Chapter Two
Only the Beginning
Her pulse was beating faster than she ever remembered. Except that one time . . . in her second year, when Harry rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets.
She smiled faintly at the old memory, which temporarily distracted her from the current predicament.
"Miss Weasley? Are you ready?"
A gruff voice broke through her thoughts and caused the forgotten situation to come crashing back down around her.
She was going to war.
"Miss Weasley?"
"Um, yeah. I'm ready." As ready as I'll ever be. She couldn't believe one could truly be ready for war. She drew her wand and held it at the ready, then linked her other arm through Moody's.
As they were about to Apparate, she caught a glance of herself in a mirror. She looked just the same as a few hours ago. Except the fire had returned to her brilliant brown eyes.
It took a few seconds for Ginny to figure out what was going on. It was chaos.
Curses were flying left and right, accompanied by yells, both frantic and enraged. People were running all around her, all engaged in battle. She saw a few people she knew, and many didn't.
All of a sudden, Ernie MacMillon fell at her feet. Her knees buckled and she almost hit the ground, regaining her balance just in time. With a sigh of relief, she realized he was only stunned. The the reality of it hit her.
She was in a war.
Deep breath, Ginny, you can do this.
Looking around, she saw two Eaters ganging up on someone. Re-positioning her wand in her hand, she whispered a quick "Ennervate!" at Ernie, then went to help the poor victim.
"Expelliarmus!" she yelled at one of the cloaked figures. He turned towards her, and his scowl turned into an amused grin as if he was teasing her, daring her to make another move. She decided not to, to give him false pretenses. He grabbed his wand and shouted, "Stupefy!" But Ginny, quick to trust her instinct, yelled, "Protego!" before he even finished his spell. He landed on the soft ground with a thud. She then took his want, pocketed it, and used her own to conjure self-tying ropes.
One down, she thought. And only about a million to go.
A/N note: Here's chapter two! Let me know how you guys like it! I need to know if it's good enough! It might be awhile until I post another chapter, because I'm suffering majorly from writer's block. It sucks. Another thing you can let me know is if you prefer fluff to angst. Just trying to decide which way to turn the story. Thanks for all your input!