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Ginny walks around sighing before going over to sit down on the couch staring out the window. Doing some thinking about how things were, how they were unlikely to change soon.

Staying with her aunt wasn’t a lot of fun but, it seemed like they didn’t have a choice. The ministry was looking for them. Because of how close her family was to Harry. And the fact that Ron was with Harry everyone knew where he was, Even if it couldn’t be proven, She knew that no one would look here, who could stand to be near Muriel that long, Let alone live with her.

If she had any choice in it she would be with her brother, Hermione, And Harry. Not, stuck here to only hope to get bits of it on what ever news they could manage to get. It was right scary just being here. Without knowing if some of the people she was closest to were ok. She knew they had Luna, Dean, and many others. This was not counting the price they had put on Harry and Hermione’s heads.

There was only so much you can do when you’re being held up in one spot. Mostly she’s discovered you go nutters. Worry, frustration, anger, helplessness all of it seems to be more then a body can take at times. She would never admit to anyone how much worrying she’s done. Absolutely no one will know about the silent tears once she’s in bed and it’s dark. That’s one personal hell she won’t be sharing.

Too much unknown, she has to figure no news is good news because, if caught, killed or hurt, it would make the news big time, so you wait. Hope they come back. In one piece both mentally and physically because sometimes it’s not the scars you see that hurt the most.

With a sigh she stands up walking to the window opening it. Wondering, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione are tonight, and if they were safe?