Chapter Two

"Ginny .. Ginny!"

Ginny rolled over in her bed, slowly opened one of her eyes and looked at her brother, Ron who shook her awake. Ginny lifted her arm and pushed him away and turned the other way, placing her pillow over her head.

"Ginny" Ron tried again.

Ginny opened her eyes slowly

"Ginny. it's not safe anymore" Ron said calmly

Ginny looked at Ron straight in his eyes and saw the compassion in his eyes. Ginny nodded and shot straight up in the bed. She grabbed a tiny bag of odd personal things and left the room cluttered with items spread over a number of rows of other people's beds. The room looked as if an explosion had gone off in a run down orphanage.

Ron and Ginny walked slowly and carefully through the tunnel. They could hear faint noises of explosions and screaming. Occasionally, they came across other people who were rushing and panicking and each were running in the same direction; a way to escape the horror.

Ginny caught sight of a dementor, her eyes became wide. She grabbed Ron and pulled him with her into a tiny corner out of sight. She placed her hand over Ron's mouth before he could say a word. Ginny closed her eyes. A dementor stood around the corner, she thought she could even hear it breath - although it could not. The dementor looked around. Ginny's heart began to beat faster and faster and faster. Any minute the dementor would turn the corner and capture them. The dementor took one last glance, turned and headed back down the tunnel. Ginny sighed a sign of relief and her heart rate lowed to normal. Ginny removed her hand from Ron's hand.

"Come on, Ron. It's time to leave"

Ron didn't move. He sat and stared. Shadows crossed over his face as if he himself was nothing but a shadow himself. He stared as if in a trance, he did not blink.

"Ron we have to go"

"It's over, Ginny"

"Ron, we have to keep going!"

"No one is coming for us. No one cares"

"That's not true! Bill sent us here because he wanted us to stay safe"

"And are we now? Dementor's attacking us in the night... in the day... I don't know, it's hard to tell with when you live underground!"

"Ron, what's wrong?"

"Nothing" Ron paused "It's just. Nothing"

"You're thinking about her aren't you?"

"No! I never."

"Come on, Ron. I'm not five years old. You always get that look when you think about Hermione"

Ron lowered his head and a sad expression came over his face "I miss her"

"Ron, it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could do"

"I could have done something"

"You mustn't blame yourself"

"And for Harry?"

"Harry dying had nothing to do with you!"

"Then why do I feel so responsible?"

"Ron, we've all lost people we care about. We have all felt responsible at one time or another. But there's nothing we can do about it. We just have to live our lives and try to remember them"

"And if we can't?"

"They would have wanted you to go on. Harry didn't fight so we could just give up"

Ron smiled and lifted his head; a happy expression filled his face.

Ron laughed "You always know what to say"

Ginny held out her hand. Ron smiled and he took Ginny's hand and lifted himself off the ground.

Quietly and carefully they headed back to the only place they felt safe; if there was still such a word. They headed for home.