A/N : This is my second fanfic. I had this idea reading another fanfic about Ron's death, and I had to start writing right away. This is gonna be dark and bloody. Enjoy and feel free to give me any feedback!

PROLOGUE

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Vincent Crabbe

Gregory Goyle - dead

Millicent Bulstrode

Alecto Carrow (Azkaban)

Amycus Carrow (Azkaban)

Augustus Rookwood – for Fred (Azkaban)

Antonin Dolohov – for Remus

Fenrir Greyback – For Bill

Thorfinn Rowle (Azkaban)

Peter Pettigrew - dead

Bellatrix Lestrange - dead

After a careful thought, Harry slowly erased the name of Narcissa Malfoy. After all, she saved his life when Tom sent her to check on his "death".

The Carrows, Rookwood and most of the Death Eaters were now out if his reach, in Azkaban, but Dolohov, Lupin's murderer, was still on the loose. So was the werewolf, Greyback, but going after that animal would be even more dangerous, so he was looking at the bottom of the list now, a list that might expend anyway.

He had his eyes on the name of Bulstrode. She would the easiest one, perfect for a first, and she would probably lead him to Parkinson.

He would keep Malfoy's for later, has he had no idea how to get inside the Manor just yet, but yeah, he thought, he had plenty of practice the year before, he would figure something out.

As he rose from his desk, and hid the notebook in the secret compartment behind the shelf, he heard someone calling out from downstairs.

"Harry, hurry the hell up! We're gonna miss the train ! Again!"

With a smile at the joke, Harry looked back one more time to make sure the book was properly hidden, then closed the room behind him as he joined Ron and Hermione in the hallway of Grimmauld Place.

This was early September, but the air was already cold. Wrapped into his black coat, Harry could not let Ginny go, while Ron was teasing from afar. His lips against her hair, he hugged her even tighter, and she let him do, as she needed it as much as he did.

Going back to Hogwarts alone, once again, was harder on Ginny than she thought. The war was supposed to be over, but she could not help but remember how she felt the previous year, alone on the docks, wondering if her brother and Harry, the love of her young life, were still alive.

This time, Luna was already waiting for her on the train, along with some of her Quidditch mates, and her loved ones were here, on the docks, with her, waving goodbye. Well, all but one, as the absence of Fred next to George was always as visible as a black hole swallowing the sun.

The summer was tough, really tough, after the burial of their favorite prankster, and everyone else who fought and died during the Battle. Her mother's cries, George undying rage against everything, her father numbness, all of it made it the worst time of her life, by far, but there was also a bit of light in the darkness. Ron, for a start, did his utmost best to keep the head of out the waters, and took care of everything he could at home to ease their parents lives. Sometimes he would break down and cry too, but with the support of Hermione who never left his side once, he would always rise back up and try to keep it going with a smile, honoring his fallen brother. The couple's love was a bowl of fresh air in this suffocating house.

Then came Harry. In front of everyone, when the deadly silence over a Monday's dinner was choking her to death, he rose and spoke:

"Molly, Arthur, there is something I need to tell you." He paused, and looked at Ginny. " You know me by now, and I consider you as close to family as one can be. Therefore, I feel like I need to tell you the truth. I am terribly and irrevocably in love with Ginny. "

George choked on his soup and almost spat it out through his nose.

" I am not asking for your permission to marry her, nor anything like it, but I wanted you to know."

He sat back, and everyone looked at him in disbelief. It was not like him to speak publicly like that, he was more of the secretive type. Ginny was sure that they would have to hide their relationship until she was of age, if not until she was 30 years old, but no. He just gave it all away, and despite the terror she felt thinking of her mother's reaction, it was also a great relief.

After a few seconds, Ron burst out into laughter, and slapped him on his back. "Mate, that was hella ballsy ! A true Gryffindor alright!"

As George was laughing with him, for the first time since the death of his shadow, Molly looked back at her soup and whispered with a poorly-hidden grin: "We know Harry. We know".

"You're still sleeping in Ron's room" said Arthur. "And you better not try to sneak out of it at night!"

Now that she was leaving his arm to get on that bloody train, she felt like it was all gonna be okay this time. She did not need to worry about him, about Ron, about Hermione, about anything. She just had to be a student, for one last year…

As Harry watched the train leaving the station, his smile faded. His green eyes took a darker shade and his jaws clenched a bit. Now that Ginny was gone, there was work to be done.