"Alright, Harry, I'll see you tomorrow." Ginny said before closing the front door of the Burrow. She climbed up the stairs up to her and Hermione's room. When she got there Hermione was frantically waiting for her.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Hermione was pacing back and forth.

"I've never gone to Hogwarts without Ron or Harry. I can't believe they aren't coming."

"I know. But I've been to Hogwarts without any of you. It's wasn't that different except for a few little details." Hermione cocked up her right eye brow.

"Those little details being," she shrugged her shoulders and looked up at the ceiling for a second, "the usual, torturing your friends, only getting fed dinner, getting slapped or punched or even cut across the face. You know all the usual things that happen at school." Ginny, who was sitting on her bed, looked up at Hermione.

"How did you know?"

"Ginny, I'm not an idiot. I talked to Neville. He asked me if you doing okay. And I asked him why you wouldn't be. And he told me everything. Does Harry know?" Ginny rolled her eyes than swung her legs to face Hermione.

"No, he doesn't. And I don't plan on telling him. And next time you see Neville, tell him that I'm alright, but he won't be. Maybe he's forgotten that we were professionally trained to use the Cruciatus Curse last year."

"Ginny I'm not telling him that. I mean, I already told him you were okay, but I'm not going to tell him that you were threatening him. Why would you keep this away from your family? I told you almost everything."

"And I told you guys almost everything too."

"Ginny, telling us that you kept your head down and did what you were told to do, isn't considered 'almost everything'. It's considered the exact opposite. Ginny, you can't lie to them your entire lifetime." Hermione took a seat next to her.

"And I don't plan to. I plan on telling them when it's such a long time ago that they can't get mad at me. I wasn't going to stand by and do nothing, Hermione. I was just doing what Harry did in his fifth year."

"And look where it got him, Gin. He now has scars on his hand, and he lost his godfather. Plus he went through a small depression. You're lucky that none of that happened to you."

"Nope. Just a few scars on my arms and one on my face that's easily covered with makeup. Plus Madame Pomphrey promised me that, next year at Hogwarts, she'd have a potion to put on it that would help it fade faster."

"So, basically, you're going to keep it away from them until you're in your thirties. Now that you have a remedy for your scars, your going to just slide through life, aren't you?"

"Hermione, you know I didn't mean it like that. I mean it would help me recover from the trauma faster. And anyways, I never said I was going to wait until I was in my thirties." Hermione cocked her eye brow up again, "Maybe my twenties."

"How about this, you tell Harry as soon as possible. Then you can tell your family afterwards. That way you're not lying to him and you can live happily ever after."

"What's with the sarcasm? Just because I don't want to talk about the worst time in my life, you decide to force me to think about it."

"Ginny, I'm not trying to force you or pressure you. I'm trying to make sure that you're not going mad! Ginny, Neville told me some horrid details about last year. And I'm worried about you. Actually, I think you were mad for all the things you did last year."

"Give me details of some of the mad things you're talking about."

"Like telling off death eaters, Running Dumbledore's Army again, and breaking every rule possible, just to annoy the Carrows."

"I'm done talking about this." Ginny said turning off her lamp and lied down for the night. Hermione stood up and shook her head. It wasn't her business to tell Ginny's family, but she felt like she needed to. I can trust Ginny; she'll tell them when she's ready. And if she doesn't, I'll talk to her again. Hermione lied down in her bed and slowly drifted to sleep.

Harry apparated to Grimmauld Place. That was the best day he had in a while. The information that Ron was going to go to auror training with him lifted his spirits. And Hermione going to Hogwarts lifted his guilt of leaving Ginny there again. He really had the greatest friends and family. They stuck together until the end. They were unstoppable. He looked down at his feet before he went inside. There, on his front step, was the issue of the Daily Prophet. He picked it up and went inside. He took it to his study and added it to the pile of newspapers. His attention was directed to the letters that Hermione sent him a while back. He couldn't read them again. They depressed him too much. He through them into a paper box along with the newspapers. He took a quill and wrote on the box: Old letters and newspapers. He planned to keep all of the letters and newspapers that included him or Ginny and stash him in that box. Maybe if it gets too full, he'd add an undetected extension charm to it. But now it was time to sleep and, soon, wake up to a new day.