Epilogue

Ginny's body was found by Hermione, who had come looking for her. When Hermione had saw Ginny crying and had decided to follow her. She wanted to tell Ginny she was sorry and that she'll stick by her and be her friend. But when Hermione walked into Ginny's dormitory, she sensed something was wrong. Ginny was very curious, and would look to see who was at the door.

When Ginny didn't look, Hermione got worried. She walked over to Ginny's bed and pulled open the hangings. Hermione expected to see her asleep, maybe crying. What she had seen was not what she expected.

Ginny's head was lolling over the edge of the bed, her eyes wide and staring. The sheets were covered in blood. Ginny was still warm, but only just. The razor was still in Ginny's hand. The blades were shining scarlet with Ginny's blood.

Hermione screamed. She tried to wake Ginny. When that didn't work she ran down into the common room. She found Harry and Ron. Hermione couldn't tell them what she had found. They followed her upstairs, looks of extreme anxiety plastered across their faces. She led them to Ginny's dormitory.

Ron stayed where he was. Shock paralysed him as he stared at his dead sister. His dead baby sister. The only female in his generation of Weasley. The tears poured silently down his face as he acknowledged the sight of the blood, her staring eyes.

Harry on the other hand, ran up to Ginny and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his head in her hair as the tears rolled from his eyes. Harry loved Ginny more than anybody, even Cho. Even when they split up, he loved her. She was too free-spirited for him. But he still loved her.

The funeral took place in the graveyard of the church in Ottery St. Catchpole. A few words were said as her six brothers lowered her coffin into the ground. The wake was in the Weasley family home. People said nice things about Ginny to her family, but one thing was going through their minds as they said this: "a lovely girl who ran off track." Terrible things happen to those who meddle with Death Eaters.