Ginny

The Order

"George, take your sister outside. I don't want her here when the order gets here." Molly's voice had been tough and demanding recently, and there was no room for leeway.

"I'm 16, I can walk outside by myself."

"I told ur brother to walk you out Ginervra" 

There was no way to ignore the fire in Molly's tone, so Ginny obliged. Leaning on the doorframe she waited for her brother. George had looked tired in the recent days, dark circles surrounded his eyes. He had been sleeping at the joke shop so it wouldn't be ransacked, but it was obvious the sleep he had been getting was minimal.

Fred was at the joke shop now, working from dinner until sunrise. 

"Out to the garden we go," George remarked grabbing Ginny's hand. Ginny could now walk around with assistance, which she much preferred to laying in bed. The two slowly waddled their way to the rickety bench stationed in the far corner of the garden. 

Their bottoms hand not yet met the bench when Ginny spoke, "Let me finish before you say anything okay? Do you honestly think, and I mean honestly think, it would have been easier if I had died when they attacked me. Or..." Ginny began to speed up her words because she could see George was dying to interrupt her. "Or if I had just never been born. If mum and dad called it quits with Ron. If you never knew me, if Ron was the baby and I was still floating around in oblivion. Would that have been easier?" Her words were rushed, and she could not face looking her brother in the eyes. She needed to know, was she a waste of space?

"You want the honest answer, well then I'll give it to you. Yes, yes it would be easier if you were never born and I'll tell you why. If you were never born, I would have never had to see you get hurt. My only sister being attacked. Who wants to see that? If you had never been born I would never have to worry about you or be panic-stricken every time you don't respond when I call. But do I wish you had never been born? Absolutely not. I have learned things from you that no number of brothers could teach me. Every time I think of how I could lose you my stomach drops. And as to if it would have been easier if you just died, never. I would never forgive myself. I made those puking pastilles and made you come home. How could I tell Ron that when he came home you wouldn't be here? I couldn't I'd go insane. I'd let the death eaters kill me 500 times over before I would watch them hurt you again. Did you see how this family flipped upside down when you got hurt? If you died we wouldn't even be the Weasley's anymore."

George wasn't even looking at Ginny now,  his  eyes were  fashioned on a ball of light floating in the distance.  Slowly  inching  away from them. 

"Sorry, I just thought maybe I'm too much of a hassle sometimes. You know in the way."

"You're not, don't worry if you are I'll let you know."

"So what do you think they are talking about in there?" George asked.

The twins were often left in the dark on meetings, and no matter how many extendable ears they used they could never make out a word.

"Well I would assume the war, but you never know maybe the new dinner menu at that muggle restaurant. Or I did hear aunt Myrtle is having a gnome infestation." Ginny deadpanned.

"Doesn't it bother you that they don't let you listen in? That they know things we don't?"

"Wow, that almost sounded like you were describing my whole life in this house. Oh wait let me check again, oh you were! Wow funny." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"I'm used to it. SIX older brothers, remember?"

"Yeah okay, but this is like, important. Do you think if there was something big happening they would tell us?" George questioned.

"If you mean a battle. Yes, they would want to lock us in the basement, so mum would need to know what kind of food to buy. If you mean Ron's dead, no they wouldn't tell us but we would know. Mum is all teary over Percy and if someone died no way she could keep that a secret."

"Yeah, but don't you want to know. If a big fight springs up, we would be defenseless, locked in a basement most likely, but defenseless none the less. Don't you want to be in the order? Don't you just want them to at least tell us what's going on?" George's voice was louder now his convictions strong. 

"Of course." Ginny mumbled, "That's my best friend, ex-boyfriend, and brother out there. I can't even begin to tell you how much I want to know, but sometimes it's easier to forget you know? Being left in the dark until something big happens is okay with me."

The two sat in silence staring off into the distance. It was obvious they disagreed on the matter but recently George had tried not to argue with his siblings, for fear he would not be able to make amends the next day.

"Ginny" Molly spoke from the door startling both Weasley's, "The Order has been talking and we have packed your bags. It's time for you to return to Hogwarts."

Ginny was in shock, she had hoped this day would never come. At least, she had hoped, not until after the war. Before she could protest George spoke, "Mum are you mental? She can barely walk. How do you expect her to go back there? How is she supposed to defend herself? You don't honestly think this is a good idea, do you?" His voice was persistent but not mean, never mean.

"It's been discussed. Ginevra, you will leave in the morning. I suggest you say goodbye tonight, your brother has to work in the morning." There was a certain detachment in her mother's eye's that neither Ginny or George had ever seen. She seemed removed from the situation even when she was creating it. Molly turned on her heels and left just as quickly as she had come.

Even the garden gnomes seemed to know now was not the time to howl, as they buried themselves deeper into the ground.

"Tell Fred that I'll miss him," Ginny spoke slowly, carefully. The air was tight, George was not looking at her.

"It's just the same as the years before I reckon, the only problem being an evil wizard is out to kill us," Ginny said trying to get George to crack a smile, failing miserably.

"Don't joke about that," George responded sharply. This statement had come out ruder than planned, but the words now lingered in the air, there was no taking them back. A constant reminder of the sensitive subject.

"I just mean," George breathed," I would prefer if you could stay here. I'm sorry you have to go back, and I'll miss you loads."

But George had already ruined the mood by snapping at Ginny. When he went in for a tearful embrace Ginny pushed him away.

"No need to cry. There will plenty of time for that at my funeral." She said stomping off.