Ginny sat quietly thinking about what Fleur had said about loving her like a sister. Ginny really had treated Fleur lousy when Bill was alive now she realizes it the day before her brother's funeral! Timing wasn't one of Ginny's best qualities.
Ginny looked down at the box and sighed. She opened it slowly and gasped loudly. A small heart shaped pendant hung on a silver chain. She picked it out of the box and examined it carefully. That was when she noticed a bracelet was on the box too.
It had a leather strap and a silver pendant that had an engraved message on it: Believe in yourself and the magic will happen.
"He listened." She mumbled. Ginny remembered the letter the sent Bill when she was back at school. No one would speak to her. Just stare and laugh. The letter was clear in her mind.
Dear Bill,
Life sucks! I want to come home. I want to be around the people that love me. Well who did love me. No one will speak to me. I miss everyone. Even Percy!
I suck at all these subjects. Weeks of spending time with Hermione while she taught me the basics that a muggle my age learns hasn't paid off. The only thing I'm good at is staying alone in my dorm or sneaking into the PE hall to dance.
Please Bill, convince mum to let me come home. Professor Lupin can tutor me when he's not out with the OOTP. Or 'Mione when she's not off with Ron.
I don't know why I'm even writing. I doubt I'll even get a reply. No one else has replied. Not even mom or dad. Or Harry! Bill please send me an owl with at least a tiny bit of information back at the Burrow.
Even if it's about what mom cooked for dinner.
Your little sister,
Ginny.
X x x
Ps. I miss you loads.
Ginny cried silently as she put on the pieces of jewellery her brother had gotten her. She shouldn't be getting these now. She should be getting these in a few weeks when Bill and Fleur panned on visiting her.
"It's not fair. Life is not fair. This war is not fair!" She screamed loudly until her throat was raw. She clutched the necklace as she broke down in tears.
Downstairs everyone stopped what they were doing to look up at the ceiling. "She opened the box." Fleur mumbled slowly.
After a long, awkward silence it was broken by Charlie. "What was in the box Fleur?" He asked curiously. He was upset about the death of Bill but more so of the pain his younger sister was going through.
"A necklace and a bracelet Bill bought them a few weeks ago." She said looking at Charlie. "The bracelet had a message on it…" She said trailing off.
"What was the message Fleur?" Mrs Weasley asked.
"Believe in yourself and the magic will happen." She whispered.
Everyone sighed softly at that.
"Why that message?" George asked frowning.
"Ginny sent us a letter a few weeks back. Just after she got sent to that school, she was upset. No one spoke to her. Just ignored her or stared. She missed everyone. Her family and friends. She thought you stopped loving her because you sent her away." Fleur said clearing her throat.
"She wanted a reply. Anything. But she never got anything off you. Any of you. She only wanted information. She didn't care what it was." She said looking around the room.
"She even asked what you were cooking, Molly." Fleur said looking at Mrs Weasley. "And you Harry. She still loved you even though you broke her heart breaking up with her" Fleur said turning to Harry.
Oliver, who was leaning up against the kitchen counter quietly felt a knot in his stomach. 'There it is again. What is wrong with me' He thought
"Don't you see what ignoring her was doing? Ginny was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode by being excluded by her family!" Fleur exclaimed.
"She still loved you guys even if your shunned her. And guess what. She's exploded. She's so emotional she doesn't know what's right or left!" Fleur finished before standing up.
"I'm going home to get some of Bills things I know Ginny would want." She said to everyone before walking into the sitting room to use the floo. From the kitchen you could here a faint cry of 'Shell Cottage' and Fleur was gone.
"What have we done." Mr and Mrs Weasley mumbled to each other.
Harry stood up and ran up the stairs. He was going to speak to Ginny even if it was through a door. Nothing was going to stop him. Not even an emotional red head was going to stop him from spilling his guts.
[AN: Okay this was another short one. But I knew if I didn't upload another chapter soon Meg, my best friend, would make me a complete hermit if I didn't! Yeah Meg I went there and told everyone you're making me a hermit! :P Review people.]