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Another Year and Worries of War
I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of all worries. It was very hard, as my thoughts were buzzing around my mind like bees, refusing to leave me alone.
Classes with the Carrows
And we kissed. The blissful moment I would cherish forever. The first time I had kissed Harry Potter.
Halloween and Hogsmeade
“Dumbledore’s Army!” everyone said loudly, and we all burst into a fit of laughter. Suddenly, the school year seemed much more exciting.
The D.A Meeting
I need a place for the D.A to practice that cannot be accessed by supporters of the Death Eaters, I thought in my head. I looked up hopefully, and a large, elegant brass door had appeared in front of me.
The Quest for Gryffindor's Sword
“Ginny, is this it?” Luna asked curiously, examining a glass case containing a ruby-handled sword that was on top of the large bookshelf.
I placed the photograph carefully back into the box. It was then I noticed that the box was marked as: Christmas Memories in mum’s handwriting. There were many more objects in the box; a snowglobe with two angels charmed to fly around, a hand-knitted scarf, and a letter.
Nothing but Trouble
I wanted to run—I wanted to fight back, but I was unable to move. No matter what, I had to take the curse.
The Midnight Escapade
Maybe it was just me, but things felt very wrong at Hogwarts, as if something big was about to happen soon. Was Neville right? Was there really going to be a battle?
Mystery and Mayhem
Mum looked annoyed for a moment, clearly because of my endless questions. Then her expression changed from annoyed to fearful. “They’re coming for us—the Death Eaters.”
I buried my head in my hands, wishing I could just disappear from this world. Life felt meaningless now; it was always about running away and hiding for my life, constantly worrying about others.
The Battle Begins
If only Mum and Dad knew about what I had been doing all year at Hogwarts—how I had stood up against the Carrows and helped lead the D.A…
Moments of Battle
I couldn't help but wonder—how much longer? Certainly, the battle had to end at some point. The amount of fighters had decreased since the beginning. Many had been killed. Perhaps there were even those who had fled.
The Last Stand
The Killing Curse backfired on its caster, and Voldemort fell to the ground at last, dead. No more would die at his hands. No more lives would be ruined at his expense. The battle was over. Good had won.
Picking Up the Pieces
Amidst the relief, however, there was still grief. So many had been killed in the battle, along with countless injured. But it was strange to think that I, Ginny Weasley, had taken part in what must have been a huge, historic event.
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