.
Instead of a long, skinny, moderately pretty horse, there stood a beautiful sparkling doe, at least ten times more beautiful than the palomino horse had been. Her eye lashes were long, her body slender and her eyes seemed to twinkle. Ginny knew that if a Patronus could be any colour other than just white, those eyes would have been piercing green. Like Harrys, they seemed to see right through her.
Everyone stared, transfixed, as the doe ran around the room thrice, her feet barely grazing the ground as she floated out the window and grew smaller and smaller on the Burrow's grounds before disappearing altogether.
Arthur and Bill were staring, open-mouthed, at the window, confused as were a few other order members and most of the teachers. Professor McGonagall was staring sadly at Ginny, remembering Harry's Patronus on the Quidditch Pitch four years ago. Molly had her hand over her heart, staring at Ginny mournfully. Fleur was looking at Ginny with pity in her eyes, how she knew, Ginny wasn't sure. Fred and George exchanged a look and then promptly gave her a look that currently rivaled Fleur's. Tonks' hair had returned to its natural mousey-brown colour, as she stared at Ginny, understanding the pain. My pain, Ginny reminded herself, angrily. Remus looked shocked and upset. Kingsley looked as though he was torn between running out the door and Apparating home and handing her a tissue.
She didn't understand their reactions until she saw the room blur and realized that there were warm tears flowing loosely down her face. She reached up and tried to wipe them off, albeit irritably. Giving up, as she realized they weren't going to stop soon, she ran, pushing past her shell-shocked father and weather-worn brother, passed their looks of concern and pity and out of the Burrow.
This was so stupid. Her, Ginny Weasley, tough girl, breaking down, reduced to tears over a dumb Patronus.
No, said a voice in the back of her head, over Harry. Always over Harry.