"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
-Edna St. Vincent Millay

“It’ll be okay,” Harry said.

“I know, but right now it doesn’t seem like it will.”

Ginny nudged Harry’s arm and gave him a look. He sighed.

“Okay well I have some news,” he said loudly.

Life was incredibly chaotic at the moment. It never seemed like Harry’s life was ever quiet. Death was always around the corner, lurking in the shadows, hiding from him until it would jump out and surprise him when he was least expecting it. Surprise had become part of Harry’s daily life now it seemed.

Harry held the paper between his fingers for quite a while longer, reading and rereading the same few sentences.

Not realizing Harry was there, Ginny continued to throw snowballs until she hit Harry. Her face immediately turned redder than before and she looked sheepish.

“Harry. I didn’t know were standing there. Hi,” Ginny said.

“I was um just coming to um get Teddy.”

"I love you Ginny," Harry said interrupting the silence.

"Mmm." She murmured. "I love you more than you'll ever know."