Hi guys, I don't really know what to say here.

I just stumbled across this story and thought it had a good start from where I had left it so I thought I would give it another go in trying to write a bit more.

I'm going to try and release a chapter every Monday evening (UK time) to finish this off. It may not be every week and it may not last but I will do my best.

As always hope you enjoy.

Buckle up and enjoy the ride,

Writey

Ginny's POV

Meep… meep… meep…

Ugh… too early…

"Silencio," I grumbled, turning back over in my bed.

I really wish I hadn't gotten up for that water now.

I felt my eyes start to close one more time until the door to my bedroom creaked open.

"Oh…" a female voice said moving closer to my direction. I felt the presence of a hand motion towards the alarm the clock I had only just silenced.

"Oh Ginny, come on, you have to get up at some point," Hermione said, tapping me on the back, I'd faced the wall on purpose in the event that something like this wouldhappen.

"Five… more… arrrrrrgh… five more minutes Hermione," I said through a yawn. Truthfully, I had barely slept andwas still tired.

I hadn't really managed to sleep well after looking at the clock the night before, something about it had caused dread in me about what was to lie ahead today.

"Well…" she said, sounding like a tease and snapping me quickly out of my thought process, "I'm the only one to have a shower and we've only got an hour or so until we're due out."

I felt every fibre of my body awaken as Hermione finished her sentence.

Now, one thing...

In this house there was always a war, was it violent, oh no, was it with people, no, it was always with time, the time to do anything.

This house was always active and, when I meant active, there was always someone trying to do something which was interrupted or held up by someone else.

You try to clean; someone makes a mess…

You try to nap; someone is being loud…

You try to have time alone; someone needs you…

You try to shower, someone else is taking a shower…

So, when you hear that the shower is free, especially me being one of four females currently in the house, you don't mess around.

I swiftly got to my feet, almost knocking Hermione to the ground in the process,grabbing the towel I could see hanging on my door and charged out the room.

As I made my way to the bathroom, I could hear creaking on the floors above me and decided to pick up the pace.

I'm not waiting for dad…

Luckily enough, no one was in the area as I reached the door, and I made my way in.

I took my time in the shower, not because I'm a girl and I like to look clean, no it didn't bother me, I liked to take long in the shower because it was quiet, and no one disturbed you. You could stand there and think about all the things you hadn't had time to think about when everyone was around.

I found myself once again thinking back to the night before and my conversation with Ron. It wasn't easy for him, it was his best friend, his best friend that was suffering in there somewhere and really, he wasn't dealing with it at all well.

Before Harry, Ron hadn't ever really had a best friend. Sure, he had he had the twins, he had me. But he didn't have anyone who stood by his side through all his up and downs, the good and bad times, but that's what Harry had done and now it was eating Ron up inside and there wasn't anything or anyone that was going tobe able to change that.

Stop thinking like that...

I shook my head under the warm water in annoyance, droplets flying in every direction as they left my body.

Only last night had I tried to convince Ron that everything would be alright and now I was having my own doubts about it.

There had been nothing, no news, no signs...

Hell, Mr and Mrs Potter had sat by the side of that bed since the minute everyone had realised something serious was going on and had not had one ounce of good news.

I rinsed the remainder of the shampoo out of my hair, opening the shower door and reached for my towel.

I manoeuvred myself ever so slowly out of the shower, trying not to slip, before wrapping my towel around me and heading out of the bathroom.

I reached the door to my bedroom and heard stomps below of another trying to beat the rush for the shower.

I opened the door, surveying the room before me to see that Hermione had left an outfit out for me.

I never minded, I knew it was her way of coping, just like it was Mums way of coping, she wanted to busy herself with anything and everything she could to keep her mind away from the situation at hand.

Hermione was suffering just as much as Ron. I couldn't tell you the number of times I would fall asleep to the silent cries of her tears and sobs. She would only show that emotion privately, she was trying to be strong for Ron.

I didn't really know what was going on between them, it was almost as if their own relationship had been placed on hold while they waited...

