Ginny woke up and looked at the clock. Past noon. Groaning, she got out of her bed and got dressed, wondering why her mother hadn't woke her up.

It felt like it had been weeks since the Department of Mysteries incident, when in fact, it had only been a day. Her memory was still foggy. She remembered casting the curse and then nothing. Darkness. Why had she fainted? She couldn't understand.

Downstairs, she was greeted by the smell of food. Fred and George were waiting for, identical grins on their identical faces.

"Ginny!"

"Our dear sister!"

Fred and George looked at each other then, eyebrows raised.

"Defeater of all evil?"

George nodded. "I would say so, brother. Hero of the decade even!"

Rolling her eyes, Ginny pushed past them. "Real funny, guys."

They walked with her to the kitchen, still grinning. Fred pushed past his brother until he was in front of Ginny, walking backwards.

"Honestly, Ginny, you were amazing. Who would have thought you'd be good at anything!'

At Ginny's hurt expression, George chimed in. "Kidding, of course, Gin. We knew you were bound to do great things. Magnificent things!"

They both laughed, leaving her at this point to sit down at the table. She pushed past the annoyance at their immature comments and sat down at the table next to Ron, who was, of course, shoveling food down his throat. Hermione sat across from him along with Fred and George as her mother bustled around the kitchen, cooking.

"Good morning, Ginny!" she said distantly.

"Morning." She looked around the table again. "Where's Harry?"

Hermione blanched and Ron spoke past the food in his mouth. "Stuck up in my room. Wouldn't even come out for food! Can you believe it?"

"Ron!" Hermione scolded. "Harry's going through something you wouldn't understand right now. Can you even imagine how he feels? Of course he's not thinking about food! You should be supporting him."

Ron rolled his eyes. "I am!" he said in his defense. "But there's only so much a bloke can do, Mione. I can't get through to him!"

Hermione sighed. "These things take time, Ron."

Ginny ignored them as a bowl of soup was set in front of her. "Thanks Mum," she said, and when her mother disappeared, she turned to Ron.

"Has the Order said anything about Bellatrix?" she asked in hushed tones, hoping her mother or Fred and George, who were conspiring on the other side of table, couldn't hear her.

Ron shook his head and Ginny sighed.

She wanted to know what was going on for once. For Merlin's sake, she was the one who disarmed her! Shouldn't she have a right to be a part of this just as much as anyone else?

"I want to be a part of this, too, Ron," she said, holding her head up high. She wasn't going to let anyone stop her from joining the fight.

Ron shook his head again. "Ginny, just because you fought and won this one time doesn't mean you could do it again. You're not trained enough."

She narrowed her eyes. "You're one year older than me, Ron. What makes you think you're any more trained than I am?"

Ron shrugged, swallowing his food and looking at her seriously. "Look, Ginny, you just can't, okay? You're my little sister. So, no. End of story."

Ginny looked next to Ron. "Hermione?"

Hermione looked back and forth between the two and sighed. "I don't know, Ginny."

Ginny's jaw clenched. "Fine."

That being said, she stood up from the table. If they wouldn't listen to her, she knew of one person who she might be able to convince.

Harry.

She knocked briefly on his door, but there was nothing. Silence.

"Harry?" she called.

She knocked again.

Finally, she heard a distant. "Yeah?"

Sighing, she turned the knob. It was locked. "Can I come in?"

She heard him rustle around the room to unlock the door. When she opened it, she noticed the room was unusually dark. There was a blanket over the window, covering the sunlight trying to pour in to the tiny upstairs bedroom. Harry looked as if he hadn't gotten out of bed in days.

She felt guilty then. For what he was going through. But to be honest, she couldn't understand it. It had been a long time since she lost anyone close to her. When she was seven, she lost her great Aunt Margaret, but they weren't exactly close. In fact, Ginny always felt kind of awkward around her.

But still, that was the closest she had come to losing anyone. It wasn't like she was close to Sirius. Seeing somebody die though... it wasn't pleasant. It made her feel dark inside.

She knew that was nothing to how Harry was feeling though.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, clasping her hands together in front of her awkwardly as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

"Fine," he grumbled as he sat on his bed. "Was there something you wanted?"

It was almost hurtful the way he was talking to her and as much as she wanted to huff, tell him off for being a jackass and leave, she knew she was here for a reason and hoped he wasn't thinking clear at the moment.

"Actually, yeah," she said, her voice low. "I was thinking... and I've decided I want to fight."

"No," he said. Just like that. And then he turned away, rummaging through some books he had on his bed.

"You didn't even hear me out!" she said, protesting, angry.

He turned to look at her. "You're my best friend's sister, Ginny. He'd kill me if I let you fight. Not to mention, you're... I don't know. You're not old enough."

"Bollocks!" she spluttered and his eyes widened. They hadn't spoken much in the past, but she was sure he had never seen this side of her. It fact, it was probably the most they had talked ever in her life. "I'm almost as old as you are. And I want to fight. There's nothing you can do to stop me."

Harry sighed. "Ginny, please, I don't want to do this now. I want to sleep."

"No," she said stubbornly and when Harry raised an eyebrow, she blushed. "I mean, I have something to say and so you're going to listen for once. I'm not backing down from this. When I say I want to fight, I mean it, Harry Potter. I'm tired of letting you all walk all over me and telling me what to do. I'm fifteen years old for Merlin's sake. I have just as much right as you do."

He looked at her, his eyes wide.

"I'm sorry," she said suddenly. "I don't mean to yell at you, Harry. But now's the time for all of us to band together and train. Why are we all sitting around letting Voldemort affect us like this? Wasn't it you who said we were better than him? That we could defeat him? Well I don't know about you, but what happened that day, it motivated me. I'm not going to stand around and let some dark wizard ruin my life. Are you?"

She had no idea where all that courage came from, but she didn't regret it. Harry stared at her for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before nodding.

"You're right, Ginny," he said softly and her eyes widened.

"I am?" she asked, shocked that he even agreed with her. Was this a plot to get her to leave? To get her to stop annoying him?

He nodded. "My godfather died," he said. She saw him wince at this and his face contorted into one of pain, almost as if he was trying not to cry. She felt sorry for him then. She didn't know what to do, but she didn't have time to think it over as he continued. "I'm not going to let anyone else die, because of me, because of Voldemort. Including you."

She heard the hidden meaning in his sentence. He was still going on about not letting her fight. Although, her words did seem to get to him.

"Well, I'm fighting," she said defiantly, her chin jutted in the air and her arms crossed. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

He sighed, shaking his head.

"And I think it'd be a good idea if we started training and took our lives back. Nobody's going to control me anymore. Not even Voldemort. I don't care what we have to do, Harry. I'm tired of everyone living in fear. I want to do something about it."

Harry looked at her seriously, his eyes still dark. Something must have got to him though, she thought, noticing a slight change in his demeanor.

"What kind of training?" he asked.

And she knew she had him convinced as a grin swept over her face.

A/N: I'm so glad you guys like it so far! I'm really inspired right now so I'm writing up a storm for this story and an original. More to come tomorrow, I hope. Let me know your opinion. Think I should continue? Have any ideas you'd like to see happen in the story? Let me know! :)