"It happened in early July. I didn't write you because I didn't want to put pressure on you what with You-Know-Who, so don't think I was mad at you . . . On July 6th, The Quidditch Cup was being held in Bulgaria . . . Britain had actually made it to the finals, and were playing against Luxembourg. Of course, we were all ecstatic about our home country make it to the Cup, so Dad ventured for tickets. Sadly, old Thelonius Turner from the Department of Unspeakables, could only get his hands on four tickets. Naturally, Dad and the three eldest boys got to go . . . Percy, Bill, and Charlie . . . but compared to what happened that night, I wish it was me that had gone . . . You-Know-Who showed up at the match with what must have been at least 500 followers, all shrouded with black cloaks. Right in the middle of the field, Harry . . ." Ron let out an anguished cry, "they performed the Avada Kedavra curse on every single person in that arena . . . walked right up to them and killed them . . . huge masses of wizards died, Dad, Bill, Charlie, and Percy among them. The community was outraged at this . . . no one felt safe any longer. Everyone thought the Ministry was doing a sufficient job in holding You- Know-Who and his followers, but after that happened, all hope vanished. So when you came along, some hope was returned. I was reminded that we still had you . . . I still had myself . . . seeing you helped me move on from what had happened in July . . . it helped me become stronger. But when I found out you almost had developed a near obsession with your girlfriend, I was hurt again. All the pain came back from the night I found out they died . . . I was angry . . . I didn't know what to do with myself. I was so scared I was losing my best friend. Sure, Hermione's been great in helping me sort out my feelings, but she's my girlfriend now . . . I didn't have a contact where I could tell them my feelings without feeling a different connection with. That feeling was horrible." Ron looked outside the window, the moonlight shining through his young, orange hair. Tears were still rapidly streaming down his face. Harry tried to think of something to say, and he guessed it was noticeable as Ron said, "You don't have to say anything. I should've been happier for you about Vicki. If I had considered your feelings this whole mess wouldn't have occurred. I should've recognized you were hurt before I put myself, like I always do, first . . . I'm really sorry, Harry." Harry smiled in reassurance. They retired to looking out the window at the little gnomes toddling around in the garden. It was then that a question came to mind. "Ron . . ." "Yeah, Harry?" "Where're Fred, George, and Ginny?" "Oh . . . they're at their joke shop in Hogsmeade . . . they're actually due home sometime tonight." "Oh . . ." Harry sighed in relief and resumed looking out the window. After awhile, Ron finally said, "I think it's time I get back to my room and get some sleep." Harry nodded for the second time and watched Ron as he went out the door. After Ron had left, he got up off the bed and closed the door behind him. It was now that the full impact of the four men's deaths hit him. Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Mr. Weasley were dead. The finality was just too overwhelming. He tried to stop thinking about it. He walked over to his bed and climbed in. He was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard voices outside. It was Mrs. Weasley, she must have been greeting Fred, George, and Ginny. "Hey Mum, how are you?" "I'm fine, Fred, thank you, I've missed you so much boys." "We've missed you too, Mum." "Oh, and my beautiful Virginia, gorgeous as an angel. How I've longed to have a female in the house . . . well, I've had Hermione and Harry's girlfriend here, but they're just not the same as my daughter. Oh, how I've wanted to see your face for two years, Ginny . . ." Yes, it was true, Harry had forgotten . . . Ginny had been away at a Muggle boarding school for two years. She had been sent there after she was caught snogging with a boy one day in a clearing outside the Burrow. "Mum . . . is Harry here?" "Yes." "Excellent . . ." And that was all Harry knew as he slipped into a deep sleep. The next morning, it sounded as if all five of the Weasleys, and Hermione and Vicki were up, bustling around downstairs. Harry got up, dressed, washed up, and continued down the stairs toward the kitchen. There were the rest of the seven people living in the house sitting around the kitchen table, holding hands, with their eyes closed. It seemed they were saying a prayer, and as Harry didn't want to interrupt, he silently took the vacant seat next to Vicki. When they had all commenced their prayer, Harry leaned over to give Vicki a kiss. Now he noticed that all seven people weren't there. It appeared that Ginny was missing. "Where's Ginny?" Harry asked. "Who's Ginny?" Vicki asked politely. "She's the Weasley's youngest . . . only girl in the family . . ." "Ah," Vicki said, smiling. "There she is now," Fred said. Harry had completely forgotten the arrival of Fred and George. "My God," Harry said as he stood up. "Hey, Harry fellow," Fred said, standing up, hugging Harry. George followed suit. It seemed as if it was take a rather long time for Ginny to get down the steps as her footsteps were still loudly resounding around the kitchen. Her feet finally hit the landing. She walked slowly towards the kitchen, and she appeared. Harry, face dug into his breakfast plate, looked up, and his mouth dropped. Apparently so had Vicki's. Ginny was nothing like Harry had remembered her. She used to be a mousy, red-haired, flat-chested little girl who dreamed of Harry in her sleep. Now she was a fully-grown, well-endowed . . . woman, who probably thought of Harry as nothing more than a little boy. She continued walking to her seat, rocking her hips as she sat down and gracefully put her napkin on her lap. Vicki grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him out of the kitchen, well out of earshot. "When you said 'youngest', I didn't know you meant some big-breasted beautiful girl, Harry!" "I know . . ." Harry seemed to have slipped into a momentary stupor. Vicki slapped him. "Listen, I didn't know she'd be that attractive, but Ginny has no personality. Trust me, I'd never be interested in her. All she wants in me is my fame. You want my love and affection." Harry cupped her face in his hands and bent down to kiss her.