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The knives feel right.
At first they're just something to make her feel safer. After the war…
Well, after the war, Ginny isn't sure who she could trust. She knows that she can be destroyed in a single moment, her life taken away from someone who she doesn't even know. The knives make her feel safer. The knives make her be able to sleep at night. She knows that if someone wakes her up with a knife to her throat, she can have one against their throat in a flash.
Of course, she's right.
It happens to her, someone leering over her in her sleep. She knows that there are many from the other side of the war and she also knows that they all want her dead — she was a very valuable asset in making sure her side won.
She pulls her knives out though, driving them into the gut of her almost-killer.
Ginny expects the blood to feel wrong, for her body to be disgusted at killing a man, but honestly…
It feels good. She feels powerful. She feels safe, protected.
She almost wishes he was still alive so that he can spread the word: Ginny Weasley is not a force to be reckoned with.
But she lets the assassins keep on coming.
Really, maybe it's for the better that they don't get the hint that they cannot kill Ginny Weasley and they keep on sending more men to kill her. With each person she kills, with each knife she drives into a gut, she feels stronger.
Her brother died in the war. She doesn't know if any of the people she kills were responsible for her brother's death, but she relishes in the fact that maybe, maybe, she's avenging Fred's death. He deserves that.
Ginny keeps the knives close by at all times.
They just feel right.