To Save the Wizard

He could've told me. He didn't have to just leave like that. He didn't have to leave me. Or maybe he did. Maybe he knew something I didn't. Maybe he still does.

I don't know where he is. I really don't. I've begged every single member of the Order to tell me, to enlighten me. They all refuse. They don't care about me. They don't care about true love.

I will find him. I don't even know if he's alive, though. They won't even tell me that. I can't imagine finding a grave marked 'Harry Potter.' I cannot stand even the thought of him in an unmarked tomb or worst of all, completely destroyed, scattered in the wind.

Everyone's worried about Hermione. She's carrying Harry's baby. She knew about my feelings for him. She thought I just had a girlish crush on him. Even so, she married him! They did so in secret, of course, so Voldemort wouldn't find out.

When she and Harry were engaged, I surreptitiously did small acts to annoy Hermione. I would accidentally trip her or spill my drink on her. When she married him, I did more drastic things. I snuck non-lethal poisons into her food. I did her physical harm, but only at night. I lied about her to Harry. I did all these horrible, hateful things to spite Hermione, but I could never kill her. I wouldn't be able to bear the hurt, the pain, the loss, the burning, fiery hatred I would see in Harry's sparkling, emerald green eyes if I did. But now that she's carrying his baby, I can't bear to do anything to her, for fear I'll hurt the baby.

Now that she's got a huge belly, they think Voldemort is bound to notice. They fuss constantly over her.

Fred is no fun now that George is dead. I've had to say goodbye to the constant joking and pranks, which, in dark times, were a great relief. But it's just no use anymore, without George. Fred is just lost.

Ron has Luna. Unique, eccentric Luna. They make quite a couple, but she got the youngest of the Weasleys. I'm not a Weasley. I'm a Potter.

He never asked for my hand. But I AM a Potter. I always have been. He never knew, he never suspected, but now he's gone, with no regards to 'little ole Ginny.' Not a word. But I know he's out there, thinking about me too. I can feel it.

I need to gather my things. Yes, that's what I'll do now. Ah, look. An old box of Fainting Fancies, from when it was Gred and Forge, and not just Fred. I think I've got everything now; even Harry's original invisibility cloak. It's the one he used before Hermione gave him a new one.

"That old thing's just worn out," she had proclaimed when he voiced his protest about wanting to keep the old cloak. She was right, of course, being the know-it-all she always is. This thing's more of a 'Translucency Cloak' now. Oh, well. Finders keepers!

Here I go, off into the unknown. Off to find the wizard. Off to save the wizard. Off to see my true love.