SUMMARY: A random attack on the Burrow while Ginny is at school leaves her heartbroken and alone. She lived in the hospital for a few weeks, until her last lifeline collapsed. No one was left. Ginny thought life couldn't get worse...until she found out who she had to live with.

ROMANCE: GWDM

GENRE: Angst/Romance

RATING: PG13.

1: The Only Two Left

I laugh with my friends, everything is fine. We're in the great hall for one final dinner, just the seventh years. It's a very important occassion. Colin Creevey is taking pictures for our own little yearbook. And then, Dumbledore bustles through the doors, a serious look on his face.

I hope its not about Voldemort

I hope its not about Voldemort

I hope its not about Voldemort

I hope its not-

"Ms Weasley, will you come with me, please?" he asks, seriousness never leaving his face. I look over to my friends; their eyes are wide. Everyone in the hall has looked over at me and Dumbledore. I nod and follow him out of the hall. This can't be good.

He takes me to where the graduation pictures would be. There are black and white balloons, the only two colors not used by houses. He sits in a white chair and slides a black, foldable chair in front of him, motioning for me to sit on it. I do, and he starts.

"Well, we all know this year has been filled with wars -"

The white balloons seem to be moving away towards the statute of some witch, pointing her wand up at the sky.

"Many people have died -"
One white balloon inches dangerously close to the wand, then pops. I flinch at the sound.

"We all were notified of the death of -"

Two more white balloons lose their lives by the wand. The only balloons "alive" are the black ones. This isn't an omen. Stop that.

"Alastor Moody and -"

This is going too slow....

"-Well..."
I'm getting anxious now. I wring my hands together. "Proffessor, why am I here? You know I didn't know Moody very well, and I already knew about the war..."
Dumbledore looks past my face at something behind me. "Ms. Weasley, it's your family..."

Theyre just injured. They'll be fine.

They'll be alright by my graduation.

"They..." he sighed. "I think you should hear the whole story."

I nod slowly.

"There was an attack on the Burrow on Ron's birthday. A few death eaters were drunk and ...in the neighborhood. They tried to kidnap Ron, but Fred and George cursed them. Another death eater saw, and killed Fred and George with Avada. Ron, in an attempt to avenge his brothers' deaths, attacked the death eater. He, too, died. Your parents came home then with Percy, Bill, and Charlie. They were all there, ready for Ron's surprise party. They saw the bodies and went out to attack the death eaters. Mrs. Weasley collapsed in misery, and a death eater killed her immediatly. Mr. Weasley was stabbed, and was thought to be dead. Bill attacked and killed three of nine death eaters when a very powerful death eater took his body over. With that, 'Bill' killed Percy and Charlie. When the death eaters let go of Bill's control and Bill saw what he had done, he commited suicide. Mr. Weasley was taken to St. Mungo's, and he's not doing very well. I'm...sorry, Ginerva. I really am. It was not fair."

My eyes fill with tears. My whole family is dead because some death eaters went partying? I turn my attention towards the black balloons. There's only two left now.

"You can either live here for the summer, or-"
"I want to live in my father's hospital room," I state simply, assembling all possible bravery. It's a dream. A dream.

It's not real.

My mum is going to be at my graduation, and Ron will annoy me, and the twins will pull pranks, and during the summer I'll work with Bill, just as planned, it's all planned, that's how it is, that's how it will be, nothing has changed, it's all a lie, Dumbledore is a liar, he's joking, it's just a joke, a lie, a dream

"That can be arranged. I think you should go up to your dorms, Miss Weasley, and pack your things." I nod again, then grab the two balloons. The only balloons that survived. The two Weasleys left on the face of the earth.

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I slowly pack my things. This isn't fake, I tell myself. This is real. The balloons linger by the corner of the open window, and I wonder why they don't fly out. They stay in front of the window, just...there. Nothing is holding them back. They just won't go out the window. I try to ignore it and I zipper up my luggage.

I 'locomotor' the luggage down the stairs and pick up my fuzzy black cat. It was my birthday gift from my parents; a black cat. They barely afforded it, since the cat was unique and original. Its eyes are pink, and she can understand my thoughts and words, I just can't understand hers. She can, however, think back to me in fully comprehendable sentences. She, whose name is Freyja, looks up at me sadly and licks my fingers. Freyja knows whats happened.

I get to the portrait hole and take one last look at the commonroom. "Goodbye, once normal life," I whisper.

I open the portrait and whisper goodbye to the Fat Lady. Stroking Freyja on the head, I walk towards Dumbledore's office. He's waiting outside with Proffessor Mcgonnagal.

"Miss Weasley, I...am so very sorry," she says, engulfing me in a hug. I nod.

"You...You will be going to the hospital, is that correct?" She asks. I nod.

"Well...wish your father the best for us. You'll be getting to the hospital on broomstick. Madame Hooch will be riding with your luggage and you will have a broom of your own." She hugs me once again, and I simply nod and bite my lower lip. "Miss Weasley, your family will always, always be in our hearts. Although Fred and George were troublemakers, they always were my favorites, and Ron was a pleasure. And Bill, he had such a wonderful....and Ch-Charlie...and, and Percy, he had such p-potential-l..." she looks away, and I find myself getting angry.

Don't act like you care so much!! Next year, some new Gryffindor's will come, and you'll forget! But me, I lost my family! You have your own! Don't you dare fucking cry!

Calm down, Freyja thinks calmly. She's just an emotional older woman. I nod.

"I...I want to get to the hospital by tommorow, I...I think I should leave now," I say quietly. Mcgonnagal nods, mutters 'of course, of course' and got Madame Hooch. They got on their brooms and flew, calming Ginny's mind.

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"Here we are, Ma'am. This is your father's room. You can stay as long as you like," the Mediwitch smiles warmly. I place Freyja carefully on the floor and open the door slowly...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I close my eyes; my father looks horrible. His hospital gown is soaked through with blood and there are two tubes up his nose, which I suppose are for breathing or something. Freyja looks up at me, pink eyes surveying everything. I drag my bags into the room and sit on the chair next to his bed. This is going to be a long, hard night.

A/N: Sad, eh?? PLEASE Review.

The romance comes a little later, and don't worry, the whole thing isn't depressing. It gets sweet, and funny at ONE point...Mostly sad, though.