A/N: Alright. Here's another chapter. I won't be uploading a new one each day, though, I just felt like being nice and stuff. Now, this chapter is from Ginny's POV, how she experienced recieveing Hermiones last letter.

So please enjoy this, and look out for the next chapter, I'll upload it sometime soon :)

I guess this is my last goodbye, then

"What the bloody hell?" I shouted out loud as I read those words. A couple of my teammates, Cary and Fiona looked up at me as they heard my shout. "What's the matter, Gin?" Fiona asked.
I was muttering under my breath when I answered her "nothing, it's nothing". I looked up at them when I spoke the next words,
"look, I need to run. Tell Jessie she is taking my duties as captain tomorrow if I'm not back by tomorrow morning. I'll send you an owl if there I have to stay away tomorrow, but hopefully I'm back sometime tonight."

I flooed back to the Burrow and found both my parents in the kitchen.
"Ginny? I wasn't expecting you back yet? How are you darling?" My mum said surprised as I walked out of the fireplace, right in to my mum's embrace.
"I'm fine mum. I just need to speak with dad outside for a moment."
Dad looked confused when I said this. This rarely happened that I had to speak with him like this. I also suspect that I might have looked a little upset or something from the worried look on his face when we got outside.
"Id there something wring, Ginny? You have me quite worried when you act like this. Usually you take your time to talk to your mom, no matter..." I interrupted him, I had no time for this Smalltalk. "Look, dad. I know you are off work for the night, but I really need a favor of you. I got another letter from Hermione a few minutes ago. I need to know where it came from, I'm worried about her. I think she's going to kill herself or something, I beg you, dad. This has gone too far, now. I need to speak with her" I begged. I was on my knees, begging him to trace the letter. It wasn't the first time, but it wad going to be the last. I had broken her heart for long enough now, it was time to let go of my grudge against her now. I sat on the ground sobbing when dad turned around and went inside to tell mum that we went to the ministry for a while, and that he would explain later, this was urgent and he had no time.

