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The Weaselys, Remus, Tonks, McGonagall, Mad-Eye and the others in the Order's inner circle waited at the Burrow. They had killed as
many Death Eaters and dementors once the battle started as they could. They huddled in the family room, shaking and holding on to each
other. Harry's plan was for them to do that, to get rid of as many of the bad guys as they could and he would then give them a signal and
they were to return to the Burrow. Mr. Weasely held a shaking Molly. Bell held Fleur, Ron held Hermione, Remus held Tonks. Charlie sat
with a hand on McGonagall's shoulder, and Fred and George sat on a sofa with their shoulders touching. Percy and Moony stood in
separate corners. Everyone was silent and shaking, and the women were crying.
All but one. Ginny stood looking out the window, much to her family's dismay. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and
fingered the wand within her pocket. She spun around and took one last look at her family. They all looked up at her sudden movement.
She gave a small smile, said "I love you all, and I'm sorry, but I have to do this," and walked-ran, rather- out the door. The girls- except
for McGonagall- screamed and Molly fainted. The men jumped up and ran to the door- all of them. They couldn't open it though, no
matter how hard they pushed or spelled. Ginny had placed a spell on the door that only she could break and no one could counteract, and
the door was locked tight. The women were crying hysterically, Molly having promptly woken upon Hermione's charm, and the men were
pale and some even had tears threatening to fall.
They had been afraid for Harry. They didn't want any thing to happen to him. They loved him and wanted him safe. Plus, he was their last
hope against Voldemort. Now, Ginny had run from the relatively safe walls of the Burrow, home, and run out into the battle. There were
still many death eaters outside, so much danger still out there. They all knew where she was going. Harry, Ron and Hermione had left her
home when they destroyed the remaining Horcruxes. It had almost killed her, with the worry, the waiting, and the wondering. The way she
jumped on Harry, knocking him down to the floor and the way she passionately kissed him after shrieking his name when he came home
from that journey left now doubt in anyone's mind that she loved him.
And the worry and love in Harry's eyes as he kissed her goodbye before the battle left no doubt that he loved her. They knew there was
the possibility Harry would not come back. If Harry died, Ginny would likely die as well. So what better for her to do than run to Harry's
side and fight with him, to survive or die with him. But could the sixteen-year-old really help?