Well I started writing this out of writer's block for another story, and figured I might as well post it. It's only three chapters, and there's some time between them. Obviously, I don't own the lyrics used.

1. Waiting (I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan)

So I try to find the words that I could say
I know distance doesn't matter but you feel so far away
And I can't lie
Every time I leave my heart turns gray
And I want to come back home to see your face

God, she wanted them home.

She understood, of course Ginny understood, and there was a part of her that was immensely proud of all three of them for this. But she wanted them home, wanted them safe.

She was worried about them. So much so that dread was a permanent resident in her stomach, so much so that she felt nauseous every time she opened a letter from home, because this might be the one that told her that Ron and Harry and Hermione were captured or dead.

And she missed them. Under it all she missed them.

Now, she was sat on the window sill in her dorm, leaning against the side. She was freezing, but she couldn't sleep and liked to watch the rain.

Somewhere out there were three people she cared a lot about. Hopefully, they were alive. Ginny shivered, tried to push the thought away. And found she couldn't.

They might have been captured, and no one had told her yet. They might have been killed, and no one knew yet. Maybe, right now as she looked out at the rain, Ron and Hermione and Harry were fighting for their lives.

She closed her eyes. It had to be over soon. It just had to be. She couldn't take much more of this.

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It was raining, and Harry decided it was a good thing that it was his turn to keep watch. He'd feel bad about Hermione having to sit out here in this, and she'd just have got annoyed when he'd tried to talk her into swapping. Still, it was pretty miserable, sitting out in the cold, the rain falling so thick and fast that he could scarcely see.

His thoughts turned to Ginny. He tried to act casual, taking the map from his pocket, unfolding it, whispering the magic words. And his eyes moved swiftly over the diagram, found the little dot with her name. She wasn't in bed, he decided, looking at her dot thoughtfully. Stood by the wall? Why? Window, he realised. She was looking out of the window.

He stared at the symbol for several minutes, thinking about her, wondering. How was it at Hogwarts? How was she coping? Did she miss him? Was she thinking of him?

He shook his head, ran his hand through his hair.

They were no closer to ending this, he thought bitterly. No closer to freedom, no closer to seeing Ginny, or anyone else he cared about, again. He put the map away, then lowered his head to his hands.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice was quiet, her hand gentle when it laid on his shoulder. "Are you...?"

"Fine." He muttered. He didn't have the energy to be embarrassed.

"I know it's hard." She whispered. "But it'll be worth it. In the end, it'll all be worth it."

"I know."

"The rain's stopping."

He looked back up, saw that she was right. The sky was beginning to lighten. If only, he thought wryly, his mood would lighten too. If only his life would.

They'd try, he knew, today, and tomorrow, and as long as it took, they'd try to find what they needed and end this. They'd try until they managed it, or until luck ran out and they died.

They'd just have to hope, and to wait.

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Her eyes stung with tiredness, and Ginny knew that she had only a little while before she had to be up and at her first lesson. With a sigh, she climbed off the windowsill, crawled into bed and willed herself to sleep. And knew that when morning came, she'd spend another day waiting.

Another day without you with me
Is like a blade that cuts right through me
But I can wait
I can wait forever