Ginny Weasley and the Children's Crusade


Ginny Weasley is starting her sixth year at Hogwarts. With Harry gone and the Death Eaters in charge, Ginny must restart Dumbledore's Army and rebel against Snape, the Carrows and their awful regime.

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The Seven Potters

“Three days to go until we move Harry and still no plan. What are we going to do?” Dad asked us. This was, at least, the thousandth time this question had been asked. How to move Harry here without Voldemort finding out? The Order, which included everyone but me, had no idea. They did have a plan, until they realized Pius Thicknesse had gone over to the dark side. Whether he did it willingly, they didn’t know. Most of us believe he’s under the Imperious curse. In order not to get caught, they would now have to use brooms, Thestrals and Hagrid’s motorbike.

“Well, if someone’s got an idea, they better say it now,” said Mad-Eye, his magical eye swinging around to look at us all. “Where the ruddy hell is Mundungus?” We all looked around, and sure enough, he was nowhere in sight.

I didn’t even notice, I thought to myself. No wonder the room didn’t stink.

Mundungus hadn’t missed a meeting since two years ago.

“He’s probably out making a ‘business’ deal somewhere,” said Fred and we all nodded in agreement. Although I still felt weird about it, Fred was probably right. We all lapsed into silence.

“Well, there’s no use we continue to sit here like this, I’m sure we all have more important things to be doing,” said Lupin. The others nodded, but nobody moved.

Tonks and Lupin had gotten married a week ago. I had never seen any of them look happier than at that moment when the little tufty-haired wizard, who performed basically every wizarding mass, pronounced them ‘husband and wife’. It was only us, her Mum and Dad, and a few other Order members there. They had wanted to invite Harry, but, of course, he couldn’t be moved from Privet Drive. It was a wonderful day, a good reminder that there was still good things to come in our world, which was starting to crumble at the hands of Voldemort. Unlike the rest of my family, I didn’t mind saying his name now.

I heard a WHOOSH from the sitting room and we all turned to see who arrived. Mundungus walked into the room.

“Sorry, ‘bout that. Making a very importan’ business deal,” He said sitting in the vacant seat next to Fred. “What’re you discussin’?

“How to move Potter, of course,” growled Mad-Eye. I could tell he was annoyed with Mundungus. Mundungus nodded.

“Good, cause I got’n idea,” we all rolled our eyes. It would probably be pathetic, but we listened anyway. “Why don’ we brew up polyjuice potion and have six or somethin’ of us change into Potter and then we bring ‘im ‘ere like that?” We all sat in stunned silence. No one had expected that to be his plan.

“Well, Mundungus, looks like you do have a brain,” said Mad-Eye. “Alright, the plan goes as follows: six of us change into Potter-”

“He won’t co-operate,” Hermione and I said at the same time.

“- Well he’ll just have to. We’ll use the transport we’ve decided on, we’ll also have a few decoy houses to throw the Death Eaters off, any suggestions?” Mad-Eye’s house, Kingsley’s house, and Auntie Muriel’s were chosen, along with Tonks’ parent’s place. “The people arriving at each house will catch a Portkey there to here. All in all, it should only take at least an hour, depending on the Death Eaters. I wouldn’t be surprised if Voldemort’s got them set up around the place. Ok, now are there any objections to the plan?” Everyone shook their heads. “All right, let’s get to work,” and with that, the Order, apart from the twins, Ron, Hermione and Mum, left to begin working on the plan.

Finally the day arrived to collect Harry. Of course, everyone would be going but me. I had asked, but as I had expected, they said ‘no’. I was underage. The day flew by with everyone in a hurry to check that everything was ready for the night.

“All right, you all stay safe now,” Mum said, hugging the twins, Ron, Hermione and Tonks and giving Dad a kiss.

“Don’t worry, Mum, we’ll stay as safe as we can,” said Fred.

“Oh, and Gin, don’t pull your hair out. We’ll get your scrawny git back to you in one piece,” said George. I punched his arm. As I had also expected, as soon as we got home from Kings Cross, Mum had started questioning me about Harry, and by nightfall, the whole family knew that I had dated Harry.

I gave them all a hug, and soon after, they all took off. Mum and I waited until we could no longer see them, before going inside.