We apparated in the ministry a few moments later and ran up to the minister's office in just a few moments. Dad knocked while he was catching his breath. "Come in" a voice called, from inside the office.
"Kingsley, how are you? It's been too long. You should come over for dinner again soon. How long is it since the last time you did? A month? Anyways, remember Ginny? Of course you do. She needs your help."
"Is that so? Well, what may I help you with, miss Weasly?" Kingsley looked at me while he spoke with a small smile playing on his lips, like it always did.
"You see, Mr. Minister, I have been receiving these letters for the past six and a half years that I for personal reasons haven't replied to, but tonight I received one that had me a little worried, and I need to go to her as soon as possible. I need to know if you can trace this letter for me right away?" I said in an incredible speed while waving the letter in front of his face.
"Miss Weasly, I would be happy to help you, but I'm sure you understand that the man who deals with this has returned home for the night. Why don't you come back first thing tomorrow morning, and I'll have him take care of it before he starts anything else." He smiled apologetically ad he said this. I could feel my heart dripping to the bottom of my stomach. I backed up a few steps, knowing that there was a wall close by. I sunk to the floor when I reached it, not quite sure what I was going to do next. I had to know tonight, it could be too late already, and I didn't want to waste any more time not knowing. Kingsley and dad both looked at me with worried expressions. "Look, miss Weasly. How important is this?" Kingsley asked. I glared at him. Would I be here, this close to one of our most important games this year, if it wasn't important? I spoke as calmly as I possibly could, "Yes, minister. This is really important. This girl, might be dead because of me, and I don't want to waste more time than necessary. But never mind, I'll find her on my own if you won't help me." I rose slowly while I glared at the minister at the same time I tried to figure out how to find Hermione. Yes, I might have been tracing her letters occasionally the past years, but each time she had been living a mew place, all over the country.
I was halfway through a thought where I was about to decide to visit the last residence I knew she had stayed, a place in Surrey, (What on earth she was doing there, I couldn't tell, but that was the place I was going. It had been more than a year since last I had traced her, but at least it was a place to start.) When the minister spoke; "miss Weasly, what makes you think this person can be dead because of you?" He was worried now, I think I was about to get him to do it. "I believe this could be because of the letter I received today where some of her final words were "I guess this is my last goodbye, then." I don't know what she has dome it will do, but I won't take any risks, so if you'll have me excused, I have to find someone" I said as I turned around to leave.
"Wait, miss Weasly. I will floo him and see if I can get him to help you. I can't promise anything, but I will ask. Now, if you'll excuse me for a couple of minutes while I contact him, I would appreciate it." Kingsley spoke as he gestured towards the door and turned himself to the fireplace.
A few minutes went by while we waited outside the office. I couldn't sit still, not with the hope of finding Hermione and see what she was up to. When the door opened again, Kingsley walked out first, followed by a short man, " miss Weasly, I assume you remember Mr. Kling?" I smiled, possibly the biggest smile I have ever smiled. We walked towards Mr. Klings office where I handed him the letter. It took about an hour to get the letter traced to its origins, but he made it happen. He wrote the address on a piece of parchment and handed it to me. I read the note; miss. Granger. Tatcherstreet 54, floor 5 apartment 509
I stared at the note. "Are you bloody serious? She lives here? In London? Just a couple of blocks away? Is this some kind of a bad joke? This has to be a joke, a really bad one" I was just talking. This couldn't be possible, just a couple of blocks away? Just a few blocks away from my own apartment here in London? This wasn't possible, it couldn't be.
I just stared at all three of them, not quite sure what to believe. With no explanation or another word, I turned around and ran outside, forgetting all about my ability to do magic, I ran towards Tatcherstreet 54, apartments 509.
I arrived there a couple of minutes later, all the running laps around the quidditch pitch finally was good for something. As I arrived there, I ran straight to the door and found myself rather surprised that it wasn't locked. I ran the stairs, faster than I had ran anything before. As I reached the fifth floor, I looked around to locate apartment 509. There, at the end of the hall I saw it. With large, golden letters it said 509. Next to the door was a small sign with her name on it, Hermione Granger just plain simple. I HAD to laugh a little when I saw the little picture next to her name, it was a little witch on a broom. Suddenly I remembered what I was doing here, but at the same time I also remembered that I had been ignoring her for the past six years, well, ignoring her letters, anyways. She had still been on my mind all the time. I regretted the things I had said to her back then, but I didn't have the guts to tell her I was sorry. But now, here I stood, outside her apartment. I wondered if she would forgive me for what I had dome to her. I looked at my watch, noticing that the time wad only 19:45. She was probably still awake. Then I knocked the door.

There was no response. That had me worried. Sure, maybe she was out or something, but I had a feeling she wasn't. The Hermione I used to know would rather stay at home than go out. And when I had read her letters, she never wrote about going out or anything, she told me about how she rather stayed at home with a bottle of firewhiskey by herself. It happened often, at least that was the way I understood it. Maybe too often. Maybe I should have done something sooner. But now was too late. I had always been worried, but I always also thought that it wouldn't get to this, not with her getting help from that healer. I was scared now, really scared. I reached for the doorknob, it was unlocked. I went inside and looked. I was in a hallway with another door in the other end. I walked to that door and knocked it, just in case. Still no answer. I opened the door slowly, scared of what I would find on the other side of the door. I couldn't see her there either. The only thing I could see, was things, lots of them. Mostly empty firewhiskey bottles and clothes, but she also had a lot of books and... quidditch magazines? What the hell? Since when did she care about quidditch? I noticed that the collection included several different magazines. It had to be hundreds of magazines there. What the hell had happened to her? I picked up a couple of the magazines and went through them quickly. I noticed that parts was missing, sometimes it was whole pages, several at times, even, and sometimes it was just pieces of pages gone. "What the bloody hell?" I muttered under my breath. I didn't understand a thing about this. Did she live with someone else? Or maybe it was the wrong apartment, even.
"Hermione? Are you here?" I asked, barely loud enough for her to hear. "Hermione?" I asked again as I opened another door. This one seemed to lead to a bedroom.