Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter, it all belongs to JKR. I also do not own the song Brother and Sister, because John Williams does. Now, I know that Brother and Sister is just a musical score (no lyrics or vocal part), but it's still an excellent song. When it is used in the Star Wars series, a conversation is taking place between a brother and sister, and I thought it worked for this chapter as well.

A/N: Here's the next in chapter, and it's a long one! As always, I beg for your reviews, they keep me writing! Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Brother and Sister

Ginny calmly walked into her bedroom and locked the door. Then, she grabbed a pillow and let out a muffled scream. Fleur was driving her crazy! Only one week to go before the big day, yet Ginny didn't think she would last that long. She spent her days cooking and cleaning while listening to Fleur's frantic ordering and her mother's incessant muttering. Ginny, don't forget to do this…Ginny, I want you to clean this before the wedding…Ginny, how are you wearing your hair for the wedding….Ginny can you help me with this…Ginny, do you have a second??? No! She didn't have a second; every minute of her day was like hell between the two of them. Everyday she just prayed that she would last until dinner, because after dinner she was free!

Ginny plopped down on her bed and recalled the dinner from two nights ago, when Fred and George had visited. It certainly had brightened up Ginny's so far dreary summer. She hadn't had any real fun whatsoever, not with everyone gone…

Ginny's thoughts immediately turned to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Were they still at the Dursleys? Were they doing alright? Ginny wished she could talk to them, but they hadn't written to her all summer, and Ginny wasn't sure about sending them an owl. What exactly would she say? Hi, it's Ginny, just wanted to say that I miss you guys and it stinks being stuck at home by myself… Some letter.

Just then there was a knock on her door.

"Ginny?" came a voice. "Can I come in?"

Ginny got up and unlocked her door to see Bill standing there. She smiled and let him in.

Bill was looking a lot better these days. Sure, he had some pretty bad scars covering his face, but in a way it added to that edge of coolness about him; the long hair, leather jacket, and now the scars. Only someone like Bill could pull it off.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

"Well, between mom and Fleur I'll be lucky to make it to the wedding with all of my sanity," Ginny joked.

"Yeah, the two of them together are quite a pair," Bill agreed. "But I meant, how are you holding up after…everything else."

"Oh," Ginny said.

Ginny didn't really like to talk about "everything else", as Bill put it. She was perfectly content to just continue on and not worry about it. But the fact was that she still did worry about it, more than she wanted to admit. And Bill knew it too.

"I'm okay, I guess," Ginny said. "I mean, it's not like I've never been in an attack before. And I really was upset about Dumbledore's death, and I will always miss him. But we've got to keep going, haven't we?"

"True," Bill agreed, "we still have to keep on living. But I know there's something else Ginny."

At this Ginny froze. Something else? Well of course there was something else; her break up with Harry had been on her mind ever since Dumbledore's funeral. But she hadn't even told her family about the two of them! The only one who had known was Ron, and he wasn't exactly telling anyone, was he?

"Something else?" Ginny asked innocently.

"Well," Bill hesitated. "I – I saw you talking to Harry at Dumbledore's funeral."

Ginny nodded, keeping her face expressionless. So she had been talking to Harry at the funeral. So what? No big deal, right?

"Ginny, are you and Harry – er – going out?" Bill asked.

Ginny looked at her feet and debated over her answer. Should she tell Bill everything that had been running through her head ever since that fateful day? Ginny really wasn't one for sharing her feelings with people, and especially not with her brothers. She had learned long ago that older brothers, particularly Fred and George, were not to be trusted. But she always knew that she could trust Bill. And Bill wouldn't laugh at her for being stupid. Maybe it was time to get some of this off of her chest.

"Yeah, we were going out," Ginny said, looking up to see Bill's reaction.

"Ah – oh, were going out?" he questioned.

"Yeah, we broke up. At Dumbledore's funeral, and for the most bloody ridiculous reason too!" Ginny exclaimed. It seemed that now that she had started talking about it, she needed to get it all off of her chest.

