It was probably noon, she thought. She had hardly slept. She hardly slept these days. There was really no time for that. She was either helping Harry stay sane or helping the others in the shelter.

Work was good for her. Too much work was almost a relief, because that would take her mind of a lot of things. She would help whoever needed her. Trying to take her mind of things like family and future, and death.

She could comply with what had happened. She had accepted that she was probably the last Weasley around. Alive. She had accepted that. And now she was trying to help.

But she would not speak. She tried that once, a week after Ron had died. Her voice had been shaky, full of hurt and terrifying. It had saddened Harry and others around her. So she decided to stop talking. Just until everything was over.

Everything will end one day, she thought. It must. This was something that had never been questioned. Sacrifices had to be made. And then one day, it will all end and she will finally be able to sleep. To rest. Oh… she was so tiered. So tiered.

A sudden scream and a lot of concerned faces had pushed her attention to the exiting door and out of her thoughts. There stood a woman. Her head looked strange. Why was everyone screaming all of a sudden?

Just then it hit Ginny. The woman's scalp was hanging to the side, covering one of her eyes. A lump of flesh hang from one of her arms. She had no arm. Her head was blood covered, her clothes dirty and blood washed. Horrifying, ugly, disgusting.

With a quick jump to her feet, she followed the crowd out to the open. Everyone ran in different directions, full with panic. Cloaked figures with masks stood scattered around the place. Holding their wands and aiming at people.

Death eaters.

She had to find her own way, she thought. She would have to find Harry. He must be somewhere around.

Suddenly a hand held her by the waist. She saw a cloaked figure. A mask of steel.

"Going somewhere, Red?"

Malfoy, Ginny thought with disgust.

She tried to free herself as he dragged her away from the crowed, to the ruins of a wall. She struggled and tried to free herself, but he was stronger. And then she remembered her wand, as she struggled to free one of her arms. She searched her pocket but couldn't find it.

"Now, now. Little girls shouldn't play with dangerous objects. Didn't your mum teach you that, Red?"

Those words made her furious. She took her fists and tried to punch him, kick him, hurt him. Something, anything to get free. He took her and threw her against the remainder of the wall. She lay there, in pain. But somehow she had stiffened herself back up, leaning against the wall. He took of his hood. And then he stood there in front of her.

Draco Malfoy.

He placed his wand to her throat and said calmly. "I've come to give you a present, Red. It's a chance to live in peace. Somewhere else. Sometime else."

He smirked as he approached her even further. She didn't move. Still the wand at her throat, he reached with his free hand into his pocket and gave her something. He lowered his wand and took a step back.

She looked at it. The shiny object lay still in her pale hands. She knew what this was. She had seen it once. Ron had told her of it, and Hermione had shown her this once.

A voice intruded the two. Malfoys' head snapped up to look who it was. Ginny didn't have to look. She knew without even glancing up who had come to her rescue. It was Harry.

He had shouted something. She couldn't hear what he had said. Her blood was too loudly rushing through her ears and her heart beat too loud and too fast.

Malfoy was now facing him. They were fighting. Wand against wand. Lights were shooting in all directions.

And just then Ginny looked up at Harry. A look of confusion on her face. Not sure to what to do. To use the object in her hands or to dismiss it and return to him.

She opened her mouth. Something came out, but no voice could be heard. Who would hear this anyway? Harry and Malfoy were busy. With a swift movement she turned the object in her hand, and disappeared. It was all over.

"I'm sorry Harry. I'm tiered. Just so tiered."

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A/N Okay… now this is definitely longer than the last chapter… I just hope that whatever I am writing is not tooo complicated or laking words or sentences….

I think I have to find my style of writing before I can call myself somesort of author…