The plan was that Ron and Tonks would go to Auntie Muriel’s and catch their portkey (a rusty oil can) first. Then, it would be Dad and Fred to Kingsley’s, followed by Harry and Hagrid to Tonks Parent’s place and then the others to Mad-Eye’s.

I helped her wash the dishes in silence, and when we were finished she sat at the table, while I paced, in silence. Harry was coming here, and until now, I was fine with that. Hearing what George said had reminded me that Harry and I weren’t on good speaking terms. I had spent most of the summer locked up in my room because I was sad about our break up and worried about the year to come. Ron hadn’t been very happy with me, and I’m sure if he could, he would’ve done something to Harry for making me that feel way.

I was nervous of what would happen when he arrived here. I knew he would spend most of his time here with Ron and Hermione, planning their mission, which I only knew one thing about, and that was that they were hunting Horcruxes, whatever they were. I also had a very big feeling that he would avoid me as best as he can.

But he can’t avoid me forever, no. He’s not leaving without saying a proper goodbye.

That was another thing I was nervous about, how to say goodbye to him, and then, how to deal with the fact that I wouldn’t see him, or Ron and Hermione, for a long time. I had no idea how long their journey would take and that scared me. I didn’t know how long I would be able to stay without hearing from them.

I continued pacing, then eventually sat down at the table with Mum. I looked at my watch and saw that they had nearly been gone an hour. Panic prickled my skin, and I started pacing again.

What if something terrible had happened? What if the Death Eaters had captured them, or even worse, Voldemort? I started wringing my hands the way I always did when I was nervous. I looked at my watch again; there was a minute to go.

“I think we should go wait outside,” Mum said quietly standing. I could tell she was thinking the same things as me. I nodded and followed her outside. We stood looking at the sky and soon a blue light appeared. Excitement welled up inside me.

Yes! Someone’s back! I thought excitedly.

We went over and saw a rusty oil can lying there. Dread washed over me.

That was Ron and Tonks’. Surely nothing’s happened, right?

We saw another blue light and rushed over to it. An ancient Plimsoll was lying there.

That was Dad and Fred’s. Oh please be alright, please be alright! I found myself begging.

We stood waiting for Harry and Hagrid to arrive. The air was chilly.

“I’m going to grab a jumper. Come with me,” Mum said and I followed her back to the house. She put her hand on the handle, and a blue light flashed in the corner of my eye. We turned around and screamed. Two people had just arrived. We rushed over and saw that it was Harry and Hagrid. I felt so relieved.

“Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?” Mum cried.

“What d’you mean? Isn’t anyone else back yet?” Harry panted. Some of the relief left me. I knew Mum had been expecting him to say something along the lines of ‘they’re on their way’ and was now back to being worried.

“The Death Eaters were waiting for us,” he began when she didn’t answer. “We were surrounded the moment we took off-they knew it was tonight-I don’t know what happened to anyone else. Four of them chased us, it was all we could do to get away, and then Voldemort caught up with us-” He stopped talking. The plea for us to understand was written all over his face.

“Thank goodness you’re alright,” she said hugging him.

“Haven’t go’ any brandy, have yeh, Molly? Fer medicinal purposes?” said Hagrid and Mum ran to the house to get it. She didn’t want us to see her face. Harry turned to me and I knew he wanted answers.

“Ron and Tonks should have been back first, but they missed their portkey, it came back without them,” I pointed to their portkey. “And that one,” I pointed at Dad and Fred’s, “should have been Dad and Fred’s, they were supposed to be second. You and Hagrid were third and,” I checked my watch to be sure, “if they made it, George and Lupin ought to be back in about a minute.” Mum came back with the brandy and Hagrid drank it straight down in one.

“Mum!” I shouted. Another blue light had appeared and George and Lupin appeared. Something was wrong. George was unconscious and his face covered in blood and Lupin was supporting him. Harry ran and grabbed his legs and together they carried him into the house and laid him on the sofa.

The lamplight fell across George’s head and I gasped. His ear was missing. Oh God! Mum lent over George while Lupin pulled Harry away. I could hear him interrogating Harry. I helped Mum as best I could. The ear could not be replaced.

“Harry, give us a hand!” Hagrid called hoarsely. More people must’ve arrived because Harry came from outside.

“How is he?” Harry asked.

“I can’t make it grow back, not when it’s been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse...he’s alive,” Mum replied.