Waited to find out whether their best friend was alive or dead...

I shook my head once more. These thoughts weren't going to do anyone any good today.

I changed into the clothes Hermione had set out for me and proceeded to dry my hair. Once it was dry, I grabbed a hairband and proceeded to head down towards the kitchen.

As I grew closer and closer, I could hear the bustling and banging of people and pans preparing food.

It was like a ritual in the house, anytime we all went somewhere together, we would feast beforehand.

The smells were something to behold...

Bacon...

Egg...

Sausage...

I could feel my stomach start to grumble as I made it down to the landing. It was just mum and Hermione currently cooking, Percy was sat reading a bookand Bill and Fleur seemed to be chatting about something.

"Ginny, good morning, could you grab me that pan," mum said pointing to one of the 500 pans hanging on the wall.

It was always a test, but I knew the one she meant.

I grabbed it and handed it to her before taking a seat on the table.

"How did you sleep, dear?" she said, eyes still trained on the bacon she was trying to fry.

"Not too bad," I replied. It was a lie, and she probably knew that, but today was not the day to have her flustering and worrying about every little detail.

I sat and watched for a while before I heard movement, and someone stood behind me.

"Do you want me to 'elp with zat?"

I smiled, it was why I didn't even bother trying myself, Fleur was so good at it. I handed her the hairband I had brought down with me from my room and handed it to her.

It was nice having Fleur around. In fact, it was nice having everyone around, it was like the good, old days...

Well, except for...

I erased the thought from my head before I could even contemplate it. It was like every good thought at the moment had a sour underline to it.

Fleur started to plat my hair, "you 'ave the most beautiful 'air Ginny," she said, twisting and turning each strand.

I'd never considered myself 'pretty', I much preferred being out on the quidditch getting muddy in the rain but Fleur always made me feel pretty, she had quite the talent for it.

"Thank you, Fleur," I replied, looking at the mirror on the wall. I had to give her credit; she was really good at it.

Once she had finished my hair, she returned over to where Bill was and reengaged in whatever conversation it was that they were having.

I sat for another 10 minutes, just watching Hermione go about her work with mum. They had already built an understanding in the kitchen, something that I had never been able to do with mum.

George arrived down and took a seat opposite Percy, trying to distract himself in any manner he could.

He'd been trying to sort out the joke shop for weeks, but for whatever reason, he still hadn't managed to reopen.

We tried to get Ron to go with him, to at least try to distract himself from everything going on, but it just never seemed to work.

There was a sudden pop, before a squeal came from the lips of mum, "HE'S HERE," she screamed dropping the pot she was currently cleaning.

She ran to and through the door, before returning a few seconds later, beaming from ear to ear.

"Hellooooo Weasley family," said a burly, long-haired man following in her footsteps, "have ya missed me."

A smile crept upon my face, "Charlie," everyone said in unison, moving from their current locations to greet the eldest Weasley child.

Charlie didn't get to visit regularly, but he'd made a point to travel back for a few weeks with everything going on. He wanted to come back and fight, but mum had told him not too. He had his own life now and that was more important.

I lingered at the back of the group, whilst everyone greeted him.

Bill gave him their signature handshake, you know, because apparently everyone has one. Percy went to shake his hand before Charlie proceeded to hug him and then give him a noogie. He embraced with George who proceeded to whisper something in his ear that made him cackle.

"Ahh, Madame Delacour, how are we?"

Charlie had a way with the ladies, something I hated, but it always seemed to work.

Fleur blushed, smiled and embraced him. He then moved to meet the next pair of eyes.

"Andddddddd, who do we have here," he said, reaching out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Hermione," she replied reaching out to meet his hand. I'd only just realised that Charlie and Hermione had never met before.

You'd have thought with the amount of time Hermione had spent with us that they would have but for whatever reason Charlie had never been around at the same time.

"Well, Hermione, it's a pleasure and if you're here for a Weasley breakfast, then you may as well be a Weasley," he said, pulling her in for a hug.

