Our Soldiers23rd December
In the war against Voldemort our soldiers hold strong. The light sight alliance held against the dark forces with positive cheer this week, which amazed the substitute Minister, and the Ministry.
There have been over five hundred new Mediwitches and Mediwizards enrolled to the Front station.
All different people from around the globe have come to fight against evil here in Britain.
It is a noble time to be a witch or wizard!

Daily Prophet, Margo Livingstone

George shut the Daily Prophet with disgust. It was hardly a noble time to be a witch or wizard.
People were dying in the trenches and being tortured to death. The Muggles on the other hand lived their everyday lives worrying about how much they weigh. Now was hardly a good time to be a witch or wizard.

"Anything good to read?" Fred asked while checking the machine gun.
"All shit, not a word they report in the Prophet is true." George said disgusted with the article.
"Do you think Ginny and Ron are alright? You know in the Death Eater headquarters and all" Fred said with a frown.
"I don't know Fred, the Prophet is no help and the Order says that all their spies are dying out."
"Oh." Fred sighed.

For a moment only the sharp clink of the machine gun was heard.

Molly had insisted to the Military Assignment Corp that she wanted her twin sons to be somewhere safer than the trenches.
Her youngest son and daughter were in the death eater headquarters and no one knew if they were alive or dead. The Military Assignment Corp took pity and assigned them military weapon maintenance.

Fred and George regretted their mother's decision everyday, their friends were dying out there while all they did was check the weapons that killed more people.

"Fred, don't worry, everything's going to be alright" George lied smiling weakly at his twin brother.
"I hope so George, I really do" Fred replied mournfully. George started shaking.
He flung everything off the table and burst into ragged sobs.
Everything was shattering against the ground as if in slow motion.
He was shattering too.
Nothing was going to be all right.


Ginny walked palely across the snow coveted ground. All the flowers were charmed to stay bloomed all year round. Somehow they seemed out of place amongst the sparkling snow.

Ginny picked a rose off the rose bush, the thorns cut into her fingers but she didn't mind. She didn't mind about anything anymore.
She looked not one bit different from that day Hogwarts fell into the hands of Voldemort.
She still had the fair complexion with a sprinkle of freckles, still had the long red hair, still had the figure but her eyes...

Her eyes though, they weren't warm anymore... they were cold and alien like the flowers in the snow.

She sat herself carefully into the snow and plucked the stray petals around the edge of the rose. The unwanted rose petals fell gracefully to the ground like angels.

"You're bleeding you know?"

She nodded mutely continuing to gaze at the rose.
He took the rose from her hands and crushed it under his boot. She flinched when she heard the crunch of the snow as the rose atop it got crushed.

"Don't you have anything better to do Weasley?" Draco drawled.
"You killed it" Ginny rasped looking at the petals littered in front of her. She hadn't spoken since she had been captured. Why now of all times had she spoken?

She didn't speak when Voldemort picked her out of all the girls from Hogwarts.
She didn't speak when Ron killed a Muggle by himself to prove his loyalty.
She spoke when Draco killed a rose.

"What?" Draco said shocked.
"You killed me," she repeated staring at him with her brown eyes. Her eyes were cold.