“Yeah, thank god,” Harry said.

“Did I hear someone else in the yard?” I asked him.

“Hermione and Kingsley.”

“Thank goodness,” I whispered. We looked at each other and I had the desire to hug him, I could tell he felt the same way, but before we could act, there was a crash in the kitchen. Damn it! Dad was arguing with Kingsley. Dad knelt down beside George while Fred stood behind the sofa gaping at him. George stirred.

“How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mum. He groped for the side of his head.

“Saint-like,” he murmured.

“What’s wrong with him? Is his mind affected?” croaked Fred looking terrified.

“Saint-like,” George said again, looking up at Fred. “You see...I’m holy. Holey, Fred, Geddit?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

You git, I thought, grinning.

“Pathetic, pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?” Fred said to him.

“Ah, well,” Said George grinning at Mum. “You’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum.” He looked round.

“Hi Harry-you are Harry, right?” George asked him.

“Yeah, I am,” Harry replied moving closer to the sofa.

“Well, at least we got you back ok. Why aren’t Ron and Bill huddled around my sickbed?” George asked.

“They’re not back yet, George,” Mum said and I looked at Harry. He nodded his head towards the door and I accompanied him.

“Ron and Tonks should be back by now. They didn’t have a long journey; Auntie Muriel’s not that far from here,” I informed him in a low voice. I watched his face and saw that his expression was full of fear.

I should comfort him, but how?

I know! I hope it works.

As we walked down the steps into the dark yard, I took his hand, and as I had hoped, he didn’t pull it away. Kingsley was striding backwards and forwards, glancing up at the sky every time he turned. Hagrid, Hermione and Lupin stood shoulder to shoulder gazing up at the sky and none of them looked round when we joined them. We stood there waiting and waiting, jumping when the wind blew through a bush or a tree, hoping someone would appear. Then, finally, a broom materialized above us and streaked towards the ground.

“It’s them!” screamed Hermione, which wasn’t a surprise. Tonks landed in a long skid that sent earth and pebbles everywhere. She staggered to Lupin and I let go of Harry’s hand. If Ron saw that, he would get mad. Ron tripped dazedly towards us and Hermione flew at him and hugged him tightly. Tonks told us what Ron did.

“You did?” said Hermione gazing at him with her arms still around his neck.

“Always the tone of surprise,” he said grumpily breaking free. He better not do anything that ruins his chances of being with her. “Are we the last back?”

“No,” I replied, “we’re still waiting for Bill and Fleur and Mad-Eye and Mundungus. I’m going to tell Mum and Dad you’re ok, Ron-” I ran back inside. Mum was now in the living room with the twins. “Mum! Mum! Ron and Tonks are back!”

“Oh! Hold on a second!” said Mum, hurrying to patch up George’s ear. “Arthur!” she yelled, but no response came. “Oooh, that man!” She got up and ran to the staircase. “ARTHUR!”

“WHAT?” Dad shouted back. I’m guessing he was searching the skies for the others or something.


“Geez, Mum, you’re going to make us deaf,” said Fred.

“Yeah, no wonder Dad couldn’t hear you properly,” added George.

“Shut up you two!” she yelled at them coming back into the room. A few seconds later, I could hear Dad rushing down the stairs.

“Where are they?” He panted.

“Outside,” I replied and my parents shot towards the door. I followed them back outside and saw that Kingsley had left. They hugged Ron and thanked Tonks and Lupin and as Mum was explaining what had happened to George, we heard a cry. Bill and Fleur had landed.

“Bill! Thank God, thank God-” Mum said hugging Bill, but he looked straight at Dad. Hang on, where’s Mad-Eye?

“Mad-Eye’s dead,” said Bill and everybody froze. No, it can’t be. Not Mad-Eye! “We saw it. It happened just after we broke out of the circle: Mad-Eye and Dung were close by us, they were heading north too. Voldemort-he can fly-went straight for them. Dung panicked, I heard him cry out, Mad-Eye tried to stop him, but he disaparated. Voldemort’s curse hit Mad-Eye full in the face, he fell backwards off his broom and-there was nothing we could do, nothing, we had half a dozen of them on our own tail-” and his voice broke. I didn’t blame him.

