AN: Surprise, a new chapter! I really cannot stand to leave anything unfinished, so I will slowly but surely be continuing this story. Please read and review, it makes me want to keep going. Enjoy!
Ginny lay in the darkness, staring silently up at the ceiling. Troubled thoughts whirled through her mind, just as they had been doing for the past few nights. Even an hour and a half of Quidditch practice with her brothers had done nothing to settle her.
Where was Harry? What could he possibly be doing? Ginny knew that he was searching for the infamous Horcruxes, but how did he even know where to start? With Dumbledore gone, it seemed impossible for Harry to have the guidance he needed for such a dangerous task. He could hardly just walk down a random London street, knocking on doors and asking residents if they happen to be in possession of a certain cup. Or… something that might have belonged to Ravenclaw. No Muggle would even know who Ravenclaw was.
Frustrated, Ginny sat up in bed. Everyone else in the house was probably asleep, dreaming untroubled dreams.
"Oh Harry," Ginny whispered to herself, feeling her eyes moisten once again. Her immediate reaction was to feel disgusted with herself. What had she become since Harry had left? A sniveling, pathetic girlfriend who had more than enough time on her hands to act sorry for herself. She thought back to what Hermione had hinted at earlier- of course everyone else was worried about Harry! They knew him just as well, if not better than she did. She may have lost her boyfriend, but Ron and Hermione had lost their best friend, Mrs. Weasley had practically lost a son.
Overcome by emotion, Ginny bent forward so her head rested on her knees. A tear stubbornly ran down her face before she could wipe it away. More followed it, and she made no effort to stop them. She sat that way for a long moment, crying silently in the darkness.
Then, suddenly, her head snapped up. A small object had just hit her window.
Cautiously, Ginny edged over to the window's edge, just as another pebble bounced off of the glass. She peered down into the dark backyard, unable to see clearly. She was barely able to make out a figure waving emphatically at her.
"Who are you?" Ginny whispered to herself. Perhaps it was a Death Eater? But surely a Death Eater would not throw pebbles and wave around; preferring instead to waste no time and blast the entire house to smithereens, killing its inhabitants.
Hoping that no one would wake up and catch her in the act of being heedless, Ginny pushed her window open. Her vision was slowly adjusting and she was able to better see the figure below. It appeared to be wearing a hooded black cloak- not a very identifying feature, as most witches and wizards wore cloaks. However, it was no longer waving. It stood quite still below her.
Ginny, as she had on numerous occasions, swung her legs out of the window and supported her body weight on the wooden ledge beneath her. She had to turn backwards to climb down, and therefore felt a bit worried that the person below might use this opportunity to hurt her.
However, she made it safely down to the lawn below, and swiftly turned to face the mystery person.
He or she was gone. Ginny glanced quickly about the yard, now quite visible in the light of the half moon. There were shadows all around - the person could be hiding practically anywhere. Feeling a bit shameful about her recklessness, Ginny turned to quickly climb back up to the safety of her room, but before she could do so, a flickering light appeared just beyond Mrs. Weasley's bed of pansies.
The silhouette of the witch or wizard was holding a wand, from which the light came. Ginny drew her own wand and whispered "Lumos" to ignite her own light. She cautiously approached the figure, her bare feet becoming wet in the dewy grass.
The figure was moving backwards now, toward the garden shed at the side of the garden. Ginny continued to follow, wanting to yell, "Who are you?" She restrained herself, not wanting to alarm him or her.
Finally, Ginny and the figure were behind the shed. Now there was nowhere else for them to go. Unable to control herself any longer, Ginny asked quietly, "Who are you and what do you want?" At the same time as she took a swift stride towards him- for she could now tell, it was a 'him'- he pulled the cloak away from his face.
Now only inches apart, Ginny looked up into the eyes she knew so well, their greenness still visible even while reflecting the orange flame hovering above her wand.
"Harry!"