Ginny Weasley sat up in her bed at nine a.m. For a moment she was happy, before remembering everything that had happened. Burying her head under the duvet on her bed which was covered with pictures of wizards and cauldrons, she began to cry. "Ginny, what's wrong?" Ron ran into her room and sat on the edge of her bed.
"What the hell do you think is wrong?" she asked him, "The headmaster of our school is dead, along with most of the population of Hogwarts, my boyfriend has dumped me so he doesn't endanger me and he's most likely going on a suicide mission for the rest of the world. Also, just to add to that, Voldemort is back." Ron visibly flinched at this last remark and left silently. "Still scared, Ron?" she yelled after him, "Well, you'd better get used to it. Now SOD OFF!" Ginny ran out of her room, a bag stuffed to the brim with items on her shoulder of her Hogwarts robes. She had not changed last night, she had just gone straight to bed. Dried tears were crisp on her eyelashes, blocking her vision. Miscalculating the stairs, she tripped and fell, a sickening crack coming from her neck…
A/N. Soz for such a short chappy, I'm ill and just felt like writing a short little thing.