Hey everyone!

Sorry if there was a mix up on the whole Bellatrix/Ginny thing. I know Ginny really didn't almost get killed my Bellatrix until after Harry 'Died', but I needed to switch it all up a bit to fit my story.

Sorry if I confused you guys.

And, yeah, my chapters are a bit short and pointless now, but I needed to get a couple of things straightened out before I could continue. It will get better…promise!

And, I'm going to try to focus a little more on a different story because I'm having a bit of trouble making this story interesting.

So, I will keep working on this one, but I'm going to try to make a better story.

Anyway, enjoy (or not)…

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That night I felt numb. I couldn't sleep.

Everything was too much. Too much friends and family lost.

It just wasn't fair.

The sun shone much too brightly into my room the next morning. The air was too warm. The birds were too happy.

The day was too perfect.

I got up and stumbled downstairs, where my mother was questioning Hermione on the events of the last couple months.

Hermione shook her head stubbornly. "I'm not telling the story without Ron and Harry here."

Mum tried to keep her face calm, but I could see curiosity and annoyance bubbling form every inch of her.

"Ginny, dear, sit and eat." Mum said with a fake and cheery smile. "I'll be right back."

I took a plate and put a little bit of eggs and a piece of toast on it, not feeling very hungry.

I looked up at Hermione after a moment. "So, how are you?" I asked, trying to be conversational.

Hermione sighed and put down her fork. "I've been better."

I nodded in agreement, not feeling it necessary to speak.

But, Just then, I heard mum begin to bang noisily up the stairs and rummage through rooms, obviously trying to make a lot of noise.

"She's mad, that woman." I muttered under my breath. Hermione smiled and stifled a giggle. I was very glad her was back.

Sure enough, my mother's trick worked. Harry and Ron came downstairs slowly, still looking sleepy.

"First night back in my own bed, after camping out in a tent for the last, I dunno, six months or so, and I get woken up by her banging around! What kind of mother is she?" Ron grumbled to himself as he loaded his plate full of food.

"She wants to hear your story." I replied, and Harry turned to me for the first time with a grin. I could feel pleasure welling up inside of me.

"She's going to kill us." Ron moaned.

"And why would I do that, Ronald?" Mum snapped from the doorway, making us all jump. Ron's plate crashed to the ground and he swore loudly.

Hermione pointed at the mess with a black, evil-looking wand, and the plate flew back into Ron's hands in one piece.

"Hermione, that's not your wand." I said softly, changing the subject and averting everyone's attention.

"Yeah, well, I suppose that goes along with the story."

"What were you doing, first?" Mr. Weasly asked about a half hour later. We were all gathered around the three nervous teens, who were sitting on the couch. I was sitting on the arm of the sofa next to Harry, who looked less than happy to answer my father's question.

"Looking for Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Everyone became silent as we stared at Harry.

Hermione proceeded to explain.

We listened as the told their story, mum getting more and more displeased by the second. At the end of the story, I shuddered. Some of the stuff they had been through sounded horrible, and I couldn't imagine how they felt.

And then came the questions.

"How did you do it?!"

"Who was a Death Eater?"

"WHAT?"

And by the end of the questioning, Hermione looked about ready to burst into tears, Ron was red in the face, and Harry looked a little scared of what my parents might say next.

"Well," my mum said, drawing in a shaky breath, "I can't say I'm happy with what you were doing, but I can't complain too much."

I could feel all of them relax as the couch shifted a bit.

Afterwards in my room, I wanted to laugh. For the last few hours, I felt like I had been in a badly written movie…where all the characters were asking cheesy questions and demanding answers.

And then I did laugh, but it was weak and slightly hysterical. I fell back onto my bed and continued to laugh through sobs.

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Mmm, sad, yes. Cry. Moving on.

Yeah, I know, not the best but the next one will be better. Like I said, I needed to put in some important but boring things.

And, You guys rock! Please keep reviewing…critisism and compliments are always welcome!

Haha…

-Kiaralilly