Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1

Chapter 3
A New School Year

    Ginny could not believe what her father just said. She stood there for a long time before anyone spoke.

Ginny: No... it can't be...Snape? she falls on the sofa

Mr Weasley: I'm so sorry dear.

Ginny [angrliy]: But he killed Dumbledore!

Mr Weasley: I know, I'm just as disgusted as u are.

Miss Weasley: This is outragous! No, I have had enough! we are going to my Aunt's house first thing-

Mr. Weasley: Molly! u know Ginny has to go back! if she doesn't, who knows what will happen to us! She's just going to have to deal with it.

Ginny: He betrayed...

So Rowling never really discussed why Bellatrix is so obsessed with Voldemort. And I constantly ponder upon how anyone could find that no-nosed snake-man-boy attractive in any way. With that zei I wanted to post a few of my theories as well as some of the interesting ones I've seen across the net. Once again, as stated, these are just theories and speculations. No more, no less.

First and foremost I think it's a pretty veilig bet to say that she loves him of at least started to love him based on the fact that they share similar ideologies. Both loved the idea of pure-blood supremacy. A lot of...

Greetings Fellows! I'm Isabellagirl033 and I've written this artikel to clear the confusion that many of u seem to make. I've seen and heard many people classifying Ginny Weasley as a Mary Sue character. Yikes!
Jk Rowling has made the character of Ginny Weasley a very complex one. She evolves from a shy, little girl to a fiery and outspoken redhead. The problem is that Ginny has so many positive characteristics that they overshadowed her flaws.

Ginny indeed has many flaws etc.
* In the Chamber of Secrets, Ron himself says that "Ginny never shuts up, normally" meaning that one of her flaws is...

"MUM, u bought the 'No pulp' kind again..." I grumble, grimacing with my first sip of oranje juice.

"Sorry, dear. I always forget which kind u like," she apologizes.

"It's 'SOME pulp'," I remind her for what must be the millionth time.

She scribbles something on the grocery lijst tacked to the inside of the silverware cupboard door.

"Run out and get the mail?" She asks.

I run my thumb up the stack of napkins that sits on the table. "Do I have to?"

She turns around and gives me a look that usually means No-dear-you-don't-have-to-but-if-you-don't-I'm-going-to-buy-more-no-pulp-orange-juice....