Sweet Memories
Day 67,
I can barely hold my pen straight. Everyone is feeling pretty bad. The first years are all huddled together asleep. Lucky them. They are able to sleep. I can't even close my eyes for fear of what I might see. I don't want to let Harry go. I need to know that he is still alive. And I don't know how to express that hard emotion. The fear and the emotions that link to him dying. What if he is dead? How will I handle something like that? All of the eldest students, the six and seven years, we are so afraid for our families. Hermione has been sitting with me, making sure I'm all right. I am still waiting for Harry to reply to at least one of my letters.
Hermione has set up a 24-hour news base. The Daily Prophet channel is constantly reporting, around the clock. There are news bulletins being sent to us via Wiz-Post Hermione says the Muggle variation is called e-mail but the Ministry is sending us these Wiz-Posts every half an hour. They think they are sending them to McGonagall's office but we're receiving them instead. Nobody knows we're here. The Ministry still thinks that there are roughly 60 students who are endangered. But we're fine here. Safe. That thought makes me feel worse. My boyfriend is fighting for his life at Hogwarts and I'm sitting here worrying about how I will cope.
I'm going to go help Hermione. She's struggling with the amount of news that's coming through.
Later,
This is the news that is worth reporting;
-The 'army' has arrived at Hogwarts. They are supposedly in the entrance hall.
They are calling it the Final Battle
The Dementor's have sealed the Hall. Nobody can get in. Or out.
Hermione says that from inside the Ministry they are doing nothing. It's the Order against the… Anti-Order.
The Muggle death toll is 87.
The magical community's death toll is196.
That's it. The ministry aren't helping. I wish there was something I could do. I can't help but wonder if my parents are ok. Are they at Hogwarts, fighting? Or are they at home watching the news? I go cold when I think about the fact that they could be dead. But I won't even think about that. I feel sorry for Hermione. She knows it's possible that her parents are one of those Muggle's dead. She has become really quiet and pale. We are all worried about our loved ones closest to us. Neville and Luna are sitting together even Luna looked scared. I'm going to go read or something.
Later,
This is so scary. I feel so cold. I know this feeling; it's the Dementor's. Hermione says that they must be back up. Everyone is scared. Dementor's are vile creatures. I need help. Hermione is sitting there shivering and Ron is holding her around the shoulders. Luna is pale and she is shaking worse than Hermione. Her naturally pale skin has taken a blue tinge to it. I need to help out.
Later,
I handed out blankets to everyone. Ron saw me shivering over by the couches afterwards and dragged me under his arm. Ron had never shown a sign that he cared before but as he held me around the shoulders like he was doing with his fiancé, I knew that he did care. Luna is doing well. After the blankets everyone else didn't feel as bad. But Luna was still extremely cold and shivering. Neville is trying to rub her shoulders but he looks a little awkward. I always knew Neville had a thing for Luna but the problem was that Luna didn't know. I am going to go over and help him.
Ginny.
Even Later on.
Things have gotten worse. I got over to Neville and then the news began to blare. Battle continues. Dementor's keep coming in large numbers. Back-up needed for warriors. Prospects bleak.
These words were all running through my head, forming disjointed sentences. My head was spinning. But before I could attempt to straighten my head another disaster occurred. Luna whimpered quietly and as we turned our attention back to her, she passed out cold. Neville began to worry. We lifted her up onto a bed and I opened a medicine cabinet. I grabbed a couple of bottles; Pepper-Up Potion, Health-E Elixir and a couple of other potions. Slowly I began to feed the red potion through her mouth. Steam spurted out of her ears and we all held our breath for her to warm up. But nothing happened. She lay there, limp and icy. Neville took her hands in his and began to try to warm them up. I tried to layer more and more blankets on her. Then we began to take things out of her suitcase. Finally we knew that we couldn't warm her anymore. I looked at her. Her hands in five pairs of gloves. It looked comical but each of us had shed our gloves to put on her hands. Then she had all the jumpers in her suitcase on. And my brother kindly donated his Weasley jumper to Luna. We used almost all her clothes. But all of us were cold so we kept our three pairs of socks and scarves. There was nothing more we could do. I knew that there was nothing more we could do than wait.
