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AN: Okay, I still have no idea where this is going. So guess what? Were both going to be very surprised. Also I want to thank all readers for, well, reading, and for the very kind review from dragonsangel46. For everyone else who did not review, I'm going to assume you're afraid of the lavender button… XD. Also I forgot to mention that this story kind of doesn't follow the books after about the fifth. I kind of just pick and choose. Okay onwards with the rambliness!

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Ginny stepped out of the large landing fireplace and brushed the soot off her jeans. The new floo network brought all witches and wizards directly into the station, this way drawing less attention from unsuspecting muggles and possible searching Death Eaters. Pulling her trunk along behind her, she realized she had already lost Ron. She knew he had probably gone off to find the other two members of their own secret club, which she had come to realize in the last two years, she was not allowed to become a member of. Not that she particularly cared, she grimaced to herself.

It had been a very long summer for the youngest Weasley child. She had come to many conclusions and realizations. Many of which she was not fond of. For one, and probably the most obvious, was how sucky war really was. Hermione had somehow convinced Harry and Ron that they needed to wait on going out to find the remaining horcruxes. Apparently it was deemed more important that they wait 

until they had more information and schooling before blindly chasing more of a feeling than an actual fact. Hermione had also brought up the fact (as she always does), that the school would need them now more than ever and that as seventh years it was almost their civic duty to protect the younger students. Not that there would be many. But some parents (usually the ones that had gone to Hogwarts as well) still felt that Hogwarts was the safest place to be at this most crucial point in wizarding history.

Many of her friends, including Colin Creevey, Hannah Abbot, and her ex boyfriend Michael Corner would not be returning. Ginny was slightly more relaxed however with the thought that her long time friend, Darcy Mordres would be returning. Darcy had been one of her best friends ever since Darcy found Ginny in her first year crying in one of the third floor bathroom stalls and had tried to comfort her. Later, when Ginny would decide she could gain comfort and could place her trust in Darcy's hands she would tell her secret about 'Tom', and how he had once again tried to steal an innocent life, this time being her very own.

Another realization that Ginny had made was that never knowing, especially at this time, whether or not she were living her last day, she needed to be herself. She needed to come to terms with the fact that Harry was not born to live a normal life. Harry needed to do what was right in his mind, which was protecting everybody else. Ginny knew that Harry would never be able to forgive or live with himself if he were snogging his girlfriend while families were being separated in the worst possible way. After promising each other that they would be friends for life they separated, knowing it was all for the best, even if for right now it didn't sit well in their hearts.



Kings Cross was, as usual, loaded with tons of magical folk. Looking over to her right she saw a very pretty, young, brunette mum kissing her, by the looks of the many pooling tears, very first child as he stepped up to the red engine. Ginny glanced and saw that an older boy, she vaguely recognized as being a seventh year hufflepuff, pull up the young boy's trunk as another boy held out his hand to the youngster giving him a friendly smile. The young boy slowly unclenched his mother's hand and allowed the other boy to lift him up on to the train. To her left Ginny saw a flash of unmistakable silver blonde hair, and inwardly shuddered.

Draco Malfoy had been one of Ginny's great many enemies in all her years of schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ginny had never been one to easily make friends, and Malfoy only seemed to somehow make her life even more crazy. Ginny had always tried to ignore him to the best of her ability, but somehow he always seemed to be able to strike a nerve within her. When she started to really think about it, Ginny knew he had never really done anything to her and that he had always kind of been the trio's enemy, not hers. Sighing to herself, she realized that even Harry's grudges were her own, and that not only her clothes, but Gryffindor tendencies were secondhand as well.

Trudging up to the great train, she jumped aboard and started the tedious struggle of bringing on her trunk. Swiping an annoyingly curly red tendril behind her ear, she crouched down to bring up the battered baggage. Suddenly there was a small, very familiar hand grabbing at her luggage and readily helping to pull it up. With a few tugs, pulls, and grunts the trunk was beside her.



Mock wiping the beads of sweat on her face, she glanced over to her left, already knowing she would be staring at a raven haired, bespeckled boy.

"Harry!" Ginny cried as she flung into the waiting arms of the smiling young man.

Kissing his cheek and pulling away, she declared, "Oh Harry, I've missed you so much, how was your summer?"

"Same as usual: awful," Harry responded grinning, "Want to come sit with Ron, Hermione and I? We have a compartment all to ourselves…" He waggled his eyebrows at her in a way she was sure he thought was very tempting. Ginny was just about to say yes, when she remembered the promise she had made to herself over the summer about trying to find herself as an individual, and not as a follower.

"Ohh, no thanks Har, I think I'll go and try to find my other friends. I haven't seen them either this whole summer, you know." She smiled at him, hoping that he realized that she wasn't snubbing him, she just needed some time to herself. Harry could always read her better than the others.

"You sure, Gin?"



"Yeah, I'm sure, I'll catch you later at the feast!" She grinned at him one more time and turned to grab her trunk and go on the tedious venture for either her other friends or maybe just, possibly (and she certainly wouldn't get her hopes up) an empty compartment.

The Gods must have been with her on this bright and sunny day because the fourth back was a perfectly cozy looking and most importantly empty compartment. She almost squeeled for joy as she dropped her trunk and hastily slid it underneath the seat. Hoping nobody would come in and annoy her she pulled herself onto the seat right up next to the window and stared out. She just caught a glimpse of her mum as the loud train whistle blew and she started to wave frantically, hoping her mother saw her at least one more time before they wouldn't see each other again until Christmas break. By a very large rogue wind of luck her mother caught a glimpse of her curly ruby headed daughter, and Ginny caught a glimpse of what seemed to be the beginnings of tears in her mother's eyes.

Trying to be strong, Ginny looked away, not wanting to start to cry on her very first day back to school. Far away closer to the doors of the train she rested her eyes on the brunette mother again. Tears were still streaming down the woman's face, and Ginny knew it would be long before they dried. Not being able to contain herself anymore a few tears cracked Ginny's hard exterior and leaked out. Closing her eyes, she attempted to wipe away the tears. But as fate would have it, a dark cloud of bad luck draped itself over her and the compartment door slammed open, and there stood a very familiar smirking boy with unmistakable silver blonde hair.