A/N: Since everyone complained about having a cliff-hanger, last time, I decided to have what could have been a dark, scary, heart-wrenching chapter as nonsensical and boring as could be. No one minds, do they?

Disclaimer: Nemo from Finding Nemo: I live in an anemo-ie. An anemone-y. An-

People clothed in black, hanging robes entered the room. One headed straight for Harry. He – its was a man – lifted his hood. I gasped. It was Voldemort. And so, the battle began.

While I was distracted by what was happening on my left, Lucius Malfoy snuck up on me. "Muggle-loving fool!" he sneered at me and made a hacking movement with his wand.

I jumped out of the way as a ball of green light went hurtling past. It hit Luna, and she crumpled to the ground with a surprised, "Oh."

"So nice to see you again." I spat at him as he circled me. "Did you have a pleasant stay at Azkaban?"

"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, girl." Lucius Malfoy told me, smirking. "You can't beat me, female!"

I raised my eyebrows, "Sexist, are we? I'm not the one who messes with diaries."

He shook his head at m, "No, you just do what they tell you." I gave a half-smothered cry and lunged for him. Malfoy nimbly stepped out of my reach and tripped me.

"Crucio!" he yelled, pointing his wand at me. I rolled out of the way. The spell hit the carpet and caught fire.

Lucius raised his wand at me once more, as if to try again, but stopped as we heard "Avedra Kedavra!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!" Ron jumped in front of Harry and took the spell.

My eyes teared up. "Ron!" I rushed over, but didn't make it because Lucius Malfoy hit me with Impedimenta.

"Ron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as the blackness took me.

Harry was leaning over me, shaking me. "Gin? You all right? Gin!"

"What?" I asked. "Is Ron going to be okay? Did he-"

"Ginny, he's been dead for years. People are attacking us. If you can't fight run!"

With that, he was gone, rushing to save Fred and 'Gelina as they took on six of the figures.

They were clothed in all-white, some had hoods and others did not. I saw one htat I recognized as one of the dead, it was Malfoy, the younger.

He noticed me too. "So, the youngest of the red-heads is still alive. Tell me, dear Ginny, how does it feel to be moved up on the family tree? The sixth, no longer the seventh?"

George answered for me as he punched Draco Malfoy full in his blonde, handsome face. "Ron isn't gone. But you're going to wish you were." I picked Malfoy up by his collar.

"Listen, you jerk." I hissed at him. "Don't you ever mess with me about him again. Ever, you hear me?" Then I flung him clear across the room, and he collided with a white figure. The figure hood flipped off to reveal –who else?- Pansy Parkinson.

"Drakie, please get off me," she whimpered. "It hurts."

George looked at me with newfound respect. "Remind me never, ever to get on your bad side."

I smiled sweetly at him. "That just might be a good idea, dearest brother."

Inside, though, I was shaking. How could I have managed that? I asked myself, scared. I looked at my hands closely. They were just as they had been the day before. Maybe it just had something to do with my magic acting up since I wasn't in control of my emotions.

Then, I got to work.