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There wasn't any rhyme or reason why Ginny loved the quidditch stadium so much. At least, there wasn't to anyone else. Ginny knew exactly why she had loved playing, and exactly why she still loved the stadium. She could still remember the bright lights of her chasing days - the fun she'd had with her teammates on and off the pitch, the thrill of winning matches, the pride in being captain. She remembered it all; every nanosecond.

It was one of those things she hoped she would never forget. It was strange, of course, that Ginny held these memories so tightly to her chest; some came shortly after the worst time of her life. Many thought that the worst time of her life was when she was being possessed by Tom Riddle, or when - during her sixth year - the war was waging stronger than ever. The former, of course, wasn't bad until the end, and even so, had brought her closer to Harry. No matter how bad it ever could have been, that was reason enough for Ginny to discount it as the worst time of her life. The latter, of course, was rotten. But at the same time, she had had Neville and Luna to help her get through it. Not to mention the rest of the DA, who had given her more support than she could have ever wanted.

No, the worst time of Ginny's life was just after Fred died. There was no consoling George, of course, and the feelings of the other Weasley children, Ginny included, were swept aside in hopes of trying. But alone, when she was at Hogwarts for her last year, or at home in her room, Ginny allowed herself to be distraught - she allowed herself to show the emotions that no one knew she was feeling. Fred's death had hit Ginny hard and, although she had been with Harry at the time, Ginny never told a soul about it. Her release had been quidditch. Her solstice had been in chasing and in making sure not to think about her brother; a feat difficult to manage with as many brothers and traditions as the Weasley had.

In Hogwarts, it got her made captain of the Gryffindor team in her last year - for what little quidditch there was - and in life it got her a spot on the Harpies. Quidditch, from the day of the last battle onwards, became something of an escape for Ginny - an escape that she apparently still needed.

She had taken a leave from work upon returning from America - as she had told Harry she was going to - but still went in once a week to check up on her reporters, to make sure that the sports section was still being run her way. Afterward, she generally took her leave of Harry, since being together for all hours of every day wasn't good for either of them, and she had a feeling they both knew it. Today, rather than visiting Kelsey, Ginny had taken a different route, walking down to the quidditch stadium in the freezing cold February air.

Her scarf was tight but not suffocating as she sweet talked her way past security, and her gloves remained on as she trekked out to the stands. The funny thing was that as much as she adored Harry and loved their house, this stadium would always be home - even more so than the Burrow.

She took the stairs two at a time - quite a feat in her heels - in the bleachers, making her way right up to the top, where she sat, white coat and red hair, and simply looked around. Her only pause came when someone else entered the stands as well, looked right at her, and started making their way up.

Serenity, she supposed, wasn't meant to last this long.

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Hermione sighed, wandering around the quidditch stadium at this time when the wizarding world was in peril was definitely not something that she would be doing. Especially since she was the mistress of magic. But it seemed that since she'd been so wrapped up in work, she was missing important things that were going on at Hogwarts. Apparently her son had been kidnapped and no one had given her the message. She hadn't seen Ron in ages and she really just missed the days when everyone was around and they were all happy.

She took a seat on one of the benches nearby, looking up at the sky and wanting to scream. Why did she allow herself to be so cut off from her family? Why did she let everything at the ministry consume her? She rarely went home these days and she felt horrible about it. The brunette sighed again, rubbing her forehead as she looked at the stadium around her. She caught a glimpse of red hair a few rows up from her and for a moment she hoped it was Ron. Mrs. Ron Weasley stood and made her way up the stairs at a quick pace, but she slowed down when the shape of the person started to get clearer and took the form of Ginny, Ron's one and only sister.

Hermione pursed her lips to mask her disappointment that it wasn't her husband, but she smiled as she sat down beside the woman and leaned against her sister-in-law. "Hey there Ginny," she murmured, looking at the other woman with a small smile. She sensed something was wrong with the other woman and she hoped that it wasn't something that she had brought upon Ginny. She loved the woman like she was her own flesh and blood, and she didn't want to have hurt another person because of her dedication (or what some would call obsession) with work and trying to keep their children safe.

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This was exactly what Ginny needed; Hermione. The girl in her still occasionally thought of the woman beside her as Ron and Harry's best friend - she sometimes forgot that the two of them were also friends, and close ones at that. She sometimes forgot that she had a sister. Not that she wasn't obscenely glad to have Hermione, just that it occasionally slipped her mind.

Resting her head against Hermione's, though, Ginny couldn't help but smile. "Hey Herms. I've missed you," She said sadly. She hadn't even been writing the other woman while she was away, and six months was a very long time for the two of them not to talk. It was very much her fault and Ginny felt terrible about it. "How're things?" She asked, presuming her sister-in-law had something ticking away in that brainy head of hers - after all, she hated quidditch, she must have had a reason to be in the stadium.

Hermione was the smartest person that she knew - she was bright and bubbly, and not only that, managed to successfully become the first female Mistress of Magic - something Ginny was eternally proud of the other woman for. She'd also heard that the brunette's son had been kidnapped, much as Ginny's daughter had. It put her mind into the plot that she'd been considering for a while; they needed to get the order together - and who better to do it than the two strongest women in the Weasley-Potter clan? They comprised most of the order anyway, didn't they?

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"Hey Herms. I've missed you,"

Hermione nodded, smiling slightly when Ginny leaned her head against hers, the red and the brown shades of their hair colliding at the contact. She chuckled lightly at the sight of their strands of hair being intertwined (but not tangled) and randomly thought about how it was an interesting color combination. "Missed you too"

"How're things?"

Hermione sighed, shaking her head and felt her body weight lean more into Ginny for support. "Things have been better... I've missed so much. I feel like I've been under a rock for all this time" she murmured, shaking her head and looking out onto the quidditch pitch. "My son's been kidnapped, Ron's been off to Merlin knows where, I don't know what's going on with Rose and I hope she's alright, but still. I'm usually so on top of things and now I'm so swamped!"

This was new for Hermione. She was used to being on top of things, knowing where her children and her husband had been, she was even better than Molly Weasley when her kids were younger and the craziness wasn't that bad, but now... Things were falling apart and Hermione didn't want to admit it.

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Ginny frowned. She knew exactly where Hermione was coming from - being away from the families they had made, even for short periods of time, and for whatever reason, left her completely in the dark as to what was going on. She was completely at a loss as to how to reassure her sister, and so she sat up a bit, smiling at the other woman, "You know, I think that part of the problem is that we've been spending too much time trying to please everyone else, and not doing what we need to do - you especially - for ourselves. I know you're not much for primping and priming, and neither am I, but we might do well for a relaxing day to ourselves. We can see if we can get Rosie, Ru and..." She trailed, considering adding that she should bring Lily, but she honestly didn't know where the girl was or what she was doing, and so remedied, "Kelsey along, and catch up on what needs catching up on."

Even Ru probably wouldn't end up invited - the young Potter seemed in a whole other world, most of the time. Ginny wasn't sure how to handle her, and almost wanted to send her off to a therapist, just to see if the girl was mentally incapacitated. She loved her daughter unconditionally, but getting her the help she might need was a top priority for the mother. But that was besides the point at the moment.

"I'm sure you could get one day off, if you really needed to, right?"

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