The Dark Times
"Ginny, no please don't. Don't do this. Please don't. For me I can't live with one less child. Let alone my only daughter. Please don't," Mrs. Weasley begged.
"Mom, I have to. They wont expect me to go and try to find me. It would be okay. I am careful and don't do anything wrong. I need to do this for me," Ginny sadly said.
"Ginny, look what happened to your dad. We were in the Order and now he is dead with Bill, Fred and many others. Poor Fluer having to take care of the twins, I would help but I can't without more money. I just don't want to miss anyone else. So far I kept you out of the Order, and I don't like that you want in it. It just breaks my heart. You don't need to go and kill your self. I can't live with knowing I could of kept anyother one of my children alive," she was almost sobbing.
"Mom, you know I can help myself. I always did it when I was being turmented by everyone but Percy. I can hide myself good, I know some spells to help me and I had a lot of practice with the boys."
"I know, it is just that I never really seen it."
"I know you haven't. Remember when your wand was missing and the twins locked Percy in his room with an unknown spell?" Ginny heard a 'no we didn't, mum', "well you should know that when you were cooking and put your wand up I took and it did something to Percy's door. I hid it in the twins room because I was afraid I would get into a lot of trouble."
"What? And the time my hair disappeared?" Ron asked confused. How can Ginny do all that? She was about four years old.
"Some spell I made up. And when Phorla, from the village, thought that you sent her flowers. I had them in her room. I did a lot of other stuff to, and the twins got into trouble. I did a lot of crap to you all."
"The silent one is the to look after the most. No wonder why you are wild now," Goerge mumbled, which is all he does since he never 'talks' anymore.
"Oh, I never knew."
"Mum, I always had something bad going on, you just never noticed and when you did you got onto the twins. I sometimes did things just because the twins were getting me mad."
"I must say Ginny is a talented young lady. She always had something up it seems like. I just thought it was innocent, but we know now it wasn't so innocent."
"See what I mean, Mum, no one out of this room would know that I was looking for Harry. Please, he saved me before and now it is my turn to save him. I owe him this, mum."
"Ginny, Harry is a grown man now. He can take care of himself. It would be alright. Harry left us for a reason and it was so we don't get hurt. It would be fine," Hermione declared.
"I am a grown lady! Can't I decide what I want without a leture please? I need this. I am needed."
"Ginny, I have done my best to keep you out of the Order, and for what? You want to get in. I did that for us. I can't loose another child."
"Mum, please listen. I need this. I owe Harry this. He was there for me even when him, Ron and Hermione were fighting. He was always there for me and I want this with all my heart. I love him still."
"Ginny, please stay. Do you not think that the Order tried to find him? That is what your dad was doing before the attack."
"Mum, please. I have to. I have done things that a lot of people haven't. I have done stuff that some Order members still haven't. I always can do stuff."
"Ginny, please, for all of us, don't go," Ron begged.
"I have to go. It is already made up. This is what I believe would lead me to Harry. I just know it."
"Just becareful."
"Mum, I was never caught during any one of my escapades before. I will even more careful this time. I know what to do."
"And what are you doing to do?"
"Just what is smart to do. Start where Ron and Hermoine left off. Well, that is after some backtracking of course."
"Ginny are you sure you can do it? Maybe I should came along?"
"Hermione, first we need you here and second I need to do this all alone. I am perfectly fine."
"That what I am afraid of, Ginny, what will happen to you?"
"Yes, and the term no news is good news doesn't apply here," George mumbled.
"Well, George, you don't hear about a traiter that is being sentnced by Deatheaters, I say it is good," Hermione answer.
Mrs Weasly started to sob uncontrollable, "My Ginny can't die like that. She can't go. I will not allow it."
"Mum, you said a week, and I gave you a week and a half. You knew this was going to happen. This is for all of us. All the people that died for us, all the people who are growing up in this war. Even for all the muggles. And for Dumbledore, we need to think him."
"Ginny then don't do this."
"Mum, I have to do this, for everyone in this world, and those effected by the muggle world as well. They have it worse, they don't know about all of us."
"A year, Ginny, a year then you need to come back. Okay, only a year."
"Yes, ma'am."
Ginny's first stop was not where it was planned on. She needed to see where her dad, and two brothers died. She needed the blessing of them to do this.
Ginny cried as she was the sturdy Burrow messed up. The home she once loved so much had so much damage and bad memories. Almost all of the first story windows were blown out. The front door was broke in half, the back door was burned. Although she could not bring herself to go into the house she felt her dead family in there.
She camped out in the meadow that she and her brother and Harry played Quittuch. Everything about the land made her remember about her family's wonderful home and love. Everytime her eyes took her to the front door she remembered The Night perfectly.
"Ginny stop fighting with Ron. You are grown up," Bill almost screamed at them.
"He started it. He is saying that I stole his wand. I didn't go it."
"YOU DID TO! YOU HAD TO BECAUSE THE TWINS ARE NOT HERE AND BILL JUST GOT HERE!"
"I DID NOT STEAL IT! IT WAS IN YOUR ROOM THE WHOLE TIME! YOU JUST DIDN'T LOOK GOOD!"
"Okay, act like little kids. Fine I will just he-"
"RUN! EVERYONE GET OUT OF HERE! DEATHEATERS!" Mr. Weasly screamed.
"OH GOD! NOT NOW! Ron, Ginny, come on now. We have to go and get out," Mrs. Weasly came into the room as Bill ran out of it.
The took the secret passage out of the house. As they were running away Ginny turned and saw a flash of green light.
"So she started out at the Burrow?" a male vioce asked.
"Yes, sir, she was still there when I left," said a second.
"So what does that mean?" asked a lady.
"Means she might be even harder to get to. She was crying when I left. By the front door if that means anything," the second replied.
"Does it mean anything? That is where they came in. Poor baby," another male vioce. This vioce was the oldest vioce in the room.
"Well, she will be okay. Just a matter of time," the second said again.
"But wont she want to fight you?"
"No, she will just come wantingly," a fourth male vioce sarcastly said, "Yes she will fight, but it will be okay."
"I sure hope so. I might need help getting her."