Chapter 2

When Harry awoke the next morning, he found himself locked in his room. He didn't care, he had too many things on his mind to worry about that stuff. He lay down again and started thinking

'Ginny? Did they do it on accident, or did they kill her because of the diary?'

He couldn't even understand why they would attack Romania. Were they trying to kill the dragons? Kill the dragon tamers? Both?  He was still thinking about it, when Hermes, Percy's prefect owl flew through the open window. Harry sullenly got up and retrieved the letter. He could hardly classify Ron's handwriting. It was so encrusted.

Dear Harry

By now I'm sure you've heard the news about Ginny. I wanted to let you know that Dumbledore said you could come to the funeral, and then stay with us for the rest of the summer. The funeral is on August 3rd, we'll pick you up.

Hermione is coming home from Bulgaria to be with us. Bye

He forgot to write his name, but Harry didn't mind. 

The days flew by Harry with hardly a glimpse, and on his birthday he got cakes from everyone but Mrs. Weasley. Harry didn't mind this either; she probably had little time on her hands.

Harry talked to his uncle. He didn't know if he had imagined it, but he thought he had seen a tear in his uncle's eye. His uncle agreed without hesitation.

On August third, Harry waited by the door. He was watching for the Ministry car the Weasley's said they were driving in another letter from Mr. Weasley. Quite oddly, his aunt and uncle had let him off chores that day, in fact, he hadn't done very many chores in the past few weeks. He shook his head and forgot about it.

At about noon a black, shiny ministry limo pulled up to the Dursley's drive. Hermione jumped out and ran up to meet him.

"I'll help you, Harry," she said, when she got up to the front door. She offered him her hand, "None of the Weasley's are up to it."

"Okay," Harry replied.

The two friends brought Harry's trunk, broomstick, and owl cage to the limo.

"Get out some black robes to wear to the funeral," Hermione said as she and Harry lifted the trunk into the enlarged trunk.

Harry nodded. He opened the smaller trunk, and took out the nicest black robes he had. He ripped off the Hogwarts symbol, so no one could tell that he was a Hogwartee (lol) and put them on over his jeans and t-shirt.

"Perfect," Hermione whispered though her face betrayed her fake happiness.

They went around and got in the car.  There sat the Weasleys all dressed in black, they were all there.

The ride to the funeral home was silent. There were occasional snuffles and sobs, but no talking.

After they picked up the coffin, they left for the church. When they had arrived, Harry saw some people he knew, such as Colin and Dennis Creevy. A few minutes later a Ministry wizard started the service "We gather here today to morn the loss of a young girl. Her name was Virginia Weasley."  He went on about the good things she about her and her achievements and such, but Harry was too ominous to listen.  He had liked Ginny; she was nice and easy to talk to. He knew she had had a crush on him ever since his first year. He was going to miss her a lot.

                Ron's POV

I wasn't sad any more, I was angry. Angry at the person who killed Ginny. Angry at the famous Harry Potter, the "kind" Hagrid, the evil Draco Malfoy, the stupid Padma Patil, the ugly Severus Snape, the top student Hermione…wait, I wasn't mad at Hermione, I liked Hermione. She was nice and cute, I wasn't mad at her.

When the part of the funeral came for everyone to place flowers on Ginny's grave, I made up my mind. I would get revenge.

Author Ramblings:

I want to thank VyingQuill for my first review, (besides my sister) and I want to assure her that I will get around to my grammar, hehehe