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Chapter 3. Not in my House.

Ginny Weasley was on the verge of sleep when she jolted up, a white hot pain searing through her left arm. Quickly glancing at the ring finger on her left hand, she noticed that her wedding ring was burning as though it had caught fire.

She had placed an ancient charm upon the rings she and Harry wore shortly after their wedding. . This highly difficult spell would create a bond between the two wearers. When one was in danger, the other would immediately know about it. When one was dying, being tortured, or dead, the magical connection would burn and in the case of death, it would burn out.

The charm itself was extremely old. Hardly anyone used it anymore, because no one wanted to know the exact moment when his or her loved ones died. Ginny really didn't want this information either, but she wanted it so herself, and for James. She needed to know when Harry died, if he ever did, because she needed to know how much time she had to prepare for battle, or to go into hiding. She had insisted the charm for not only this reason, but also because if everyone thought he had died, and Ginny's ring never burned, she would know whether he was indeed dead, or missing.

How she had hoped that the burning would never come because the moment it did, Her heart would be torn in two.

And here it was…

The pain was intensifying. She was now screaming and writhing in pain, not because of the ring, but because she knew her true love was dead…gone… Voldemort had won.

All around the house people were waking up.

Molly Weasley ran into her daughter's basement bedroom and threw her arms around her begging to know what was wrong. Others appeared such as, Bill, his wife Fleur, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, And Fred. The children hovered at the door, except for James, who cautiously walked toward the bed where his mother was sitting. When she glanced up, she saw James, and started crying hysterically. The little boy rushed towards his mother and jumped into her arms, as he himself started to cry too.

"Ginny dear, what's wrong?" Molly asked, "baby, are you ok?"

She couldn't respond. The ring had topped burning and now sat at rest. She was silent now, and as she clutched onto her little boy, she started rocking back and forth to ease their pain. Staring at nothing, she whispered two words, so quietly that Molly had trouble hearing…"He's gone."

Molly shot up, clapping her hand to her mouth and tears started to fall down her face. She glanced at the others in the room. Bill had taken Fleur and wrapped her into a strong embrace. Hermione looked panic-stricken, Mr. Weasley had come to stand behind his wife, and Fred had buried his face into his hands. He was sitting on the window seat, silently shaking.

Hermione, coming forward, had said, "Mum, What's wrong?"

Molly glanced at her daughter-in-law and mouthed the words 'Harry is dead'

Confirming what all had believed, the adults started talking fast they wanted to know what to do, and how they were going to cope with the fact that Harry was dead. They wanted to know how to beat Voldemort without the boy-who-lived.

Seeing the scared-looking children hovering in the doorway, Fleur quickly ushered them out, taking them all back to bed.

Ginny was screaming on the inside, her heart broken. Harry couldn't be dead, he just couldn't she had to tell him they were going to have another baby.

She had known they were going to grow old together, and watch her grandchildren play Quidditch.

How was she supposed to live without him?

The adults started to trudge their way back to their beds. They knew they would have to leave soon because they knew that Harry's magic wouldn't last now that he was dead, and they needed to rest before they went to look for safer hiding places.

Ginny just knew that they were all going to die, everyone did. Without Harry, how could they not?

But Ginny was determined to fight. She wouldn't give up without one.

She carefully placed James down on her bed and covered him up. He had gone to sleep and she didn't ant to wake him.

Just as she was getting up to start packing, Hermione came up to her.

Hermione knew what had happened. She had helped Harry to place the charm upon the rings. She knew how Ginny must have been feeling now that he was gone.

"Gin, your ok right?" she didn't get an answer, so she continued. "Your not going to anything rash…are you?" Hermione said with an uneasy voice.

"Hermione!" Ginny said whipping around, "I can't stay here not in our home…in his house! You know I have to go. I have to kill Voldemort."

"Gin, you can't go. You have to stay here. You must protect your son. You have to give us hope. Do you really think you would risk James becoming an orphan?"

"No Hermione. If something happened to me James would still have my parents. No matter what, he will have love. I have to go! If I don't know no one will! I have to at least try!"

Hermione just stood there. She knew there was nothing she could do to change her mind. Cruse that Weasley stubborn trait.

"Gin, I understand, she said as she hung her head. But at least wait until morning."

"Ok I will but when I do, it will be long before anyone else wakes up. You must tell James where I went. You need to promise me that if anything happens to me, you'll take care of him ok? Will you do that for me Hermione?

"Gin, you know I would. I'll tell him where you are. If anything happens, he's as good as my own son. You know that." Hermione turned at this and left the room.

Ginny quickly finished packing everything she needed for tomorrow and had just set it down beside her bed when she heard James crying. She rushed to his side and gathered him up in her arms. "James? Honey what wrong? Mummy's here. It's ok."

James clutched his mothers shirt and said, "Mummy, I had a bad dream. It was scary. I saw Daddy and another guy dressed in black and they were pointing wands at each other, and Daddy was all bloody and I saw a really bright light…it scared me."

"Honey, it's ok. It was just a bad dream. It's over now. Ginny was fighting back tears with all she could. It hurt her knowing that James could have seen how his Daddy died. Ginny sat there and rocked him till he fell asleep again, then laid down meaning to try to get some for herself.

Just as she was drifting off when she heard a noise upstairs.

Someone was in her house…

Everyone else had yet to go back to bed. And upon hearing the noise, they quickly dashed out of their rooms and gazed at the door at the top of the staircase that led to the rest of the house. All were silent. They didn't want to give away their positions. Even if there were silencing spells placed upon them by Harry, would they still work now that he was dead?

The adults were watching the door anxiously, all had their wands out.

Ginny walked toward the end of the staircase and glanced up. The noises stopped at the door.

As she held her breath, the door slowly opened.

A figure stood there dressed in black covered with blood, in its arms was the limp body of a man with red hair. Slowly this hooded figure made his way down the stairs, stopping directly in front of Ginny.

"Ron!" she wasn't expecting this…

At the mention of her husband's name, Hermione rushed towards the body clutching her heart as she went.

"Drop him and leave him alone. Go away or you will die." Ginny was hysterical her brother was in the arms of a Death Eater.

Her wand was pointed at his throat. She just couldn't believe that Harry was dead and her brother was in the arms of a Death Eater.

The Death Eater slowly raised his cloaked face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"No…it can't be…" Ginny said before fainting upon the cold basement floor.

TBC

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