After the war, Ginny was the only Weasley left. Well, her father was still alive but in the incurable ward at St. Mungo's. He didn't recognize her and he couldn't speak. He sat in a chair by a window in a white, cotton robe. The nurses said that he had no concept of time, no concept of anything, really, and so eventually, Ginny stopped visiting. Bill, Charlie, and her mother had died early – all members of the order. Percy, they had heard, had fled early – left Britain all together she would imagine. She didn't know where he was and she didn't care. The twins died in the destruction of Diagon Alley. A magic equivalent of a muggle bomb, the newspaper said. Just a tiny pop and everything was in ruins and everyone in mile radius was dead.
And then Ron, always at Harry's side, had jumped right in front of Harry and took a fatal blow. He had saved them all, really. Ron died at the wand of Voldemort so that Harry could succeed. Harry was in St. Mungo's too, she heard, though he never accepted visitors. He was tired, they said, and he deserved a rest. Ginny thought he was hiding and that he might stay there sleeping forever. He'd lived enough for three people already and he was only 22.
Now, it was only Ginny. She had returned to the burrow, in shock and alone. The whole area was deserted. She was starving and filthy – hadn't eaten in days and showered for longer. But most of all, she was tired. She didn't even make it up any stairs or to a bed. She just climbed into her father's easy chair and closed her eyes.
The noise of someone apparating woke her. She was too tired to even stand or call out to ask who was intruding in what was now her house. It could be a death eater coming to finish her off, even. She just didn't care. She closed her eyes again and waited for it.
Strong arms lifted her up and she opened her eyes again wearily.
"It's you." She said softly. She was surprised but she felt safe in his arms, like a child again.
"Are you strong enough to apparate?" He asked her.
"Oh, no." she said. "You'll just have to leave me."
"Wrap your arms around my neck and hold tightly. I don't want to lose you along the way." He ordered. She did what he said, holding on to him tightly, weaving her fingers into the ends of his long, black hair. He apparated and she felt disoriented, dizzy, and then nothing at all.
She awoke warm and comfortable. Someone had come into the room she was in, she'd heard the door open. Where was the room she was in? She opened her eyes. The room was large, white, and sunlit and strangely impersonal. A hotel room? A guestroom? A hospital?
"You're awake!" It was professor Sprout – someone she hadn't seen in a long time, someone she never thought she'd see again.
"Where am I?" she asked the doddering woman who stood holding a tray of food that smelled delicious. She wasn't she she'd ever seen professor Sprout not covered in potting soil.
"Snape Manor." She said. "And Severus says I am to get you to eat something."