Harry looked around his room, it was increasingly less gloomy since Ron and Hermione had come to stay. Harry sighed. It wasn't a sad sigh but a happy one. After tomorrow he would never have to see this room, or the Dursley's again. Why? Because tomorrow, Harry turned 17.
Harry neatly rearranged his old school books. The fake covers on them disguised them as dusty old muggle story books. Harry didn't think it likely that any one would read them but best to be on the safe side. He looked around at the rest of his belongings. His broom, robes, invisibility cloak and Hedwig's cage all stood neatly waiting by the door. Everything else, cauldron, scales, telescope, books and potion ingredients had all been cleverly disguised to resemble muggle items.
Harry walked over too the door but before he had a chance to open it Hermione came bursting in.
"Holy- oh…. Harry!"
"Hermione, What the-?"
"Sorry Harry but I've got some bad news! Its well, Harry … umm…sit down. Harry its Ginny! She's… well…. You see-"
"WHAT? What's wrong with Ginny?" Harry jumped to his feet. He felt panic rising to form a lump in his throat.
"Harry she's…she's…Ginny's dead!" Hermione burst into tears. Harry felt numb. It couldn't be. No!
"When… how?"
"It's was Voldemort Harry. She was out by herself in Diagon Alley and when she tried to come home she was captured by Malfoy. He took her too Voldemort."
"Why? Why Ginny?"
"Well the order thinks he was trying to get information out of her but she wouldn't give any so they killed her!"
Harry fell onto his bed. His head was reeling. Why Ginny? What about Ron. He must be totally distraught.
"Hermione where's Ron?