A/N: I apologize profusely for the long break! College work is time consuming, apparently, and so is binge-watching stupidly long shows. There will not be another gap this long. There will, however, be an annoyingly repetitive message on all my stories, so sorry about that.

"Ginny!" said Neville, running up to her in the common room.

"Hmm?"

Now he leaned in close and started to whisper. "My gran, she sent me a letter, and she told me about this radio station-Potterwatch."

"Potterwatch?"

"Mm-hmm."

"So, what, they look for Harry?"

"Well, no. It's just a name. But they report. You know, stuff the Ministry won't. And apparently your brothers run it."

"What?!" She sat up straight now; any news of any of her brothers was well-received.

"Yeah, Fred and George. And their friend Lee Jordan. There's passwords to listen to it; Gran sent me the next one."

"That was dangerous."

"She folded the whole letter inside of a box of candy. Which was inside another box of candy. Gran's a clever one."

Ginny grinned. "She sure is."

"The next broadcast is going to be tomorrow night, I think we should have a meeting of Dumbledore's Army."

Ginny nodded. "Let's let everybody know."


"So to clarify," said Susan Bones, "It's called Potterwatch, but it doesn't actually have anything to do with Harry Potter?"

"It has to do with our cause," said Ginny, "And Harry is kind of the headliner."

"It's about to start," Neville said. He pointed his wand at the radio. "Prongs."

"Harry's dad is the password?"

Neville shrugged. "It's mostly fallen Order members."

"Alright, shh!" said Seamus.

"Welcome to Potterwatch," came Fred's voice, and Ginny almost cried in her relief at hearing her brother alive and well.

"Yes, welcome," Lee chimed in. "River here, and Rodent-"

"Rapier-"

"Whatever. We're here with some unfortunate news this week; it seems like the Ministry is, in fact, putting Muggleborn witches and wizards in Azkaban for no reason other than their parentage."

"Right," said Fred. "So, all you Muggleborns out there-either hide out in the Muggle world or get on the move, because they're tracking us. All of us. They've officially labelled Harry Potter as Undesirable No. 1, as I'm sure most of you know. The who Ministry is out looking for him, while he's out there saving all of our skin. We're going to say, again; Harry, if you're listening-keep fighting. And all the rest of you out there, you keep fighting too."

"That's all we have for this broadcast, our next one will be in four days and the password will be 'Lovegood.'"

"Oh, that's nice!" Luna said with a smile.

"Until then, stay safe and support Harry Potter!"

"Well, that was... something," said Lavender.

"It was news," said Ginny.

"Not much," said Terry Boot.

"My brother is alive," said Ginny. "Maybe that's nothing to you, but it's something to me. And they're reporting on the dead, so if they haven't reported on your family that means they're probably alive."

"That's a good point," said Parvati. "Let's all stay positive."

"Easier said then done," murmured Michael.


Ginny swung her feet back and forth lazily and sighed. It was a week until Halloween; that was a big day for You-Know-Who. No, it was a big day for Lord Voldemort. She had to call him by his name. Harry, Ron, and Hermione did. It was a big day for Harry, too, in the most awful of ways. She couldn't even imagine something happening to her family like it had to his. Or at least, she hadn't been able to. Now she worried about it all the time. She listened in desperation to the news, read the Prophet, now she paid attention to Potterwatch. And every time, she felt sick to her stomach, as she prayed that nobody in her family would be hurt. She knew Ron was probably okay, because they would know if Harry and his friends had been caught. And she heard Fred and sometimes George on Potterwatch, so they were alive, at least. Bill and Fleur were pretty safely secured in their house, and they sent her letters every now and then; Mum and Dad sent her at least two letters a week. Charlie had only written twice all year, but his job of recruiting international wizards in Romania kept him out of direct harm. And she didn't really care about Percy, but considering he was on the Ministry's side, he definitely wasn't going to be harmed by them. None of that knowledge stopped her from waking up almost every night cold and sweating, having just had a vision of the horrific death of someone in her family. Or of Harry. Or Hermione, who she considered family, too. This war had to end. It had to. But maybe she didn't want it to end too soon; if it ended now, it would probably be with Lord Voldemort victorious, which was obviously the last thing that anybody wanted. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to finish their quest first. Perhaps it was foolish and childish, but Ginny had the ridiculous notion that once they had finished whatever their task was, they would tell her. They probably wouldn't, of course. They'd rush straight up to him and kill him. But honestly, that was okay, too. As long as it ended. And everyone was safe. But the creeping, dreadful feeling was ever-present in the back of her mind. After all, there were eight Weasleys involved in this war. Nine if Percy ever came back to sanity. What were the odds that all of them would survive it? She knew she couldn't let herself think like that, that these thoughts were nothing more than destructive to her mental health and to her functionality, but she couldn't help it. It seemed so ridiculous, so insane, for her to be at school, studying, when people were out there fighting, and dying. When her family was out there fighting. She had always hated being the youngest, but never more so than in this moment. All she wanted was to help her family. And all she could do about it was... nothing.