A/N: Ginny reflects on her times with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You must have noticed that chapters 1 and 2 are awfully similar at the end, well, that would be because they're written by 1 author (ME) and well, I meant to make them sound familiar. This chapter might seem a bit all over the place, and mixed up, but that's because Ginny's writing down her thoughts and well, she's crushed emotionally so she doesn't exactly write fluently.

Disclaimer: see previous chapter(s).

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I felt sick. No, worst. I can't believe the day I've been dreading had come. Harry and Hermione are leaving tonight. We've only got another 2 hours, 13 minutes and 53 seconds together, no, 50 seconds, no, 48, 47...well, you get the picture of how I'm feeling right now. I'm counting to very second we've got left together.

I just have to write it down, as if I'm telling someone this. It's not like I have diary anymore. I've got enough experience to trust another diary, thank you very much. but today, I just have to write down my thoughts, or I'll go crazy. Mum's been a great help, I guess, but even she can't truly understand how I'm feeling. It's now actually 2 hours after Harry and Hermione had left and I'm lonelier than ever. I suppose telling it to someone or something might calm me.

Harry. When will I see him again? I had been in love with him ever since I heard about him, and what he did. You might say it was a foolish teenage crush. No, I love him, Harry, not Harry Potter, but Harry. I had gotten to know him, and I realize all that I've read about him in books had always been wrong. He was not the hero books made him out to be. He was just a boy who lived, not The Boy Who Lived with all its capitalization silliness. And I love him. And today, he would be leaving me. Oh how am I to survive a whole year without Harry? Or Hermione? Ever since Ron was gone, the three of us had been more than close. The only reason any of us had been kept sane at all after Ron's death was each other. We would cry in each other arms, holding on each other for support. And today, both of them had left me. Who will I go to when I need a good cry? Who will Harry go to when he needed to cry? None of us, him, Hermione or me had been the same, not since Sirius' and Ron's deaths. Harry and Hermione had their heart set on fighting to vengeance Ron, Sirius, and so many other people who had died. And I can't go with them.

Two days ago, Dumbledore made a speech in the Great Hall. He had told all graduating 7th is they would like to join to the Order of the Phoenix, a kind of army/resistance type of organization against Voldemort. I know that Harry and Hermione are joining. I wanted to join too. I know I would be strong enough and I know enough magic anyway. But NO, Dumbledore said this is strictly for 7th years. And I think he looked right at me when he said no 6th year and below might join. Trust Dumbledore to see through me. How am I going to survive a whole year without Harry and Hermione?? I know they both doing this, or partly anyway, for Ron. Ron...My favourite brother. I love all my brothers of course, but it's just Ron that I have special connection with. He's so close to me in age. I could have gone to Hogwarts the same year as he did, but I think Dumbledore's learnt enough with the twins to risk 2 Weasleys in the same year. We had always played together. I remember that day....

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I had been just 4 at the time, and Ron just turned 5. My little kitten died. I was sobbing on Ron's shoulder. He comforted me.

"Oh, Ronnie, where does the kitten goes when dies?" I asked between tears

"I don't know, I think to the sky, with God."

"He left me, Ronnie. But you'll never leave me, will you Ronnie?"

"No, Gin. I'm your favourite brother, aren't I? I'll never ever leave you." he had swore in his little voice, his face as solemn as Percy when he tells the twins off for getting into mischief.

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He didn't keep that promise. He left me. No only me, he left Harry and...Hermione. And it was all Wormtail's fault. And today, I might as well lose my boyfriend and my only sister as well. Oh, why is life full of loses? The two precious hours Harry, Hermione and I had had together had gone too fast. They were gone now. Only God knows when we will see each other again, if ever. Even if we survive this, the three of us, it won't be the same. Ron wouldn't be here to celebrate with us. Things will never be the same again. Nothing. We could have had so much, but Voldemort ruined it all. Hermione was not Hermione anymore. She had become more quiet, more subdued. She was not the annoying know-it-all they all knew. She didn't even find interest in books now. Her only love, MY brother, was gone. Her eyes didn't glint like they did when she discovered something in the books. She had even stopped reading Hogwarts A History. I think that book, in many ways, reminded her of Ron. Oh how such a person can change so quickly in such a small period of time.

My firs ever impression of Hermione Granger was that she was annoying, bossy and a goody two shoes. But yet, she was one of my best friends. It was always Hermione that I went to when I needed some girly advise at school. I have friends in my year, but Hermione was always there for me, as she had always been for Harry and Ron. She was so fun, full of life. I know she and my brother were perfect together. And now, she wasn't the same HErmione that I've come to love. Ron was gone, and so was she.

Six months, yet it seemed that Ron had been gone forever. And he will never come back. We knew that, Harry, HErmione and I. Yet we could do nothing. Maybe we never realized it, but Ron had always been our joy, our laughter. Oh, did he make us laugh sometimes.

And now, he was gone. Only Harry, Hermione and I were left. Today, Harry and Hermione had left me too. I am alone. What will I do, alone? I admit it, now, to this blank page of parchment. I am scared. Scared of the future in front of us. What is to come? None of us know. We only know, that we will keep on fighting, and we will win, because light will always shine. As Hope does. One shinning star in the night sky, our hope, our dream, the one light that keep us going - writing this, I slowly realized that this light, this hope, is not only a glimmer of light. It is Ron. Looking out the window I see him looking down at me. He will never truly leave me. He will always be here for me. He is my strength, my hope, my dream. He is here with me, yet he is also with Harry and Hermione. He is in Heaven now, protecting us all. And I know, that I will be safe, my brother will always look after me. And that, one day, we will meet again, in Heaven, the four of us, Harry, Hermione, Ron and I. Until we meet again, dear brother.