Author: Raven Summary: Ginny contemplates the war. Disclaimer: This is so not mine. If it were, man, I’d be flying high.

Ginny Weasley took a sip of her now cold coffee and stared glumly out the window of her childhood bedroom at the Burrow. The news had just arrived. A simple white envelope. Dark red ink. Severus never did like using the color black in his letters. She supposed the red was how he showed his sorrow. After all, that was the color of the blood they had shed.

Before, Harry wrote the letters. She had begun to dread his cramped handwriting. He had written when her mother died. When her father died. When Hermione died. When Ron died. When Bill died.

She had never thought, ‘Who will write the letters when he dies?’

It had seemed impossible that he would. But hey, these days, anything was possible. Except for survival that is. Well it seemed she had found the answer to her unasked question. Severus would. A week ago Harry’s death had been announced. First, privately to her. Second, publicly in the Daily Prophet. It almost wasn’t a surprise.

Today, Severus’ barn owl had brought another letter. It had a blood red seal. It was addressed in red ink. No... not Charlie too.

The last brother.

Trembling hands had broken the seal with a will of their own. She didn’t even have to read the whole thing. The first five words told her enough. “We regret to inform you...”

She had drunk all the booze in the house. Not enough. Dad had insisted on a huge party before they all left. Left for war. Left for death. Left her behind. Too bad. She would love to be completely shattered right now.

Wouldn’t anybody? Ginny mock-saluted the sky and raised her chipped mug in a sarcastic toast. “Thanks, God. Thanks a hell of a lot.”

Then she downed the rest of her coffee.

Ginny Weasley was found dead in her bedroom yesterday morning. Suicide by poison.