Bad Blood

Waiting for Superman

Waiting for Superman

She is talking to angels

Counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing car

She is dancing with strangers

Falling apart

Waiting for Superman

To pick her up in his arms.

Ginny Weasley did not scare easily, she was brave and bold, and everything a true Gryffindor should be. She always believed that she was meant to be in Gryffindor, not just because her brothers had been in that house, but because of her flaming red hair. To her it was a sign, red and gold for the brave and bold. She was the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter; extraordinary magic ran through her veins. She was strong and entirely capable of taking care of herself. She grew up with Fred and George; she learned quickly how to take care of herself.

However, right now she felt helpless, even with all the magic and all the wits and bravery that she had she still felt completely and utterly helpless. She recalled a visit to Diagon Alley back when she was little. The twins had run off somewhere and Molly Weasley was beside herself. Ginny remembered seeing the panic in her mother's eyes and wondering what her mom was so afraid of; Fred and George were just in the joke shop after all. Now she knew what Molly had been afraid of; the fear of losing your child and not knowing if they were unharmed and if you would ever see them again was all-consuming. Her mother had been afraid of losing her children; nothing was stronger than a mother's love. Ginny tried pushing the bad thoughts from her mind; she tried telling herself that James only wandered off to cause trouble because he was bored. Her son shared his father and grandfather's knack for getting into trouble. Ginny herself didn't mind getting into trouble, she grew up in a house with six brothers, trouble was unavoidable.

Ginny and Hermione had spread out and Ginny was currently walking through the turns of the alleys behind The Three Broomsticks. James would not have gone far, he was alright. She just had to keep telling herself that. She would not allow the dark thoughts to creep in.

Unfortunately they did. Ginny could not help but thinking, what if Death Eaters took him? What if some unknown enemy took him? They were at peace for now, the remaining Death Eaters spread across the globe, but Ginny was always wary. Harry had reassured her countless times that the threat was gone; that the dark Lord was gone and his followers with him, but Ginny knew there was always the faintest possibility that the darkness was not completely gone. The light casts shadows and darkness was inevitable. She liked to think of herself as a realist and not a pessimist. If someone still wanted to hurt Harry, then taking James would do exactly that.

No, he is just off causing trouble, she told herself sternly as she called out for her child. "James? Where are you sweetheart?"

She pulled her cloak tighter around herself as she rounded a corner before stopping dead in her tracks. She was back in the main street again, but a section of the street was closed off and out of the public view, it appeared to be a stairwell that led to the upper floor of The Three Broomsticks. It was well hidden, as Ginny had never seen it before, and it was clearly a secret entrance to the pub. Descending the steps at the moment was Draco Malfoy, his platinum blonde hair was unmissable, and a slender, brown haired woman. It took Ginny a moment to remember who she was, Astoria Greengrass. She was in the same year as Ginny when they were at Hogwarts and one of the few Slytherins who later re-joined the battle. Ginny could just make out the conversation they were having.

"How believable do you intend to make this engagement?" Astoria was asking Malfoy as the climbed the steps.

"Believable. Draco Malfoy does not do things half-assed," Malfoy sounded tired and defeated, two words Ginny never thought she would associate with him. "My mother clearly wanted this spectacle to take place, so it will. I can't disappoint her." This time he sounded bitter and resentful.