"He told me we couldn't be involved anymore because he 'had to do some things on his own now'," Ginny ranted. "He said that people close to him end up dead, and that he didn't think it was safe for me to be with him. As if I can't make my own bloody decisions!"

Bill nodded and kept his face emotionless, waiting for Ginny to continue. She took a few deep breaths and spoke again in a quieter voice.

"But the craziest thing is that I do understand why he did it," she admitted. "I just don't agree with it. I don't care that he's dangerous to be around; I just want to be with him. Is that wrong?"

Ginny looked up at Bill for a response, and found that he was smiling.

"You remind me of Tonks," he said, "shortly after she and Remus had called it quits. She had been so upset with him, and at the same time understanding of his decision. Yet she was determined to make him see her side of things. And he did come around, eventually."

"But will Harry ever come around?" Ginny wanted to know. "This is bigger than being a werewolf, Bill. This is about having a boyfriend who's on the wanted list of the most evil wizard ever. I don't know what I can do to make him understand that we can still be together, even in the middle of a war."

"I'm not sure either Gin," Bill said. "I guess you just have to figure out the best way to express how you're feeling to him, and hopefully he'll see your side of it as well."

Ginny nodded and turned to look out the window. The sun was setting, and the sky was a mixture of oranges and yellows. Ginny's eyes traveled from her window and landed on her bedside table, on her song journal. Figure out the best way to express how you're feeling…

"Bill, can I show you something?"

"Sure"

Ginny reached over and opened her song journal to the song she had written about Harry the night after Dumbledore's funeral. She watched Bill as his eyes scanned the page, his face going from shock to awe.

"Gin, this is good," he said, smiling. "You wrote this?"

Ginny nodded.

"I didn't know that you still wrote songs and stuff… Gin you should show this to Harry."

"What?"

Ginny couldn't show that to Harry! This was a private diary, she couldn't just show it to Harry! Besides, Ginny would feel too embarrassed to actually work up the courage to show him something this personal.

"I couldn't show it to him," Ginny protested.

"No, but this is how you could get him to change his mind," Bill insisted. "No one could refuse you after hearing what you've wrote for them, Gin. If you really want Harry back, you need to use this song."

Ginny nodded and stared at the floor again. She really did want Harry back, but could she ever work up the guts to sing to him? That was another story…

"Have you written anything else?" Bill asked, turning through the other pages.

"Oh, no…nothing really…" Ginny said, moving to take the song journal back.

"Wait, what's this one?"

Crap. That was the song she had written after talking to Fleur back at Hogwarts. Maybe showing Bill this journal wasn't the best idea…

Bill read the song and then looked up at Ginny, clearly amazed.

"You wrote this one too?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Why? I mean, how? I know you wrote the other song for Harry, but what made you write this song?"

Ginny smiled. "Fleur," she said. "I wrote it after a talk I had with Fleur after your attack. She was telling me how important you were to her, and I was inspired."

Bill's ears became very red and Ginny let out a little giggle. It wasn't very often that you saw someone as easy going as Bill get embarrassed.

"It's really good Ginny, I love it," he said.

"Thanks."

"Gin, you think you would sing this at the wedding?"

"What?"

"Would you sing it at the wedding? I want it to be the first song Fleur and I dance to as husband and wife," Bill told her.

"I -" Ginny didn't know what to say. Her, sing at a wedding? She hadn't sung in public since she was about ten years old. She didn't even know if she was that good. But Bill looked so sincere, and Ginny was so touched. He wanted her song, the song that she wrote, to be the song he shared with his wife. How amazing was that?

"Yes, if you want me too," Ginny said. "But I'm not promising that I'll be any good."

"That doesn't matter," Bill laughed, "I just want my sister singing the song she wrote for us."

Ginny smiled and Bill got up and enveloped her in a hug. She returned the hug gratefully, appreciating the comfort from her older brother.

Bill pulled back and gave her arm a little squeeze.

"Thanks Gin, I appreciate it."

"No problem, anything for my big brother," Ginny teased. Bill handed her back the song journal and said goodnight.

Ginny went to her window and continued to watch the sun set. Maybe there was still hope for her and Harry after all.