I knew Hermione and I imagine she was rather flustered by all the affection.

"Not only that Charlie dear," mum said returning to the pot she was cleaning, "she is helping me cook your breakfast."

Charlie moved back, visible shocked, "Right, keep this one, if mum is letting her help cook, then she must be a gooden."

I looked at Hermione, who just like Fleur, was now as red as a tomato.

Finally, we locked eyes, "Gin, Gin, I missed you..."

Charlie slapped a cheesy grin on his face, before wrapping his hands around me and hoisting me into the air.

Now, I didn't have favourite siblings, butttttt, if I had to pick one, Charlie would be very close to the top.

We'd always had a special connection and I think because he's the oldest and I'm the only girl, he has this protection instinct that he must be there for me all the time.

Not that I need protection...

He finally put me down and I looked at him, "how many times have I told not to call me that."

I saw a mischievous grin appear on his face, "sorry did anyone else hear that..."

At that moment I knew what was coming, a chorus of 'Gin Gin's' erupted from all the Weasley siblings.

I moved my way back to the table, only to be followed by the noise, "stop... stop ittttttt."

"Right, stop that boys," said a voice from the stairwell, "ahhhh, Charlie, my boy, how are you."

"Alright old man," Charlie replied, looking directly from where the noise had come from.

Dad was usually always last downstairs, it was something we had always come to expect, but more recently Ron had been the one to do so.

"CHARLIE," mum squealed, almost dropping the bacon in hand, "DON'T TALK TO YOUR DAD LIKE THAT!"

"It is alright dear, I believe what Charlie is referring to is what the muggles call 'banter', something I too myself have been attempting to learn and master," dad said, making his way further into the kitchen.

Then for the next 10 minutes, he proceeded to make jokes about everyone, that you could have classed as not very funny, nor particularly offensive.

"I'd stick to your day job dad," George said, snickering as he said it. I looked at my other brothers who also had the same expression. It was quite funny watching dad try to learn all these different things and thennot have much success at all.

He really did find muggle life fascinating. Even when he wasn't working, he would be reading some new muggle book or trying out a muggle invention. Poor Mrs Potter could barely even step foot in our house as a muggle born without being interrogated by dad.

"I must agree dear," mum said, moving towards the table, "now, everyone sit down, breakfast is ready."

Mum began flicking her wand to whichthe table simultaneously started extending out. Plates and cutlery stared flying around the room, people were ducking out the way of glasses. I took my usual seat, Charlie to my left and empty seat for Ron to my right.

It was tradition, at least in our house anyway, for everyone to sit in the same spot, it had been like that ever since I was little, although over the years we had additions.

"Charlie, would you put the wireless on the for me?"

Dad always had the wireless on, it was yet another thing you got used to in the house.

Charlie swivelled in the seat he was in and pressed the large button to the side of the wireless.

"Sonorus," dad said with a flick of his wand, turning the volume up.

"Today marks the first landmark stage in the rebuild of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, as newly elected Headmistress Minevra McGonagall will begin to send invite letters out to new first year students."

I hadn't really begun to think about Hogwarts or whether I would return for my final year. So much had happened since the end of the war, that even having a minute to think about my future had been out of the question.

"The school itself had been obliterated in the war and was still in the progress of being rebuilt. The headmistress has already admitted that the school won't be fully operational on the students return but insisted the school year would go ahead as planned."

"Pff, she'll be lucky," Bill said through a mouthful of beans, "it's going to take years to get everything sorted, we've only just be able to sort out the magical core of the school."

Bill had been employed by the school to help resurrect the magical core that had been damaged in the war during the final battle. He'd been spending almost every hour of the day he had trying to help, so he knew truly how far along the school was in terms of being ready for term time.

"Is it really that bad," Hermione said, looking concerned, we'd had conversations about her returning to Hogwarts already and I knew it was something she was definitely considering.

Bill looked down at his food momentarily, "yeah, it's not great, everything gets slowed down because of... you know... what happened..."

