A/N: Sorry I can't do quotes, guys, I know it sucks! ( see
Number 12 Grimmauld place was just as gloomy on a Monday morning. Even though it was summer, Ginny felt as if she was still living in the cold castle of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Not that she did not love Hogwarts of course, it was her home away from home, but she had always looked forward to the warm sun that captured the burrow. She longed for the morning swims at the lake, and the competitive Quidditch games between her and her brothers.
Oh well, she thought, at least they were all was safe.
Ginny paused for a moment to contemplate what she had thought. Physically safe, Yes, but emotionally and internally safe, Ginny knew she was not. She could she Fred and George carrying on carelessly with their joke shop as if they had no other care in the world. Percy was gone, Her mother and father were acting as if nothing was happening, but behind those closed doors of the order meetings she could feel the tension rise out of the room. Ron was the only one who seemed to be aware of these happenings.
Ginny had always been the closest to Ron growing up, and when he left for Hogwarts his first year, she was devastated. When she finally got to see him a year later, their relationship had changed from brother and sister to almost complete strangers. It remained like that until last year, when Ginny finally started to become one of the group, one of the friends. Since then Ron and Ginny seemed to just enjoy each other's company, not necessarily talking but just enjoying the fact that they were there for each other, no matter what.
Ginny, did mom talk to you today? asked Ron, coming out from behind the refrigerator door.
No, why I just got up, because of your bloody screaming, Ginny said with a hint of humor.
Ginny!, said Ron, dramatically looking aghast, I have never heard you swear!
Ginny picked up the half eaten roll on the table and launched it at his head.
Hey! I was gonna eat that!, he shouted, I gotta bulk up for Her,Uh, Quidditch!
Ginny smirked at Rons horrible attempt to cover his slip up.
Oh and would this kind of quidditch have brown curly hair, and be as smart as a whip?, she teased.
Rons face lit up like a Halloween jack-o-lantern.
I was not, no way Ginny, you are mad!, he retorted.
Seeing that she wanted to keep the other teasings for later, Ginny decided to stop, but just for her blackmail's sake.
Anyway, said Ginny, looking for a pot and cleaning soap, " Have you heard from Harry or Hermione?
At the mention of Hermiones name Ron dropped his apple, but quickly covered it up.
Uh, Hermione wrote to me, but I still have yet to hear from Harry, he said, you know it's kind of unusual, I mean he usually wants to hear from us, and now its as if he does not exist.
Ginnys stomach gave a violent churn. Inside she knew something was wrong with Harry, something she could feel, something only she could understand…
How many times have you tried?, she asked, her heart beating a little faster.
Uh, probably about five, no wait six, I forgot this morning.
Ginny rose up off her position on the floor and rounded on Ron.
SIX TIMES! YOU WROTE HIM SIX TIMES, AND YOU NEVER EVEN THOUGHT THAT SOMETHING MIGHT BE WRONG?
Her breath was becoming irrational and Ron could see it in her face.
Listen, he said putting a hand on her shoulder, You have got to calm down Ginny. The last thing we need is another basket case around here.
Ginny tried to take deep breaths, remembering what was inside the old Black house.
I know, she whispered, Im just worried.
I know you are Gin, we all are.
Its just that, we have each other, Mom, Dad, you and me, Fred and George-- Harry has nobody, hes all alone.
Ron pulled Ginny into a brotherly hug, and Ginny could feel herself beginning to calm, but her heart still raced.
I am gonna go upstairs, tell mom I will be down by lunch, said Ginny, as she made her way to the Black House Staircase, Wait, what was it mom wanted to tell me?
Oh, nothing important, said Ron, Oh and Gin?
Yeah?, asked Ginny, turning around.
Tell him that were here…all of us.
Ginny smiled and headed back up stairs to write to the poor boy, that at that moment was writing back.
Number 12 Grimmauld place was just as gloomy on a Monday morning. Even though it was summer, Ginny felt as if she was still living in the cold castle of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Not that she did not love Hogwarts of course, it was her home away from home, but she had always looked forward to the warm sun that captured the burrow. She longed for the morning swims at the lake, and the competitive Quidditch games between her and her brothers.
Oh well, she thought, at least they were all was safe.
Ginny paused for a moment to contemplate what she had thought. Physically safe, Yes, but emotionally and internally safe, Ginny knew she was not. She could she Fred and George carrying on carelessly with their joke shop as if they had no other care in the world. Percy was gone, Her mother and father were acting as if nothing was happening, but behind those closed doors of the order meetings she could feel the tension rise out of the room. Ron was the only one who seemed to be aware of these happenings.
Ginny had always been the closest to Ron growing up, and when he left for Hogwarts his first year, she was devastated. When she finally got to see him a year later, their relationship had changed from brother and sister to almost complete strangers. It remained like that until last year, when Ginny finally started to become one of the group, one of the friends. Since then Ron and Ginny seemed to just enjoy each other's company, not necessarily talking but just enjoying the fact that they were there for each other, no matter what.
Ginny, did mom talk to you today? asked Ron, coming out from behind the refrigerator door.
No, why I just got up, because of your bloody screaming, Ginny said with a hint of humor.
Ginny!, said Ron, dramatically looking aghast, I have never heard you swear!
Ginny picked up the half eaten roll on the table and launched it at his head.
Hey! I was gonna eat that!, he shouted, I gotta bulk up for Her,Uh, Quidditch!
Ginny smirked at Rons horrible attempt to cover his slip up.
Oh and would this kind of quidditch have brown curly hair, and be as smart as a whip?, she teased.
Rons face lit up like a Halloween jack-o-lantern.
I was not, no way Ginny, you are mad!, he retorted.
Seeing that she wanted to keep the other teasings for later, Ginny decided to stop, but just for her blackmail's sake.
Anyway, said Ginny, looking for a pot and cleaning soap, " Have you heard from Harry or Hermione?
At the mention of Hermiones name Ron dropped his apple, but quickly covered it up.
Uh, Hermione wrote to me, but I still have yet to hear from Harry, he said, you know it's kind of unusual, I mean he usually wants to hear from us, and now its as if he does not exist.
Ginnys stomach gave a violent churn. Inside she knew something was wrong with Harry, something she could feel, something only she could understand…
How many times have you tried?, she asked, her heart beating a little faster.
Uh, probably about five, no wait six, I forgot this morning.
Ginny rose up off her position on the floor and rounded on Ron.
SIX TIMES! YOU WROTE HIM SIX TIMES, AND YOU NEVER EVEN THOUGHT THAT SOMETHING MIGHT BE WRONG?
Her breath was becoming irrational and Ron could see it in her face.
Listen, he said putting a hand on her shoulder, You have got to calm down Ginny. The last thing we need is another basket case around here.
Ginny tried to take deep breaths, remembering what was inside the old Black house.
I know, she whispered, Im just worried.
I know you are Gin, we all are.
Its just that, we have each other, Mom, Dad, you and me, Fred and George-- Harry has nobody, hes all alone.
Ron pulled Ginny into a brotherly hug, and Ginny could feel herself beginning to calm, but her heart still raced.
I am gonna go upstairs, tell mom I will be down by lunch, said Ginny, as she made her way to the Black House Staircase, Wait, what was it mom wanted to tell me?
Oh, nothing important, said Ron, Oh and Gin?
Yeah?, asked Ginny, turning around.
Tell him that were here…all of us.
Ginny smiled and headed back up stairs to write to the poor boy, that at that moment was writing back.