Your eyes shone as you shouted

Would you ever be same?

Is that fun loving boy gone?

Lost to the world of hate and war?

I watched you cause pain

Over and over again

Barely pausing to breathe

I thought I knew you

I thought you loved life

And would never bring harm and pain

But there you were trying to kill Oh how I long to see you once more

To meet that careless boy

A young man of sixteen years

Is he gone forever?

Replaced by that painful monster

That reveled in hurting the enemy

I loved that jovial boy

And I'll try to love

This man born of the war

But if he never comes home to me

I'll never get the chance

To teach him to love once more

To be a jovial man

With the war in his far memory.

Ginny read over her writing. She sighed and crumpled the piece of parchment in front of her. Why wouldn't Harry come home already? She remembered watching, through blurry eyes, the shape of man walking amongst the bodies, shedding a tear over some and binding others in uncomfortable positions. Then, just before her vision went black, she watched him walk away, through the river and into the woods. She had wanted to cry out for him, but she found that she couldn't. The scene was heart wrenching as Ginny fought the encroaching blackness. Harry looked like the one soldier walking away from a war, and perhaps he would be the only one to walk away. Maybe everyone would die, Ginny didn't know. Though why he would bind dead people, she did not know. What seemed like moments later, Ginny opened her eyes and shook the fuzziness from her mind. She stood up and looked around her. Some people were already standing and some were still lying down. Ginny's eyes scanned the area, looking for the form of a young man. When she found none, she sighed and started helping others stand and figure out which bodies were dead and which were merely unconscious. Jus as she was checking for a pulse on one of the Death Eaters, she had seen a horrific sight, one that would never leave her mind. A man with paper white skin, drenched in his own blood was lying on the cold ground, surrounded by a dense fog. A silver dagger stood straight up from his neck. His eyes were wide open in what appeared to be fear. Ginny walked slowly over to the form and to the dagger, it was Harry's. She carefully took it out of the monster's neck. Ginny wiped the blood off of the metallic blade onto a nearby Death Eater's robe and she gently tucked it into a hidden pocket in her robes that had been reinforced to hold such things.

Two weeks after that ghastly day, Ginny's eyes had dark circles under them. Other than the moments of sleep it had taken her to have that wretched dream, Ginny hadn't gotten any sleep last night. She sighed longingly as she heard laughter from the twins' room, which sat directly above her own. How were they able to continue after losing so much in The Battle? Not only had they lost their brother, but their best friend, and yet they were able to continue having fun. Their business thrived as people tried to find amusement in the products the Weasely twins came up with.

At a knock on her door, Ginny shoved the bits of crumpled parchment into a drawer and dove onto her bed, grabbing a book as she went. Once she was safely lying on her bed, book open to an appropriate page, she stood up, marking the page with her finger. She walked slowly to the door and opened it, poking only her head out.

"Do you want to play some Quidditch?" Ron asked, trying to see into her room.

Ginny held up her book. After reading the title quickly, she said, "I'm trying to do some reading for next year."

Ron turned his head sideways to read the title of the book. Ginny snapped it around so that he couldn't see the title any more. "Aw come on, Gin," Ron pleaded.

"No, I really need to get some studying done for school, I missed a lot of school at the end of the year." Ginny pulled her head back into her room and tried to shut the door. However, the door wouldn't shut all the way. Ron had put his foot in the way. He pushed the door open.

"Ginny, you can't hide in this room all day! Come and see the sunlight! Besides, if you're going to be Quidditch captain next year, you need to start theorizing training methods. Who better to test them on than the ex-Quidditch team, captain included?" Ginny sat down at her small desk and opened her book and started reading. "Ginny! Don't be like that!" Ron protested.

"Look Ron, I just want to be alone now. Can't you respect that?"

"Can't you respect Harry's decision to separate himself from everyone?" Ron countered.

"That's different!" Ginny sniffed. "He really shouldn't be alone. It's not safe, and it's not healthy."

Ron gave his younger sister a knowing look. Ginny cursed to herself as she realized the trap she had gotten herself into. "Fine, I'll play Quidditch!" She threw her book onto her bed and flounced out of the room with Ron following, smiling. When Ginny turned to go downstairs, though, Ron went up one more flight of stairs to get the twins to play also.

"Hey Ginny!" an older girl greeted Ginny as she stomped down the rickety stairs. Ginny looked up and smiled to see Angelina Johnson and her best friend, Katie Bell.

"Hi Angelina, Katie. Don't tell me you came just to play Quidditch!" Ginny said, smiling.

"Actually, no. We came here to talk to Fred," Angelina said, allowing a dreamy look to cross her face.

"Okay, no!" Ginny said. "I will not tolerate those kinds of looks in this household about my brother!" The three girls laughed together, each with a bit of sadness remaining in their eyes.

"So, Ginny, I heard you're Quidditch captain this year," Katie said. "Congratulations!"

"Yeah, thanks," Ginny said, morosely thinking of her old Quidditch team captain, Harry Potter.

"Oh, you'll do great!" Angelina said, misinterpreting Ginny's sudden moodiness.

There was a clatter as three boys charged down the stairs. Ron in the rear, yelling. "All I wanted to know was if you wanted to play Quidditch! Just be happy Mum's not home right now!" The three girls began to giggle when they saw Ron. His face was covered with little faces, each turning red and steaming at the ears.

"What about Mum not being home?" asked a voice from around the corner. The twins and Ron blanched. Mrs. Weasely would not be happy that the twins tested another product on their younger brother.