Everyone loved Hogwarts, that wasn't a question, but truthfully it had tarnished memories for everyone and those memories weren't going to go away. Professor, or rather Headmistress McGonagall was the right person to build the school back up again and Bill had been part of that but he had to experience our families pain each and day going back there.

There was an eery silence as every just sat and reflected. It had started to happen more recently now, as time seemed to have moved further on we'd all had the chance to reflect more.

I looked over at George. He had a steely look over his eyes. He didn't show any of his pain, I wasn't quite sure that sure that he'd even properly felt any yet, but out of any of us he was being impacted the most by the loss of his twin.

The silence continued until there was a loud thud at the base of the stairwell.

Ron was always usually first down to breakfast but things were different now. He had changed so much, all his habits, mannerisms, they just weren't the same anymore.

I glanced to my right as Ron silently sat beside me. He also hadn't been much of a talker since hospital admission day. That was what we called it. No one could really face the idea of calling it anything else.

Ron picked up his knife and fork and began to effortlessly tuck into a piece of sausage.

"Well, in that case, I'm starting," Charlie said, heading straight for his own meal.

Everyone took their seats and began to eat, the only noise coming from the wireless.

One by one, people finished their meals and started to make light conversation. After a few minutes, Ron turned to Hermione who was on his left and started to mutter a thing or two before getting up abruptly to head towards the stairs.

"Ronald Weasley, some people haven't even..." mum started, looking in Ron's direction. She was quickly halted by a swift response, "I need to finish getting ready," he replied, not even looking in her general direction.

Mums' willpower had to come into play as she tried not to retort, but dad placed a hand over the top of hers, "I think it's best that those who are finished also go and make sure they are ready to leave in ten minutes, Charlie, can you help your mum put the plates away."

Everyone but Bill, Fleur and dad slowly got up as Charlie and mum started to tidy the table.

I slowly made my way back up to my room, thinking about the scene that had just unfolded at breakfast.

It felt as though Ron was gradually starting to drift away from us and there wasn't anything we could do. Granted there were times he would break out in a small smile, or have a quick conversation with one of us, but even those were becoming far less frequent.

He only ever spoke to Hermione, but those were in the privacy of his own room usually.

Eventually I made it to my room andstepped through the door, looking around for what else I needed.

I grabbed my wand, a small pack of gum that George had given me to try out before he started to sell it once the store had reopened and a woolly hat because it was cold.

I motioned to leave to head back downstairs but something caught my eye, a red and maroon woolly jumper that my mother had knitted for me a few years ago.

I stared at the jumper for a moment, contemplating whether to put it on.

Hell, you haven't worn it since that day in Hogsmeade...

I took one further look.

I guess there isn't a more fitting day than today...

I grabbed the crumpled-up jumper and slung it over my head, moving my arms up through the sleeves, just about managing to squeeze into it.

Once I grabbed the last few things I needed, I shut the door behind me before making my back down the stairs before waiting for everyone to be ready.

Now, as a family, we were notorious for being late to everything that was anything, but today was different, everyone was prompt and ready, not wanting to hold anything up.

To no great surprise, Ron and Hermione were the last two down the stairs and to be frank who would blame them with what was to come.

"Right then Weasley family..." dad said, with a rather lack of enthusiasm. Usually, he was very jolly just before any family outing, but today, it was one none of us particularly wanted to attend.

"St Mungo's Hospital Entrance, everyone knows their pairs, see you there in a moment."

Dad grabbed hold of Ron's arm tightly and with the sound of a pop, they were gone.

Mum grabbed Hemione, Percy heldGeorge, Bill and Fleur wrapped theirs arms together and Charlie wandered closely to me.

"You ready?" he asked. Inwardly, I would never be ready, but I silently nodded. Each pairing disappeared until it was just us left.

Well, I guess this is it...

The day Harry Potter dies...

That's it for this chapter folks. Thank you for reading as always.

Hopefully I will have something for you out next Monday, but we will wait and see.

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Thank you for reading,

Writey