Have you ever wondered what happened while the Golden Trio was away hunting horcruxes? Those secrets have now been revealed, straight from Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom, in that order. This fanfiction contains these ships: Romione, Nuna (I know it’s not canon, but it’s cute, okay!), and of course Hinny! Look it up if you don’t know what these are. Anyway, this story will also follow the Battle of Hogwarts, so if you don’t want to get attacked by the feels, I wouldn’t read this. Sorry in advance if anyone cries! I might while I write this. It’ll also cover some of the 19 years later things. Actually, that’ll be in one of the sequels.
Leese: Hi everyone! We’re actually starting our fanfiction today! Isn’t that great?
Ginny: Not if you’re planning to torture us all!
Luna: Why are you starting so late? Was it the Nargles?
Neville: Luna, nargles aren’t real.
Luna: Of course they are!
Ginny: Don’t you dare kill Harry!
Leese: I’m not. He hardly features in the first half of this story anyway. And I don’t want you on my bad side. Anyway, enjoy the show!
Chapter One: Holding on to Memory
For six years, I’ve gone to Hogwarts. Every time, I’ve been here at King’s Cross with my brothers. And Harry. How could I forget him? But this year is different. I’m the only Weasley at Hogwarts. Everyone else has graduated, and now Ron is off hunting horcruxes with Harry.
Harry. I wonder if he ever thinks about me? I think about him all the time, but that means nothing.
I am snapped back to reality when a finger taps my shoulder. I turned around to see one of my best friends in the world, Luna Lovegood. “Luna! How was your summer?” I asked her, trying to sound optimistic.
“It was okay. What’s wrong, Ginny?” she replied.
“Nothing! I just miss Harry, all right!” I snapped defensively. Luna looked hurt, so I quickly added, “Sorry. I’m just not used to them being gone.” She seemed a bit better after that.
We were about to get on the train when Luna dashed off. Making sure she wouldn’t go ramble about nargles to someone who doesn’t care at all, I followed her. “Neville!” I heard her call.
“Hi, Neville,” I said, walking over.
“Where’s Harry?” he asked. I sighed.
“Seems like everyone wants to know that. He’s on a secret mission for Dumbledore,” I answered. No one noticed the sadness that flashed across my face.
The train blew its whistle, signaling for us to get on. Luna took our hands, leading us onward. I wish I knew that he was alive. I had to look happy, or Luna would be begging to know what was wrong.
The train was significantly less crowded this year. I wondered if it could be because Voldemort is back, and Hogwarts is a main target of his.
I zoned out during the train ride, my mind racing. Will Hermione, Ron, and Harry live? Has Voldemort already gotten to them? I had these thoughts throughout this entire ride, though I wish I didn’t.
We pulled into Hogmeade to see Hagrid there. “Why, hello there Ginny, Neville, and Luna! Have you heard from Harry?” he asked.
That was the last straw. I broke down in tears, shaking my head. There was nothing anyone could do to stop it. The tears just kept flowing. Luna wrapped her arms around me as we walked to the castle.
I turned my head to look back at Hagrid. He was worried, I could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t like Hagrid to worry like this. It made me think that something could be going completely wrong. But when I turned again, he was leading the small crowd of first years to the boats to cross the lake.
“Ginny, we know something’s wrong. You’re worried about him. I can tell,” Neville said, breaking the silence that had fallen over us.
“Of course I’m worried for Harry. Why wouldn’t I be? I want him here, and I want Ron, and Hermione, and-” I broke down in tears again. This wasn’t like me. Harry always said that he liked me partly because I didn’t cry. Would he understand this time?
We walked into the Great Hall just as the Sorting began. The Sorting Hat was beginning its song as we shuffled into our seats, Luna walking off to sit with the other Ravenclaws. I noticed that Cho wasn’t there, then remembered that she was a year older than Harry, so she graduated last year. Things would certainly be easier, now that she’s gone.
“Ginny! Down there,” Neville whispered, nudging me. Dean waved, but I looked away. I didn’t want to talk to him, or anyone, for that matter.
“HUFFLEPUFF!” the Hat bellowed as a girl named Allie Andrews walked to her table.
The Gryffindors gained very few members that year, only five. Usually everyone wanted to join us. I didn’t understand. But Slytherin has many new ones. Maybe they think that if they join them, they won’t have to fight Voldemort.
I didn’t want to think about that anymore that night, so I curled up in my bed in my dorm, holding on to every last memory I had of Harry Potter, my brother, and my best friend.
Wow, it’s been forever since I’ve updated. Ooh, this is weird. Luna’s POV!