Ginny's hands shook and she so desperately wanted to take his hand, just to know it was all going to be ok. "I'm just scared, Harry," she said in a soft voice.
She pulled her knees to her chest, trying very hard to control her emotions. "This was always my plan. I could have gone in there, and made friends. Blaise was going to help me. Yes, I know I wouldn't get as far as a Black heir, but I would have gotten something. I would have also made some contacts to help me otherwise. Contacts for my future."
"This was more than just finding out who killed Mum, this was a shot at a future beyond being Ginny Weasley. A shot at being something more than my parents. I can't do this espionage stuff forever, Harry. I have my own dreams I am going to persue one day."