Set during war times. Enjoy, review.
Ginny heard someone downstairs yelling, Ginny sighed, probably fighting with Aunt Muriel again. It was war and this was the only place her blood traitor family could go so here they were. Ginny kicked off her shoes and lay on the bed in the small room. She held up her Dumbledore's Army coin, she felt pride to just be able to have it.
She turned over the coin and gasped. It said something new, it always said the old date from their last meeting, but this time it said: The Trio is back, at Hogwarts now. Ginny jumped up, this certainly meant that they were fighting, it had to. Ginny jumped up and started banging on George and Fred's door. "LOOK!" Ginny said holding the coin up.
As they read their faces lit up as they scrambled to find their own, which said the same thing. "We have to go; Harry is back, this is bloody important!" Fred called.
"We can't just leave," Ginny told her brothers and scoffed.
"Oh, we will let them know, I have a plan," George told Ginny mischievously.
Fred seemed to read his brother's mind. "Common," Fred whispered and they followed him to the top of the staircase where they could hear their mother, father, and Aunt Muriel bickering. "Mum, were going to Hogwarts, see you later!" Fred called to his preoccupied mother.
"Yes, yes dear, see you later," Ginny's mother called back as she went back to bickering, too preoccupied to worry about Fred blabbering something.
George grabbed Ginny's hand and they saw a whirl of everything. Ginny had no idea how Fred knew where to go, because you could not Apporate into Hogwarts. They landed in a pub, it looked familiar, and Ginny finally recognized it as the Hog's Head inn.
Her thoughts were interrupted. "This is a pub! NOT A RAILWAY!" a man with bright blue eyes yelled from the corner.
"Sorry, we just need to get through the portrait, we have some business to take care of," Fred told him as he climbed up into the portrait. Ginny followed her brothers and together they walked through the long tunnel.
They walked for a while, until they clambered back through the other side. Ginny then spotted Harry, and happiness fluttered inside her. After months of not seeing him and wondering if he was dead, she was happy to see him standing before her. He stared at her for a second and Ginny stared back she gave him a smiled, but then he quickly looked away. Harry looked like he had been through hell: his clothes dirty, his hair longer and messier than ever, he had also needed to shave, but still all the same he was there. And after months of missing him, all she wanted to know was if the boy she loved was okay.