We never hear the same story twice. Why? Because we never hear it from the same person. The difference in opinion and perspective makes our stories unique. But it is the stories from the people who aren't in the front line, the people who watch, who listen. It is their stories that we never hear and sometimes what they see is just as important as our heroines.

As a mother, Mrs. Weasley wanted nothing more than for the love and safety of her children. That safety was now in jeopardy. Her youngest child and only daughter, who she protected more than any of her sons, had somehow become one of Voldemort's prime targets.

Mrs. Weasley had always known from the day Ginny had been lured down into that chamber that she had changed. The problem was no one except Harry had noticed until 5 years later. The shy little princess she had watched for so many years was suddenly soul bonded to Harry Potter, the person she loved more than anything in the world and the person she was willing to die for. Mrs. Weasley had watched as she smiled her first smile, laughed her first laugh and when she had first foiled her brothers' plans.

From the shy child Ginny was to confident woman she had become, Mrs. Weasley had watched it all. But now it was finally time to let go. Ginny needed to live her life and she needed to do that with Harry. Mrs. Weasley would never admit it, but she knew Ginny would be ok and she knew Harry would look after her. It was time for Mrs. Weasley to allow her daughter the freedom to do what she was always destined to do.

To stand by her husband and fight Lord Voldemort even if it meant her death, because when faced with the toughest choices Ginny would always choose what was right, not what was easy.

As for the scrawny, black haired, green eyed boy she had met all those years ago, Mrs. Weasley knew he would be ok. She had watched him as she had watched her daughter. The years had hardened Harry, but somehow her daughter had brought him up for air. The life he lead, the devotion to ending the life of the man who had killed so many innocents and the undying love he shared with Ginny made him the young man he was to this day.

When things got tough Harry had never backed down. When danger charged at him head on he had never run away. Through all the hate, through all the heartache; he still had the ability to love. The little, scared boy she had first met at the train station all those years ago; was now a young man, fighting for what is right with his wife and love of his life by his side all the way.

It was because of these reasons that Mrs. Weasley knew that the prophecy would be fulfilled and it was because of these reasons that she knew that they would be okay. She was letting go. She would watch, as she had all their lives, as they did what they were destined to do and bring down the demise of the man who had hurt so many. Because in the darkest of times, love would light up the path and lead the way.

And I can change the world;
I will be the sunlight in your universe.

As twins, Fred and George Weasley had been through a lot together and survived a lot together. But for the first time in their life they were afraid. Not of Voldy-shorts or of the death eaters. No, for the first time they were afraid for the lives of the ones they loved.

But like the twins they were, they continued laughing. Laughing because in a world torn apart by war laughing was really all that was left. Sometimes even the tiniest of smiles could lift the hearts of hundreds. That was exactly how they saw it and as Harry had said a few years ago the world needed a few extra laughs.

So they had set up their joke shop with the winnings Harry had given them and they had achieved their dream. Now it was their turn to help others, namely Harry and Ginny. It was time they really started to fight back, just not without having fun in the meantime.

Hermionie Granger had always known everything. She had always known the facts and had always known the outcome. She was a rational thinker and to be rational she had to be calm and collected. But Hermionie Granger was anything but that. She had stood by Harry for all of her magical life. She had been there through the good the bad and the ghastly. She wasn't about to back down now. But for the first time in her life she didn't have the answers, she didn't know the facts and she didn't know what would be the outcome of this war.

Hermionie feared what could become if Voldemort took over completely, she feared what would become of the world if Harry and Ginny couldn't fulfill their task. Not that she doubted them, she knew they could do it; it was just the fear of losing the people who had become her family. Harry was her brother in every sense of the word and Ginny her sister. Blood didn't matter, she had made a family for herself and though they had always been a danger, suddenly every small detail seemed a whole lot bigger.

One thing she knew for sure, the golden trio was no more, instead the golden quartet was born and she would have it no other way. With her family and the love of her life by her side (Ron) Hermionie would do whatever she could to help Harry and Ginny defeat the Dark Lord.

My best mate and my sister! Was one of many thoughts running through Ron Weasley's head. Not that he didn't approve or anything, it was just gross! Now it was official and Ron was quite sure he had finally accepted the pair but if he happened to see them in a compromising position he might just have to kill Harry, even if they are married.

But in reality Ron had done a lot of growing up in the past year and he had fallen in love; well admitted it at least. After that he couldn't really tell off Harry without sounding lie a hypocrite. But Ron knew where his loyalties lie and he would not betray them. He would stick by Harry, Ginny and Hermionie until the day he died. Nothing and nobody would ever change that. That was the reason Ron Weasley would fight and that was the reason he had finally accepted Harry and Ginny's love.

Ron Weasley had finally grown up.

They tell us to listen to the people and we shall get our answers, but who ever listens. Sometime if you want the truth you have to get it from the people involved, even if not directly because sometime they know just as much as those in the front line. And sometimes their side of the story deserves to be heard.

In a world of darkness, love will light the path to a new day.

Sorry for the lack of updates but like i stated in my other story i am an author who writes whe the idea comes and it sounds better that way. so please be patient, although i thought this needed updating. i hope you like it!!! love Bj188