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I just want to say, Thank you guys SO much for being here to read the story. Thanks to you, my writing skills got a BIT better. Haaha. It's either that this will be the last chapter, but I think there will be like, maybe 1 or 2 chapters to go. Yay! Wait no. Endings are sad :(.

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BY THE WAY!!

THERE may BE A SEQUEL! Because H/G makes me happy x3

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She dropped the newspaper, she was so angry, and knowing Ginny, once she's angry, everyone knows it. "Yeah, and this is exciting how?! Harry's not found!" she yelled at Neville, but she knew she didn't mean to. Neville just looked at her, with a blank stare.

"I-I'm sorry Ginny, just would've thought you would have some relief that Voldemort was dead.."

"Ugh," she said, rubbing her temples, "yeah, sorry to explode on you Neville, just been little stressed lately, and I cannot stand the Daily Prophet," she picked up the newspaper again, examining it quickly. "especially when it's coming from.. Rita Skeeter," she threw it back again on the floor, "that's where it belongs." she didn't even notice Neville when she went back to the girl's dorm, she only had her mind on Harry and the others. She always knew Harry as the strongest one, and Hermione as a "babysitter", as you can say, keeping the boys out of trouble, and Ron as a distraction to get to places. She knew they can't be dead. They were undefeatable, she knew it. And she had to keep that in her heart and believe in it, or else she would have no other hope, because whatever was in the news meant nothing to her but her own thoughts on what happened to the Trio.

Shaking with anger and regret; regret that she didn't come, she didn't care if she was to young or not. She was strong enough to fight she thought. She knew it. She took the "cursed letter" out of her pocket, not obeying Harry's rules anymore. She knew she should, but the last thing on her mind was that.

"Ron, Hermione, Harry! Someone answer me quickly. Please, the paper says you're dead. I know it does. I will not believe those lies. Please, someone answer.."

A tear dropped onto the paper as she stopped writing. Just thinking of the last moment of Harry and her together made her upset, knowing that sadly, there might be a chance that that could've been their last moment together..

Her jaw dropped as she saw the ink sink it. They're alive! Her tears became happy, so happy that she could've screamed it to the whole world, but they would've think she was crazy, since she is the only one to see the paper.

Her face was amazed when the paper wrote back. She didn't even look at it the moment it came on, she wanted the excitement to fill her up, fill up all the little tiny thoughts that they could've been dead, that it could've been their last moment, last hug, last everything, it was filled with over-excitement.

"Don't cry." was all it said. It must've got the tear that flew on it too. Nothing else. She expected it to say something else, as if when they were coming home, but she was to excited to care. She wrote again.

"When are you coming home? I miss you guys so much." And as expected, it sinked in, and Ginny swore she was going to get a heart attack from how happy she was. She wanted to blurt it out to someone, that they're okay, but no one would want to hear, because no one cared, and even though she had proof, no one could even read it. She kept walking back and forth near her bed, anxious, waiting for someone to answer her. She was now-

"Oh..Merlin, Ginny.. I don't know how to explain this, but I'm not coming home. I was going to message you later in the week, because I didn't know how to explain this now at this moment, and trust me, I am dying to see you too. I missed you so much."

Oh, how to ruin such a happy moment to a diaster. She felt like she was nothing but a ghost right now, just floating, waiting for something to happen. She felt no gravity holding onto her, as if she was floating. She didn't want to read it again, once was to many. There was no good reason not to come back, they defeated Voldemort! They'd be praised! Why wouldn't they want to be heroes? She didn't even think she'd have the energy, or the mind to write another message, she couldn't help but cry, and cry hard. She knew over the months she grew much stronger, but if you figured out the people you love most you never see again, you wouldn't be in such a happy stage either.

"No, you are lieing. Please say you are lieing. You have to come home, you guys are heroes. You killed Voldemort. No, no, no, no. Every second of the day I was thinking of you guys, and I'm not letting you stay wherever you are. No! I won't stand it! Tell me!"

She knew she was angry in that message, because she was angry, they were leaving her, they would never see her again, and they didn't care. They left her to worry for months and months, and the day she's so happy, they ruin it. Ginny wondered where they could be, though, because if they found Voldemort, they must've had some traces on where they would be..guess not, though. At least Rita Skeeter was wrong, though. They weren't dead, but she was right in some way, they weren't found. They're hidden. Feeling something burning in her pocket, she brought the letter up to her face.

"I am not lieing. Would I lie to you? Like I said before, I have a reason why, and it's very good. And reasonable. And, you have no idea how sorry I am Ginny, I did not want you to worry, none of us did, and as the same, we thought of you too, every day. I cannot tell you Ginny, I don't want you to get hurt, and it's to dangerous. I wouldn't put you up into something dangerous."

She'd put herself in any danger to see them and have a happy moment with them. She'd do anything, and they didn't understand that.

"Please, I'm begging. Just give me a hint, give me something so I can be happy. Please, whoever I am writing to, please."

She knew she sounded pathetic and lame, but she had enough. She had enough of acting all cool and tough, but now it was real, and she knew if that she can have a little piece of the puzzle, she can figure it out in no time. Just a little hint. Please. She had the wits to figure out, she didn't believe much of herself before, but now it's different. She has every ounce of her believing herself. She knows she can do something.

"Okay Ginny, but please don't do anything stupid. Go to the boy's dorm, and go to the second to last bed on the right, keep your arms out, like you're about to grab something, and close your eyes, and say the words "Last chance, my ruby." and keep saying it, while closing your eyes and keeping your arms out. Remember, please don't do anything stupid."

She looked a bit puzzled, she never heard anyone talk about this before. But without hesitation, she fled to the boy's dorm, putting the letter in her pocket. For once, they could wait.

Happy that no one was in there, she expected that everyone was shocked the Voldemort was dead, but she counted to the second to last bed, looked straight across, closed her eyes, and said the words loud and clear "Last chance, my ruby." Nothing happened first time, but she remember she had to say it a few times, so she started all over again since she opened her eyes. "Well, here goes nothing." she said, doing the same routine, her eyes now closes.

"Last chance, my ruby.."

"Last chance, my ruby..."

She left something, like a feather went into her hands, she didn't dare to open her eyes yet..

"Last chance, my ruby.."

"Last chance, my ruby.."

Now it got heavier, and so did her voice.

"Last chance, my rubyyy.."

"LAST CHANCE, MY RUBY!"

She opened her eyes, she didn't know why, it felt as if a spirit possessed her for that moment of time, but she she opened her eyes, she was amazed what was in her hand.

A old, but still good Quidditch broom.

She looked at her pocket. "Thank you."

She knew what to do.

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