“Of course you couldn’t have done anything,” said Lupin. We all stood there looking at each other, still comprehending what just happened. After a few minutes we walked silently back into the house and into the living room where Fred and George were laughing.

“What’s wrong?” said Fred looking at us all. “What’s happened? Who’s-?”

“Mad-Eye,” said Dad. “Dead.” The twins’ grimaces turned to shock and we all stood there, Tonks and Hagrid crying into handkerchiefs. Bill walked over to the sideboard and took out a bottle of Firewhisky and some glasses.

“Here,” he said sending them out to everyone. Yes! He sent me one! “Mad-Eye.”

“Mad-Eye,” I replied with everyone else and I took a sip. It burned my throat, but it was good. They then started discussing if Mundungus betrayed us. Then Harry told how he trusted us all and Bill and Lupin left to collect Mad-Eye’s body.

Harry then decided to be a stupid, noble git and suggested he leave, but everyone protested. Mum then asked him where Hedwig was, and judging by how he reacted, she had been hit. I wanted to comfort him, but Hagrid changed the subject to how he had escaped Voldemort, and Harry revealed that his wand had acted of its own accord. I was the only one who believed him (even though I didn’t say it) and he stood up and went outside. A little while later, Mum and Dad stood up, collected all the glasses and went to the sink.

“We’d better go check on him,” said Hermione to Ron and they went outside. Hagrid was still crying in the corner and Tonks now looked troubled by Lupin’s departure. I went and sat next to her.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Tonks,” I reassured her. She turned and smiled at me.

“I know, it’s just...can I tell you something?” She looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Not here. Can we go somewhere private?”

“Yeah, follow me,” I said and we stood up. Mum and Dad didn’t say anything, so I took her near the staircase, which was out of earshot of the others. I turned and faced her. “Shoot.” She hesitated.

“Ginny, I-I-I think I’m pregnant,” she said quietly. I stood there in shock.“Oh, Ginny, what am I going to do?” she asked starting to cry.

Hey-hey, it’s alright, it’s alright, shhhh,” I said, hugging her. “What’re you so worried about?”

“It’s-it’s-Remus h-he doesn’t want t-to have chi-children with m-me,” she said still crying.

“What? Why?”

“B-because he th-thinks it’ll b-be a w-werewolf like-like h-him.”

Nodding, I asked, “Is that-is that possible?”

“I dunno, I don’t think it is,” she said pulling away and wiping her eyes.

“Have you told anyone else?”

“No, you’re the first person I’ve discussed this with,” I looked at her, unsure what to do.

“When will you know for sure?”

“I bought a Muggle pregnancy test, but I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Well, then we’ll just have to wait until you do.”

“But-but Ginny, what if it’s positive?” she muttered looking at the floor.

“Well, then you do the only thing you can do,” she looked up at me. “You tell him.” She nodded.

“But, what if he leaves me or something?”

“Then you come straight to me. No matter what time it is, you come and see me, ok?” she nodded and smiled.

“Thank you, Gin,” she said hugging me again.

“It’s alright. I’m always here for you, ok?”

“Ok,” she replied. “I guess I better go home now,” I nodded and walked with her to the kitchen. The trio had come back inside and were talking with the twins and Mum and Dad. She bid us goodbye and, shortly later, so did Hagrid.

“All right, you six, off to bed. It’s been a long night,” said Mum. We all stood up, said goodnight, and walked to the stairs. The twins and I were behind the trio.

"So, are you happy that we got your green-eyed toad back to you in one piece?" asked George quietly so the others wouldn't overhear. I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile.

"You missed it, Gin," began Fred. "We got to see what Harry looks like in his underwear."

"How unfortunate. Well, then I suppose I'll just have to keep fantasising about it," I said casually. The smiles fell from their faces and were replaced by looks of disgust. I smiled triumphantly, and continued up the stairs. Hermione, the twins and I reached our landing.

"Goodnight," we said. My focus was on Harry.

"Goodnight," Harry and Ron replied, Harry was holding my stare. I gave him a small smile, then turned to go inside my room. Hermione and I dressed in silence.

“How’s Harry?” I asked her.

“He’s fine. He won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

“Good.” We got into our beds. “Night, Hermione.”

“Goodnight, Ginny,” she replied. I lay there for a while, thinking of everything that had happened tonight and, finally, I fell asleep.

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