A/N: I do not own Hp. I really wish I did. THIS IS CURRENTLY A ONE-SHOT
SUPER-ANGST!
They were coming. Ginny could hear the crashes and screams in the muggle village near by.
ÒHurry! Ginny, you hide in your spot. Percy, grab your things and disapperate. Your father and I will grab the papers and meet you at the GrangerÕs house to talk to Ron. Run!Ó Molly was yelling to the two children who were home.
Tears were streaming down GinnyÔs cheeks but she managed to run up to her room, grab her and her familyÕs Gringotts account keys, and drag on black sweats. She opened up her window and climbed out. She wouldnÕt let her family die do to a deatheater attack.
She locked her window behind her and got up on the roof. She snuggled herself into a tiny, invisible nook. She covered her bright red hair with the black hood of her giant sweatshirt.
She tried to relax. Her lids closed over her gentle chocolate eyes as she fell into a restless sleep.
She walked down the steps. Dumbledore was there, with the minister of magic and a bunch of aurors. ÒItÕs okay Ms. Weasley.Ó he said. ÒWe caught the deatheaters before--Ó A scream.
She made sure not to jerk up from her doze. She leaned a little over the roof to look over the edge. There were around 20 people, deatheaters, hurrying out, some of them sporting injuries. ÔMaybe Mum and Dad did that!Õ she thought excitedly.
She waited around 10 minutes to go back inside.
Her closet had been rummaged through as well as her dresser. All over the walls were the words ÔMUGGLE LOVERÕ in magical paint. Ginny felt those tears come back. She checked under her bed and was glad to find the emergency portkey to the GrangerÕs still hidden.
She went next door to PercyÕs room to make sure he got out safely. What she saw stunned her. In the corner of the room, a laundry basket had been flipped over. Percy was lying on the ground, blood pooling out of his mouth. He had obviously been too scared to apperate and didnÕt want to be splinched.
Sprawled on the bed was Draco Malfoy. The words ÔNot worthyÕ were written across his forehead in her brotherÕs blood. It was too much. Ginny left and threw up in the bathroom. Then she went down to the kitchen to wash her mouth out.
She saw her mother and father, killed, lying on the ground. They had been holding the law papers, now ripped and scattered around the floor. They had both been holding wands, now laying, snapped, next to their limp bodies.
The tears poured out. She couldnÕt stand it, it was just too much to have three of her 6 family members left to die. ÔBut at least they fought.Õ she thought, desperate to rid herself of the river that was running from her eyes.
Ginny pulled herself together, she ran back upstairs and checked through every room. Nothing, nobody alive, and only her own family dead. Wait, she went back into the mangled remains of her brother PercyÕs room.
Ginny moved slowly to Draco Malfoy on the bed. She put her ear against his chest... Strong hands grabbed her neck, the world was spinning, she was out.
They were coming. Ginny could hear the crashes and screams in the muggle village near by.
ÒHurry! Ginny, you hide in your spot. Percy, grab your things and disapperate. Your father and I will grab the papers and meet you at the GrangerÕs house to talk to Ron. Run!Ó Molly was yelling to the two children who were home.
Tears were streaming down GinnyÔs cheeks but she managed to run up to her room, grab her and her familyÕs Gringotts account keys, and drag on black sweats. She opened up her window and climbed out. She wouldnÕt let her family die do to a deatheater attack.
She locked her window behind her and got up on the roof. She snuggled herself into a tiny, invisible nook. She covered her bright red hair with the black hood of her giant sweatshirt.
She tried to relax. Her lids closed over her gentle chocolate eyes as she fell into a restless sleep.
She walked down the steps. Dumbledore was there, with the minister of magic and a bunch of aurors. ÒItÕs okay Ms. Weasley.Ó he said. ÒWe caught the deatheaters before--Ó A scream.
She made sure not to jerk up from her doze. She leaned a little over the roof to look over the edge. There were around 20 people, deatheaters, hurrying out, some of them sporting injuries. ÔMaybe Mum and Dad did that!Õ she thought excitedly.
She waited around 10 minutes to go back inside.
Her closet had been rummaged through as well as her dresser. All over the walls were the words ÔMUGGLE LOVERÕ in magical paint. Ginny felt those tears come back. She checked under her bed and was glad to find the emergency portkey to the GrangerÕs still hidden.
She went next door to PercyÕs room to make sure he got out safely. What she saw stunned her. In the corner of the room, a laundry basket had been flipped over. Percy was lying on the ground, blood pooling out of his mouth. He had obviously been too scared to apperate and didnÕt want to be splinched.
Sprawled on the bed was Draco Malfoy. The words ÔNot worthyÕ were written across his forehead in her brotherÕs blood. It was too much. Ginny left and threw up in the bathroom. Then she went down to the kitchen to wash her mouth out.
She saw her mother and father, killed, lying on the ground. They had been holding the law papers, now ripped and scattered around the floor. They had both been holding wands, now laying, snapped, next to their limp bodies.
The tears poured out. She couldnÕt stand it, it was just too much to have three of her 6 family members left to die. ÔBut at least they fought.Õ she thought, desperate to rid herself of the river that was running from her eyes.
Ginny pulled herself together, she ran back upstairs and checked through every room. Nothing, nobody alive, and only her own family dead. Wait, she went back into the mangled remains of her brother PercyÕs room.
Ginny moved slowly to Draco Malfoy on the bed. She put her ear against his chest... Strong hands grabbed her neck, the world was spinning, she was out.