"Nothing, Mum," Ginny said with a straight face. "Fred just said a bad word, that's all." She smiled slightly as she saw Ron trying to run up the creaky staircase without his mother noticing. He swore under his breath, though, when he reached the top step and it gave a merciless groan.

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasely cried up the stairs.

"Yeah, Mum?" Ron asked without turning around.

"Turn around and look at me, when talking!" Mrs. Weasely demanded.

Ron turned around slowly. Ginny watched as the little faces went from white with wide eyes to skin toned with patches of pink on the little ears and covering the cheeks. Everyone in the room braced himself, or herself in Ginny's case, except for Angelina and Katie who seemed confused.

Ginny leaned over to the two girls and whispered, "Fred and George are going to get it now. Mum hates it when they test products on one of us as a prank." Katie nodded her head and watched to see how the scene would unfold.

"Oh, very clever, boys!" Mrs. Weasely said, chuckling softly. Ginny looked, bewildered, at the twins, who looked equally confused. The little faces on Ron's face changed quickly into undecided faces with even smaller question marks above each face. "Now, I think you were going to go play a spot of Quidditch?" Mrs. Weasely said, prompting them to go outside.

Once the group had gotten outside, they looked at each other, befuddled. "Well, that was strange," Fred commented.

"If I had known that Mum was going to like the Face on Face Fantasies, we could have slipped some into the tea in the morning long ago!" George said, smiling.

"Oh no!" Ginny said, her eyes flashing over the group over and over again.

"What?" Angelina asked, concern in her eyes.

"We have seven people! We can't play Quidditch!" Ginny said, half hoping that they really couldn't play.

"What are you talking about Gin?" Bill asked. He looked down and counted on his fingers as he ticked off the names. "You, Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Katie, I'm playing instead of Charlie, and Ha…Oh." They bowed his or her head as what Bill had said sunk in. It had been much easier for them to accept the loss of Charlie because it had been absolute. There was no chance of Charlie ever coming home again, but they knew that Harry was out there somewhere. They stood there in silence for a few seconds before the twins tried to lighten the mood by racing to the field. There was a moment in which everyone stared at the retreating backs of Fred and George Weasely before the grouped decided to give chase

"Okay, here's how we're going to do it," said Ron. "Fred, George, you two will be captains, and beaters. Char…Bill and I will be Keepers, Angelina and Katie can be Chasers. Any questions?"

"Yeah, am I playing?" Ginny asked.

"Yes you are, you will be the Seeker," Ron said, absentmindedly.

"What do you mean 'The Seeker'?" Ginny asked, confused. There were supposed to be two Seekers, her and Harry…

"Yes, you will not be on a team."

"Sorry, Ron, but that makes no sense!" Ginny complained. "How the heck can I win if I can never touch the Quaffle, and how on earth do you score a three-way game of Quidditch?"

"Simple, you don't earn points. You, Ginny, will be our timer. When you catch the Snitch, the games over, and whoever is winning at that point wins the game," Ron explained.

"Oh," Ginny said, still thinking about how it was going to work.

"Okay, Fred George, play rock, paper, scissors to figure out who picks first," Ron instructed. They each bounced his fist three times before they wandlessly transfigured two blades of grass into what they wanted. Fred's turned into a large boulder, and George's turned into a piece of paper. George levitated the piece of paper to land neatly on top of the boulder.

"I win!" George cried triumphantly. "I pick Bill"

"Angelina," Fred said, flashing his girlfriend a smile.

"Katie.

"Ron."

The group then took to the air, soon forgetting the somber moment of before in the thrills of flying once more.

Author's Note: I'm terribly sorry, I just ran out of time to post on Friday. Now, I caught on that posting three times a week was getting to be too much, so it will be reduced to twice per week (most likely on Mondays and Fridays). Because of the lengthening of time to wait for a new chapter, I will do my best to make them a little longer, because it has been expressed that my chapters are too short. Also, I hope my battle scene didn't turn anybody away, that won't be the typical mood of the piece…I don't think. Now, I will respond to all you awesome reviewers!

Crush.Summer.Pink.-Thank you very much, I'm glad you liked my battle scene. Though, I must ask, what does BI mean (for fear of sounding like an idiot…but I'm quite curious)

Hnz786-Welcome new reader! I'm glad you like my story so far!

Ketta dragontamer- evil cackle I'm glad you liked my chapter, and you will see Draco again, I'll leave it to that.

Chaos023-I'm glad my warning didn't deter you from reading; I only thought it fair to warn everyone though. I admit, I feel horrible for doing these things to Harry and those around him…but like you so aptly put, "These things happen" Congratulations by the way for figuring out that Colin died…some people (like my friend) didn't get it right away, but I went ahead with it anyway…thanks!

Phyre's child13- Congratulations! You are my fortieth review! It makes me so happy seeing the review number go this high! Thank you to you and all of you that made this possible! http/ (sorry, the cookie monster ate your cookie…and no, it's not a virus or any junk like that) now, I'm glad you liked my chapter and the descriptions!

The Female Nerd- thank you

mistyandken- I didn't know he did either, but apparently he did…it's funny how your characters get out of your control sometimes p thanks for the review!

Sexi Silver- CONGRATS! You are the first reviewer to the lovely (but not so nice) chapter 5! I am very proud of you, thank you! I'm glad you liked my chapter! Yes, Colin was a tragedy (I'm really happy you figured out that it was Colin, it took my friend a while to figure it out…) And you will get your answer (about Bellatrix) in chapter seven I believe.