One of Nine
By Misha

Disclaimer- Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and is not mine, however much I might wish differently. However, I am not making any money off of this, so please do not sue me!

Author's Notes- This is the third in a strange series of sorts, "One of", there will be at least one more story in the series, possibly more. They will all connect (more or less), though they are all pretty much separate. This one is told from Ginny's PoV and is set around the same time as the Hermione story "One of Three". It's pretty angsty, but the whole series is. Well, that's all for now, enjoy!

Rating- PG

Pairing- Minor Draco/Ginny, a teeny hint of Harry/Hermione, unrequited Ron/Hermione.

Summery- She had always been one of a nine, part of a loving family, but now, and for the rest of her life, she was on her own.

Spoilers- All four books, just to be safe.

I was part of a large, loving family.

I was a Weasley.

I was the baby girl, cherished and protected, doted on by my parents and six older brothers. We didn't have a lot of money, but we always had each other. The nine of us were a team, a family. It was us against the world. I never imagined life without that. I thought I would always be part of that, part of the Weasley clan, just one of the nine.

But not any more.

Now I'm just me. All alone in the world.

I wasn't ready to handle it. I don't think I ever could have been. I never saw it coming. No one ever suspects that within two years their entire family will be gone.

It's been five years since the war ended and yet, it still seems like yesterday.

I can still picture my family in my mind.

My wonderful, loving father with his bright mind and his curiosity for anything Muggle. My warm and giving mother who clucked protectively over us as well as our friends.

Then there were my brothers. God, how I miss them.

Bill, so smart, but not at all stuffy. He had been Head Boy, but looked like he should be at a Muggle rock concert, Then there was Charlie, his mind always caught up in his dragons and his Quidditch. Both Bill and Charlie were a lot older than me and went to Hogwarts before I was even born, but they spent whatever time they could with me and often wrote letters and sent me presents.

Percy was next. Well, he was pompous and stuffy, but he was always kind to me. Fred and George were a blast. They were so funny, always full of mischievous pranks.

And Ron. He was more than just my big brother, he was my friend. I idolized Ron, he was only a year older than me and I spent my entire life wanting to be just like him.

Last of all, there was me, the baby, the only girl.

Each of us different and special.

I grew up believing that no matter what, my family would always be there. I was wrong. They're all gone.

And the worst part is, some of them chose to go. Some of them turned their backs and betrayed us all. I still can't believe that. But it's true.

Let me explain.

Bill was the first to go. He was working for Dumbledore, gathering information, and he was hunted down by the Death Eaters and killed. That was at the start of my fourth year and it was only the beginning. Within a few years, the horror of that loss would become a permanent thing in my life as I lost my family, one by one.

After Bill's death, Fred and George gave up the idea of their joke shop and joined the resistance. They were successful in gathering information needed to catch several Death Eaters, but in the end, not successful enough. They were caught and tortured for hours and Fred was finally killed.

George is still technically alive, but I couldn't call it living. He's insane. Between the torture and losing Fred, he didn't have a chance. He's in a mental institution and will stay there for the rest of his life. I visit him every once and a while, but I can hardly bear it. It's so awful to see him that way and remember how he used to be.

It wasn't until after Fred and George's attack that we learnt the truth that started months before was a Death Eater. Percy, my stuffy, but much loved elder brother, had turned on us all for power.

He's dead now, though. He committed suicide at the end, when Voldemort had been defeated and all the Death Eaters were being punished. I guess he didn't want to have face the people that he had betrayed.

My mother's already strained heart broke when we discovered Percy's betrayal. She died of a heart-attack a few weeks later In the long run, I guess it's better. She didn't live to see the rest of the family go.

Dad was killed when the Death Eaters stormed the Ministry. It was quick for him. They used the Killing Curse. It was over in a moment.

That was the moment that that I started fighting actively in the resistance. Before people had considered me too young, but though I was only fifteen, they understood why I needed to fight.

Ron and Charlie were also involved. Or so I thought. It turned out that Ron was a Death Eater.

Yes, Ron who I adored. Ron who's best friend was Harry Potter. Ron was a Death Eater.

It turned out that he had always been jealous of Harry and that that jealousy began to eat away at him. Especially when Harry and Hermione fell in love and began to date. See, Ron had been in love with Hermione and losing her to Harry was just too much. So he turned to the dark side and betrayed us all.

I remember the moment he revealed himself.

I had never felt more alone. More broken, than I did at that moment.

But, I found solace.

Though, my warm and loving family had fallen apart in front of my eyes, there was a bright spot in my life. I found love. In the form of a man I was taught to hate.

Draco Malfoy.

It was strange, in those last months, the roles were reversed. Ron became the enemy, while Draco was one of the greatest allies. He and Harry grew to depended on each other and became best friends. He and I fell in love.

But it was not to be.

In the final battle, I lost everything.

Charlie was killed in the days leading up to it. So was Ron, though his death was bittersweet. As far as I was concerned, my brother already dead, this just finished it off once and for all.

Then, at the final hour, Harry and Draco both perished.

Oh, we won the war, Voldemort was gone forever, and we finally had peace. But the price was too high and things would never be the same again.

At least not for me.

Suddenly, I was really and truly alone. My family was gone, so was my lover. All I had were the memories and myself.

Oh, don't worry, I was strong and I learnt to go on.

But it hurt. God, did it hurt.

And I never forget that where I am now alone, I wasn't always.

Once, for so short a time, I had a family. A long time ago, I was one of nine. But now I am all by myself. The only one.

The other eight are gone and that's the way it will always be.

I will never again be one of nine.