Everyone sat together, cold and aching. While we were all weary, we were all fearful. Not only scared for ours, and each others loved ones, we now feared for Luna's life.
Nobody knew how long it had been since we had been here.
As time passed and the minutes ticked by a certain feeling settled over the air. It was despair. Darkness. Sheer terror.
Everyone knew the end was drawing near but still there was no glimmer of hope on the horizon. I don't think anyone had considered a future where Harry Potter had lost the battle and Lord Voldemort reigned. But now everyone was beginning to believe that it was possible. We were all looking for that slight hint of light. The hint of something we hadn't seen in ages. Peace. I wanted to have peace more than anything. I am going to pull out my photo album
Ginny
Later,
I pulled the book open and everyone crowded around to see it. On the first page, there was three photos'. One was of Ron and I. I was three and he was four. We were both giggling and waving at our mother with sticky fingers. Then there was a photo of Fred and George flying on a toy broomstick. Finally a picture of Bill and Charlie. Bill was 13 and Charlie was 10. They were playing with Ron's Puffieskin, Puff Puff. Everyone laughed at those pictures and then I turned the page. There was a picture of Ron as he boarded the Hogwarts express. He looked sheepish as he waved at the camera. Then I had pictures of Lee Jordan and his giant spider that he had on the station that day. Ron laughed and said, 'Remember that day? You were dying to come with me and then when you found Harry was on there you were absolutely floored. You tried to keep up with the train remember?' I laughed and we turned back to the book. There were a couple of pictures of Mum and Dad in that section. I suppose I was home alone with no siblings so what else to take pictures of? I turned the page. There were photos from my first year. What an awful year but nevertheless I had pictures to prove my first year. There was a couple of Hermione with hair as bushy as anything. I looked at her and smiled. She had come a long way. No longer was she the bushy-haired, know-it-all that she once was. She was the beautiful curly haired, Head Girl of Hogwarts. She was pretty and confident. She never lost her love of school but she toned it down a bit. There were photos of Ron and Harry. My brother was covered in freckles and his red hair flamed against his pale skin. My brother has changed a lot too. He isn't gangly anymore. He is still tall but he has grown into his arms. His skin isn't as pale anymore and the freckles sorta blended in. There were photos of Neville too. He was plump and round faced. He still has the moon shaped face but he isn't podgy anymore. He laughed as their pictures smiled awkwardly and sheepishly.
The hours
moved on as the time in our life also went by. I reached at the point
where Luna and I met. There were pictures of her vaguely looking at
the camera and there were photos from DA. All the gathered people
were shooting spells at each other but they would stop long enough to
wave and smile at the camera. I even had a couple pictures of
Dumbledore. There were photos of Neville and I, dressed up before the
Yule Ball. Someone had given me photos of him and I dancing too. We
rifled through those photos and time flew on. We reached my fifth
year. I had photos of all the Quidditch games. Numerous events. I
even had a picture of Harry hugging me and we were laughing at the
camera. Good times. I had about five pictures of Bill's wedding.
None of them were of me. I had Fleur's pictures. She was gliding
were down the aisle her long blonde hair piled on top of her head.
Auntie Muriel's tiara perched on her head. She was beautiful. But
there wasn't much of that occasion. Then we reached this year. A
couple of Hermione and I. But the only photo of Harry was the ones
from the last week of holidays. There we photo's of Luna and other
girls. But no boys made an appearance. I have a couple of photos from
here too. Everyone smiling but not fully masking their concern.
That's where the photo's stopped. Those blanks spaces no longer
represented despair, they show the future. What is still to come.
What is lying ahead? This album represents so much. Past, present,
and future. Who knows? This war may end with Harry alive. It may end
on a more sour note. None of us knows what's ahead but I'll be
ready for it. I can't change destiny. And I don't want to. Life
is full of surprises so I will take them as they come.
Ginny.
A/N: Whaddya think? Sorry it's a bit short! Next chapter will be… Oh I won't spoil it. He he he he. It'll be up soon.
