A/N this is my first fanfic. Obviously Harry Potter isn't mine. Please read
and review. Hope u like it. Sry its so short.
'I wonder where everyone is,' thought Ginny as she entered the Burrow.
It was Sunday and Ginny was coming home for the Weasley (Harry and Hermione) family's Sunday dinner. She had graduated from Hogwarts' two years earlier and was now living in an apartment in London near the Ministry of Magic where she worked as an assistant to Minister Dumbledore, who had won in a unanimous vote after Fudge's expulsion from office.
During the summer before her sixth year Ginny grew up and the boys at Hogwarts had noticed. The once blazing red hair was now auburn and the once clumsy, shy child was now a confidant 20 year old. She had dated many guys for her obsession over Harry had long since past, but t the moment she was single and loving it.
Lately, she had been missing the weekly dinners due to work and was planning on surprising her family today. She knew this would be difficult due to the increasing number of watching eyes that her family had gained over the years. Charlie and Bill had both married in her fifth year and five kids between them. Percy and Penelope had married in Ginny's seventh year and had 3 kids and one on the way. George and Fred, though not married, were planning on marrying Angelina and Katie, respectively. And of course Ron. Ron had finally sucked in his pride and had starting dating Hermione in their seventh year (Ginny's sixth) and were going to have their first child in July. Ginny though alone as of the moment, didn't feel that way considering her family.
Ginny was blissfully happy and was about to enter the kitchen/ living room, when she saw something that startled her on her right. There, lying on the floor was her father, writhing in pain with a look of panic in his eyes. Ginny let out a startled cry and immediately went to her father's side. He gazed up at her, pain clouding her eyes, and whispered to Ginny as she furiously tried to tend to her father's wounds.
"Ginny," he muttered, "Deatheaters...inside. Don't go in. Promise me you'll stay out of it and keep alive."
The second war had ended in Harry, Ron and Hermione's seventh year; however, Voldemort's closest followers still raged across England.
"Yes, Daddy, I will," uttered Ginny. "Please don't die."
"No, I must go honey," smiled her father weakly, "and keep the rest of the family company."
As he said this statement, he died. Ginny knew to expect the worst. She promised him that she wouldn't go inside, but she had to know the extent of the damage and to see if she could help anyone. She wondered just how many family members would actually be keeping Daddy company.
She figured that it would be safe to take a peek since most of the already minimal noise was now a tombly silence.
She opened the door a sliver and held her breath. She instantaneously wished that she too was with her father.
Every single person was dead. It was like seeing an eerily morbid muggle photo that Hermione had shown her once. Her family was frozen in time. Charlie and Bill were all holding their children and wives and George and Fred and Percy were frozen too. Her ever-moving mother was now frozen forever. Then she turned to Ron and Hermione and Harry and she let out a gasp. Her favorite brother and her best-friend were all huddled in the corner surrounded in blood. Harry, though able to defeat Voldemort, had been unable to survive and was slain upon their kitchen table like a slab of meat. It was becoming too much for her when she then gazed upwards and saw it.
She saw that hated Death Mark, but this time with the ultimate of ironies. The Death Mark had been charmed with red hair.
Ginny's vision suddenly turned black.
She was alone.
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'I wonder where everyone is,' thought Ginny as she entered the Burrow.
It was Sunday and Ginny was coming home for the Weasley (Harry and Hermione) family's Sunday dinner. She had graduated from Hogwarts' two years earlier and was now living in an apartment in London near the Ministry of Magic where she worked as an assistant to Minister Dumbledore, who had won in a unanimous vote after Fudge's expulsion from office.
During the summer before her sixth year Ginny grew up and the boys at Hogwarts had noticed. The once blazing red hair was now auburn and the once clumsy, shy child was now a confidant 20 year old. She had dated many guys for her obsession over Harry had long since past, but t the moment she was single and loving it.
Lately, she had been missing the weekly dinners due to work and was planning on surprising her family today. She knew this would be difficult due to the increasing number of watching eyes that her family had gained over the years. Charlie and Bill had both married in her fifth year and five kids between them. Percy and Penelope had married in Ginny's seventh year and had 3 kids and one on the way. George and Fred, though not married, were planning on marrying Angelina and Katie, respectively. And of course Ron. Ron had finally sucked in his pride and had starting dating Hermione in their seventh year (Ginny's sixth) and were going to have their first child in July. Ginny though alone as of the moment, didn't feel that way considering her family.
Ginny was blissfully happy and was about to enter the kitchen/ living room, when she saw something that startled her on her right. There, lying on the floor was her father, writhing in pain with a look of panic in his eyes. Ginny let out a startled cry and immediately went to her father's side. He gazed up at her, pain clouding her eyes, and whispered to Ginny as she furiously tried to tend to her father's wounds.
"Ginny," he muttered, "Deatheaters...inside. Don't go in. Promise me you'll stay out of it and keep alive."
The second war had ended in Harry, Ron and Hermione's seventh year; however, Voldemort's closest followers still raged across England.
"Yes, Daddy, I will," uttered Ginny. "Please don't die."
"No, I must go honey," smiled her father weakly, "and keep the rest of the family company."
As he said this statement, he died. Ginny knew to expect the worst. She promised him that she wouldn't go inside, but she had to know the extent of the damage and to see if she could help anyone. She wondered just how many family members would actually be keeping Daddy company.
She figured that it would be safe to take a peek since most of the already minimal noise was now a tombly silence.
She opened the door a sliver and held her breath. She instantaneously wished that she too was with her father.
Every single person was dead. It was like seeing an eerily morbid muggle photo that Hermione had shown her once. Her family was frozen in time. Charlie and Bill were all holding their children and wives and George and Fred and Percy were frozen too. Her ever-moving mother was now frozen forever. Then she turned to Ron and Hermione and Harry and she let out a gasp. Her favorite brother and her best-friend were all huddled in the corner surrounded in blood. Harry, though able to defeat Voldemort, had been unable to survive and was slain upon their kitchen table like a slab of meat. It was becoming too much for her when she then gazed upwards and saw it.
She saw that hated Death Mark, but this time with the ultimate of ironies. The Death Mark had been charmed with red hair.
Ginny's vision suddenly turned black.
She was alone.
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