Title: Face Down
Author: Muse Dae
Inspiration: This is based off of the play Les Miserables. Thank you.

August 11th, 1998. The day that the war between good and evil ended. August 11th, 1998. The day one side failed miserably, crushed by the opposition without mercy. August 11th, 1998. Ginerva Molly Weasley was the tender age of 17. Her brother, Ronald Billius Weasley, was just 18. The love of his life, Hermione Jane Granger was the sweetest of all 19 year olds, and the smartest too. And what was happening with the 'great' Harry James Potter? He was 18 years old, wiser than his years, leading the fight against the Dark Lord Voldemort with Albus Dumbledore at his side in battle. It was August 11th, 1998 that all of these lives changed forever. Nothing could ever reverse what had happened. The memory was too painful to relive. No one could retell the events that took place on that historical day without bursting into fits of laughter, joy or tears. It was a cool day, quintessential of August. The perfect day. The sun was shining; it was just the right temperature for jeans and short sleeves and playing quidditch in the yard. And that's just what the nine-person Weasley family was doing. Well, eight people, if you don't count the pompous windbag that was Percival Ignatius Weasley.

And then it changed. In a single, heart-shattering moment, the world changed. No warning, no epiphanies, no visions. Nothing that had indicated a new surge of opposition. It was August 11th, 1998. There had been no telling what would happen next. And then it happened. Then they came. August 11th, 1998. The biggest genocide in Wizarding history. It was on Ginerva Molly Weasley's 17th birthday that the war was won. At seventeen, she saw what no one should see. She saw death, murder. She saw what happened when the opposition rebelled and won. She saw the likes of which had never been seen in the war.

She saw terrible things. She saw anger, hate, cruelty and no mercy. And because of this, she and Molly Prewett Weasley ran. They ran away. But from what, you may ask? What happened on August 11th, 1998 that could be so terrifying that Ginny Weasley took her mother and ran? What could be so horrible that she had no thought in her mind but saving her mother?

It was August 11th, 1998.

The day that the Dark Lord Voldemort won the war. The day that the cliché of 'good always conquers evil' did not come true. It was then that lives changed forever. A merciless slaughter of young and old. Ginerva Molly Weasley took her mother and they ran. Because on that day, the Weasley family went from nine to three. In the following hours, it went from three to two, when Molly Prewett Weasley died. As Ginny tried to save her mother, she died. And there was nothing that the seventeen year old could have done to save her.

Because it was August 11th, 1998.

It was the day that Murphy's Law applied to everything that happened. Everything that could go wrong, well, it did go wrong. After that day, nothing was ever going to be the same. And by the first explosion, everyone knew that. It was something they had no control over. Despite the furious work of Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore and the like, nothing could have stopped what happened on that day.

August 11th, 1998.

It seemed like the longest day of her life. Ginny Weasley had lost seven of the eight people she loved more than life itself. She had lost Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, her father, her mother… The only one who remained was Ron. He was the only one left out of her family. Everyone else was dead. Gone. In a flash of green light, her life fell apart.

Along with so many others.

She was not the only one to fall victim to August 11th, 1998. So many others lost people they loved that day. Hundreds upon hundreds, thousands, dead in one fatal swoop. Nothing that anyone could have done would've stopped the final battle of the war between Good and Bad. There was nothing that anyone could have done to stop it. There was too much at stake.

August 11th, 1998.

It was a day when the night beat out the day. When the moon eclipsed the sun permanently. When evil conquered good. When traitors became apparent. And the people who could really be trusted were the ones who stood beside her. She saw who was never on her side to begin with and who was always there for her. She saw the difference between friends and fakers.

August 11th, 1998.

She saw what it was like when the dark met the light. He saw the truth behind the betrayal of Percival Ignatius Weasley. Ginerva Weasley lost almost everyone she loved and everything she cherished. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore lost the people he cared about as they fought to protect the school he so cherished. And as Ginerva went into hiding, Albus Dumbledore was captured, arrested and sentenced. Two years on the chain gang. Two long and grueling years, they said, was equivalent to 19 years for any other wizard of normal age. For this elderly man, who was now 154 years old, two years was long enough to be more like twenty.

August 11th, 1998.

The day all hope was lost.