"I know what you mean," Ginny admitted. "I hate the idea of more of my family coming here, being trapped here, but I ... but I want them here." She wanted Harry here more than anything, but at the same time if he was here ... did that mean her children would be alone?
"I wouldn't know what it was like to be on my own," Ginny said quietly. "I was the youngest and the only girl in my family. Six brothers. Then it was school, and after that it was ... life with Harry and our friends from school. I've never been alone." And she wasn't, even now. There were the people she was living with, and all the other misplaced people she hadn't met yet.
"If this was something voluntary, I don't think I'd mind so much," she murmured. It was nice enough here, the panic of having to find a job and a place to live aside. But since it was involuntary and unexpected ... well, if Ginny ever found out who'd done it, there would be words.