Ginny Weasley Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

We both hear a knock at the door and I see that she has a hopeful look in her eyes as she heads towards the door. I slammed back a couple more shots before I followed her downstairs. I was slightly alarmed to see a couple of detectives in the entrance. I sneaked up behind Ginny and felt her body tense up as I pressed my body against hers and reach over to shake their hands. "Detectives, would you like to come in?" I asked as I headed towards the kitchen. "Coffee?" I wasn't really listening to what was being said, that was until I heard a gasp come from my Ginny. I looked up to see tears in her eyes and hear that my wife had been killed by a drunk driver.

I still didn’t know why I was being assaulted. Through the haze of pain and confusion, I looked up to see Enzo looming over me, his expression twisted with rage and contempt. His actions spoke volumes, confirming my worst fears. "How could you be so cruel? How could you go after an unborn child! How could you kill a child?” Ginny's sobbing became louder this time. I was still trying to take in what he has said. I can’t even kill a spider let alone kill a child and he knows that. Ginny has this all in play.

He shook his head in disappointment and left. Ginny grabbed the edge of the table. She tried not to fall. With her shaky breath, tears ran down her cheek. She remembered when she was five, her father's second wife died of cancer. It was Michelle's mother. She was just eight months when it happened. Ginny's mother took her and treated her as her own daughter. But, Mrs Will went ahead and fell in love with Michelle more than her own daughter. She wiped the tears off her face. "I shall meet with him and then, I'll decide if I get married to Christopher or not" she said to herself.

Sebastian and Finn have already gotten themselves freed and I can only say two simple words as we get closer to them. “He’s dead.” I stare back at their wide yes and I repeat. “Greyson is dead, and Gwen has been poisoned.” “Davina! Davina!” The sound of yelling distracts us. It’s coming from outside and when we reach there, Asteria is standing outside. She sees us and quiets down. “You’re okay. Where is Davina.” “Dead and I will be soon if I don’t get help.” Gwen says as she plays with her fingers. “What?” I look up at my confused sister. “She has been poisoned.”

I wanted to find whoever had put these ideas into her head and tear them apart piece by piece. My eyes locked onto Gianna, who was standing frozen by the closet door. She was staring down at the pile of tools on the floor, but her eyes were completely blank. She looked so utterly empty, as if she had already detached her mind from her physical form. She was shutting down, retreating deep inside herself where her mother’s screams couldn't reach her. "Oh, God, Ginny..." Hazel sobbed. She fell to her knees, her weak left leg folding awkwardly beneath her. She slowly lifted the thick wooden stick. She held it close to her face, as she stared at the dark, brownish-red stains dried into the wood.

“You get some rest and sort out your will, because I’ll kill you later.” He says nothing as he struggles to open the door, then steps out. I follow after him because Ginny is waiting right outside. I saw the shadow of her feet as she kept pacing. As soon as she sees him, she gasps, hands covering her mouth and tears glistening in her colorful eyes.

Harris said as he stabbed Ginny in the heart and then wrenched her heart out before throwing it on the ground. As the only way to kill a witch was to destroy her heart, his adoptive father stomped on Ginny’s heart causing the life in Ginny’s eyes to dim. Young Derek’s eyes widened in surprise and horror, he did not understand what was going on. He only knew that his adoptive father had killed someone and that someone was none other than his teacher. Now he understood where the light witches were going and why did they disappear all of a sudden it was because of his adoptive father.

He shouted. The lady shivered excessively. Fear of life moistened her eyes again but anyhow she picked herself up, ran a shaky hand across her face to wipe the sheet of sweat, and whispered, "F-forgive me, Mr. Dursley, I wanted to make your plan work b-but lies would have taken us all to hell built under the ground by the alpha in the face of advanced dungeons." "This wh*re will die today." Ginny caught on his arm and controlled him before he ventured further.

Slowly, I move until I am facing her, and I hug her even tighter than I did before. She bursts into uncontrollable tears as I rub her back in comfort. “She didn't die, Viv. She was killed. I know it, I am sure of it." She whispers in my ear. What the hell is she going on about now? “Ginna wasn't sick before. You saw her yesterday morning. She was so healthy. If she was truly sick, we would have seen signs on her body, no matter how little it is." She says. Ada must be going crazy, Ginna's death is affecting her more than I could ever imagine.

I chastise, unsure how long he would be willing to have them prod him. "If he attacks us, that's it" the man spits "Oh shut up" Ginny cleans the deep wound with more whiskey and I feel Grayson tense within my arms, struggling with his emotions to not attempt to kill them or get them away from himself. She then slices another side of aloe, using the slimmy section to drain into the wound and using the remaining sections around the edges. I watch barely keeping my heart from pounding, stroking my stomach and Grayson's fur, both actions to remind both myself and him that I was still there. I needed something to ground me before I fell into despair. When Ginny finally broke the thread of her sut