but your heart is gonna see you through
The odds were stacked against them. This was not a fight that they seemed meant to win, at least not on paper. The Boy Who Lived was dead. Fred was dead and countless others. Hogwarts was in ruins. It should be over.
But it wasn't.
Ginny had never been one to turn and run scared when faced with a seemingly impossible task. She had beat the odds when she was born; the first Weasley girl in generations. And she hadn't stopped there.
No. Her losses just made her all the more determined to win. It would be an insult to those that she had loved who were now gone (and even to those she hadn’t known at all) to give up. She would rather go down swinging then give up.
Hurling curse after curse, each one more and more desperate at Bellatrix, Ginny cast a quick look at Hermione and Luna. If she couldn’t stay standing and fighting for herself, then she would do it for them. There were no better people that she could think of dying fighting next to and she felt a surge of adrenaline course through her at the idea of the three of them taking on such a dedicated follower of He Who Must Not Be Named.
Turning her attention back in full towards Bellatrix, she threw a hex towards the older woman who cackled in response before returning fire with a killing curse.
The world seemed to slow down. Taking a step backwards, knowing it was useless that once the curse hit her there was no going back, Ginny took a deep breath and yelled. The blast of green light shot right past her head, so close she could smell burning hair, the force of it knocking her backwards.
Letting out a soft cry as her back slammed against the ground, her eyes squeezed shut out of both pain and shock, she lay there for a moment perfectly still. Her heart was pounding and everything hurt in such a way that it took a moment for her to realise that the ground was soft and damp. Opening up her eyes, she saw a darkening sky stained varying colours by the sunset. A warm breeze tugged at her hair and she wondered faintly, if being dead was always so pleasant.
Pushing herself upright, she tightened her grip on her wand just as she heard a noise from behind her. There was nothing that could really harm her, at least now that she was dead. No Ministry citations or Howlers from Mum.
Mum, she thought her stomach twisting in sadness. She didn’t deserve to lose two children. Not like this. Getting to her feet, she took a careful step towards the noise looking around her for any sign of what was going on. Was there some sort of guide to welcome people to Heaven? Was this even that?
“Hello? Anyone there? I warn you, I’m armed,” she called knowing it was all but useless. It was at least worth a shot.
[ooc: find her on the quidditch pitch. first tag gets to explain, everyone else can find her on her way to the compound. open to all. st/lt.]
But it wasn't.
Ginny had never been one to turn and run scared when faced with a seemingly impossible task. She had beat the odds when she was born; the first Weasley girl in generations. And she hadn't stopped there.
No. Her losses just made her all the more determined to win. It would be an insult to those that she had loved who were now gone (and even to those she hadn’t known at all) to give up. She would rather go down swinging then give up.
Hurling curse after curse, each one more and more desperate at Bellatrix, Ginny cast a quick look at Hermione and Luna. If she couldn’t stay standing and fighting for herself, then she would do it for them. There were no better people that she could think of dying fighting next to and she felt a surge of adrenaline course through her at the idea of the three of them taking on such a dedicated follower of He Who Must Not Be Named.
Turning her attention back in full towards Bellatrix, she threw a hex towards the older woman who cackled in response before returning fire with a killing curse.
The world seemed to slow down. Taking a step backwards, knowing it was useless that once the curse hit her there was no going back, Ginny took a deep breath and yelled. The blast of green light shot right past her head, so close she could smell burning hair, the force of it knocking her backwards.
Letting out a soft cry as her back slammed against the ground, her eyes squeezed shut out of both pain and shock, she lay there for a moment perfectly still. Her heart was pounding and everything hurt in such a way that it took a moment for her to realise that the ground was soft and damp. Opening up her eyes, she saw a darkening sky stained varying colours by the sunset. A warm breeze tugged at her hair and she wondered faintly, if being dead was always so pleasant.
Pushing herself upright, she tightened her grip on her wand just as she heard a noise from behind her. There was nothing that could really harm her, at least now that she was dead. No Ministry citations or Howlers from Mum.
Mum, she thought her stomach twisting in sadness. She didn’t deserve to lose two children. Not like this. Getting to her feet, she took a careful step towards the noise looking around her for any sign of what was going on. Was there some sort of guide to welcome people to Heaven? Was this even that?
“Hello? Anyone there? I warn you, I’m armed,” she called knowing it was all but useless. It was at least worth a shot.
[ooc: find her on the quidditch pitch. first tag gets to explain, everyone else can find her on her way to the compound. open to all. st/lt.]