A/N: Wow! I finally got my
story up here!
Thanks to my Beta Beth!
Hope you enjoy it!
The Power Within
Prologue: Parting is Such
Ginny Weasley watched on
sadly as the summer sun sank down behind the trees. She turned and took one
last look at her empty room before making her way down the stairs and into the
kitchen. There she found Ron, fiddling idly with a loose wood chip on the
floor, along with Fred and George who had come to help empty out the last
pieces of furniture.
She glanced around the old
room; it seemed so big and empty now, not homey and cluttered like it had been
earlier. Her mind flickered over visions of her childhood there, and she felt
tears welling up in her eyes. She was really going to miss this place with its
creaky floorboards, breakfast smells (wafting through the air and under her
door on hot summer mornings) and annoying bangs which came from the attic. No
place could ever be the same; she could never call anywhere else home like she
had the Burrow. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek, and she found a sob
rising within her throat. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that all the good
people in the world were being mistreated. It wasn't like her father had done
anything wrong, but the Ministry was so corrupted that they didn't know good from evil anymore. It was bad enough that her father
had lost his job, but then the little money they had turned into none and they
found themselves in a horrible situation.
A silent prayer rose within
her heart that this would not have to be the last time she sat in this kitchen.
There was still hope of getting the house back; it wasn't being sold, just held
in Ministry hands until her father paid off all of his debts. Until then she
would just have to be content with Remus' kindness. Her father had told her
earlier that week that the Order would always do whatever it could to help its
members, and that statement had held true. Shortly after finding out about
their predicament, Remus had written them a letter offering Number 12 as a
temporary residence for the family. He was currently living there in the wake
of Sirius' death, making sure nothing happened to it until Harry's seventeenth
birthday, at which time Harry would become eligible for Sirius' inheritance.
Darkness began creeping into
the small room, erasing the shadows from the floor and covering it in an eerie
gray, speckled by the silver of the half-moon shining through the window. Mr.
Weasley came slowly through the back door and sighed as he looked helplessly
around the empty room. Ginny looked from her father's face to all the others
around her and found herself fighting against tears.
She rose to her feet, went to her father and hugged him hard around the middle,
just like she had when she was a little girl. She felt little again, so
helpless and vulnerable. Her father hugged her back, trying to offer comfort to
his only daughter as she sobbed into his chest.
"It's all right Ginny,
everything will turn out fine...you'll see," he said solemnly as he
stroked her hair.
But those words weren't as
comforting a Ginny would have liked them to be, and all she wanted was for
someone to shake her awake from the horrible nightmare that she was trapped in.
She shut her eyes tightly, but even that couldn't erase reality from her mind.
It was really happening, she was moving out of her home. It wasn't just a house
to her; it held her childhood, her secrets, her hopes and dreams. These walls
heard everything, and it hurt her to know that she was leaving something much
more than a place to lay her head.
She reluctantly let go of her
father and looked sadly up at him.
"It's time to go,"
he said gloomily before opening the door to usher them all outside.
Fred and George were the
first to leave, casting miserable glances over their shoulders on their way
out. Ron still stood in the corner with his head bowed, looking almost like a
statue. Ginny looked at her father, silently telling him that the two of them
would be out shortly, that they needed a few seconds to say a final goodbye.
When the door closed behind him, Ginny walked slowly over to Ron. She crouched
down and cautiously looked up into his face. What she saw scared her; she saw
tiny tears threatening to spill from the sixteen year old's eyes. Ginny had
never seen Ron cry, not since he had been a little boy and had fallen off his
broom when he was learning to ride. She laid a careful hand on his shoulder,
and he slowly raised his eyes to hers.
"It's not fair," he
whispered, expressing the thought that had been running through Ginny's mind all
"No, Ron, it
isn't," she choked out. "I can't believe we are being forced to leave
all this behind."
"For Heaven's sake,
Ron!" she cried. "Everything we've ever done, every word we've ever
spoken... our whole lives are here! How are we supposed to replace that? This
is where I feel safe this is where I long to come during those horrible Potions
lessons, this is home Ron, I can't bear to leave it... I just can't!" She
Ron, who seemed to be putting
on that brave Gryffindor spirit, hugged her tight.
"Me neither, Gin, but it
will be okay! We have people on our side and they are going to help us, we'll
live here again, I swear we will. We'll get our lives back Gin, we'll get them
back sooner or later," he whispered soothingly.
Ginny hoped above all that he
was right, that they would get back everything that had been taken from them.
She pulled back from Ron and grabbed his hand.
"I guess it's time to
say goodbye," she said.
Ron nodded. They both took
one more look around their home and then walked trough the screen door and out
into the dark summer heat, leaving the empty frame of the Burrow behind them.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
Expect the next chapter in about two to three weeks!