What If Ginny had died in the Chamber of Secrets?

 Harry Potter's Point of View

I am on the Hogwarts Express, on my way back to the Dursleys after an awful year at Hogwarts. Firstly, people were convinced that I was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, and after that, I had witnessed my best friend, Ron's, sister be crushed by the dead body of the basilisk in the Chamber. If the body had only fallen ten feet away from her, she would have been alive today. I had already made plans to stay at the Weasleys, but they were still in mourning and I felt as though they needed time to recover, so here I am, sitting with Hermione, on my way back to my horrible aunt, uncle, and cousin, Dudley's, house, or as I like to call it, hell. Hermione has told me over and over that Ginny's death was not my fault, and deep down I know that she is right, but a big part of me feels that somehow I could have prevented her death. But now, I can't think about what could have happened. If I keep thinking about it, I will never get over Ginny's death. I look at Hermione. Beautiful, smart, kind Hermione. Suddenly a thought pops into my head. What if Hermione came to the Dursleys with me? It would only be one more mouth to feed, and she doesn't even eat that much anyway. I lean over to Hermione and say, "I know this whole stiuation has been very hard on you. Ginny was your best friend, after all. Listen, do you want to spend the summer at the Dursleys with me? It would make living there a whole lot better, and we could take our minds off what happened." Hermione does an awkard, disappointed smile. "Harry, as much as I would love to spend the summer with you, I know that my family has missed me very much and want to be with me too. And they are going to be waiting with me at the train station anyway, so its too late to ask now. But we can still hang out sometime. Maybe I'll drop by like Ron did in the flying car!" We both laugh, remembering the time Ron rescued me from the Dursleys, with Uncle Vernon screaming at the top of his lungs when we drove away. Those were good memories, memories that were made before the Chamber of Sercets was opened. Now not only was I going to spend the summer with a sadness about what happened to Ginny, but I will also have to spend it in my cupboard under the stairs.