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Chapter Two
"So… how did it go?" Ginny asked as she pulled her rainbow striped night shirt over her head.
"How did what go?" Hermione asked looking away to pull her quilt down on her neatly made bed.
Ginny could tell Hermione knew what she was talking about but pretended not to. "At Godric's Hollow, Harry's parents graves." She pulled her own covers down and slid under them, propping her pillows so sit up and talk. Over the past few months, she and Hermione had become really close. Ginny liked this change especially sense she had no sisters but also because there was a certain way about Hermione that always helped Ginny cope.
Hermione continued to fumble with this and that until the silence became too pregnant to ignore. "Ginny, don't do this to yourself. You're always worrying about him. He did what he had to do, and he seems to be ok."
Ginny felt the tears come to her eyes but tried to hold them back. She didn't know why she was crying so much lately. She turned and looked out the foggy window next to her bed and saw the reflection of a stranger she used to know so well; the girl with a happy and carefree life. Then another reflection joined her own, and Ginny felt the comforting presents of Hermione sitting next to her.
"What's going on Ginny?"
"I'm just so scared for him, Hermione," Ginny shook and leaned against her friend. "I'm scared for all of us. The battle is drawing closer and closer and I'm afraid we aren't ready. Sirius died, then Dumbledore. I had a girl in my class last term whose mother was found dead in their home. I don't want news of another death unless it is V-Vo-Voldemort." Ginny wiped the tears from her cheek and looked at her friend. "Do you think we are ready?"
Hermione looked straight into Ginny's eyes and said,"I believe we are ready and things will start looking up really soon."
Ginny gave Hermione a wake smile. Hermione went back across to her own bed.
"'Night Hermione," Ginny whispered aster the lamp was extinguished.
"Goodnight Ginny. Get some sleep, term starts tomorrow."
Ginny turned over on her back, starring up at the ceiling. The moon light shone through the room giving her enough light to see, while her thoughts wondered. How long would it be before the battle began? Would it be the last; and most importantly, would they come out on the winning side, or would all be lost?"