He looked so peaceful. So blissfully serene. If she hadn't known any better she would have thought him sleeping. But unfortunately she did. They all did. She eyed the raven-haired man in front of her, admiring his wonderfully handsome face, for the last time.

"It's a shame his eyes are closed" she thought ... "he had such beautiful eyes". She would have like to have said goodbye to them too. The sun was shining unusually bright, as if he had sent them their own personal sun. And perhaps he had. It was so typical of Harry, telling everyone not to worry, that he would be just fine...to carry on with their lives. But the strikingly beautiful red head who gazed on the half open casket couldn't just simply carry on. True she was still living, her organs were all functioning. Well all except for the one slightly left on her chest; where there was now a gaping hole that only the cold man in front of her could fill.

She sighed and looked up, her red and golden locks catching some of Harry's light. She saw her family and friends- well what was left of them. Hermione was sobbing, choking on her tears and sputtering. An equally distressed Ronald was holding her, tears running down his face and dripping off his long nose. She saw her Mum and Dad, and as expected, her mother was sobbing just as hard if not harder then Hermione. Her father stood still, with his arm around her. Unmoving.

Next she saw her brother George mourning his own loss, Fred, who was half George's soul who had departed, and left George with nothing but a shell. He too was crying, but only an occasional tear would present itself. Bill and Charlie were at George's side. Fleur was tear streaked, but still exceptionally beautiful. Ginervera Weasley looked back to the casket. This was the third funeral this week, and there were more to come. For some reason, she couldn't cry, no, she wouldn't cry. That's not what Harry would have wanted. Instead she tried not to avoid everyone, or seclude herself, sometimes this task seemed almost hopeless, all she really felt like doing was curling up in a ball away from everyone, and have time to herself. But she couldn't, she knew her family needed her. But she secretly promised herself and Harry that she would shed no tears. She would be the rock for this family. Her family. Harry's family.

Everyone was dealing with Harry's death in different ways; Hermione hadn't spoken a word to anyone since she had first seen his body. Ron wasn't much better; he too was almost silent, only speaking the occasional word to Hermione. Through everything they managed to form a romantic relationship, a deep and loving one. Of course Mum was going mad; she burst into tears at any moment. At the simplest thing, an unwashed dish, or a pesky gnome that had found its way into her boots. Dad had taken personal time off was always the first to comfort her. George just stayed shut in his room all day. Mum just bringing up meals. She didn't even fight him on coming down. The family was falling apart. But Ginny was determined to help. True, she had secluded herself on occasion, but she was intent on helping her mother on the most mundane tasks, which was truly needed.

She couldn't stand sitting anymore, doing nothing was driving her mad. So she stood, and walked to the casket, saying her last goodbye. She loved this man so much; everyone had tried to persuade her to move on when she was younger, to find another to fill his void. But no one could, so she found herself dating too many boys to count. She held out her hand and delicately touched his. For a moment she almost felt the spark she had always felt whenever they touched. Ginny then realized that it was only her overactive imagination. His face was pale, making the shiny scar that adorned his forehead stand out more. She caressed it with her index finger; she loved every part of him, even the one that had connected him to evil. There was a half smile on his lips, almost a smirk, showing his mischievous side. She loved that side of him. She loved every side of him. And she always would.

Taking one last look at the peaceful man before her, she closed her eyes and quietly whispered "I love you," turning her back on the only man she would ever love, forever.

Halfway back to the house she decided to take a detour to her favorite place at the Burrow. The tree next to a small pond where she had spent most of her summer days as a child, dreaming about who else but the famous Harry Potter? She had learned to ride a broom here, and preformed her first magical act of levitating her annoying brother Fred as he tried to put a bug in her hair. She almost smiled for a second, remembering the good times she had. But as soon as she felt the corners of her mouth turn upward, her muscles seized, turning her half smile into a grimace. She noticed a flash of familiar red hair among the green that scattered the area. Percy was at the foot of the tree bent over, crying. Ginny went over to him and put her arm around him comfortingly.

"She's dead you know" he muttered. Ginny instantly knew who he was talking about.

"I know," was all Ginny could reply.

"We were engaged. We were going to have the wedding this Christmas here." He said somberly. Ginny was surprised, but she knew they would eventually get married. Penelope Clearwater had Been Percy's girlfriend since Ginny's first year. There were no more words to be said so they sat there in silence. If it had been under any other circumstances, Ginny would have thought it nice. Eventually Percy decided to get up muttering something about "getting some air," which was odd because they were already outside. Ginny stayed for a few more minutes, taking in the sunset, Harry's sunset.

She finally made her way into her house, careful not to make eye contact with anyone who would ask her where she was going or why she was leaving. As she entered the kitchen, she noticed it was completely empty, and enjoyed the solitude for a moment. But she was wrong; she was most definitely not alone. She noticed a sniffling sound. Her hand automatically gripped her wand, something she had always kept with her after the final battle. Her guard was constantly up. She heard sniffling, and noticed that a very low-looking Neville was sitting in the corner. She slid down next to him, her muscles screaming as she did so. She was so tired...

"Why are you in here? Everyone else is outside...with..." She trailed off looking at her shoes.

"I could ask the same about you" he said his hands covering his face. Ginny decided to tell him the truth.

"I couldn't take it anymore. There's so much sadness, and I couldn't stand to see...Fred and Harry that way." She struggled to get the names out of her mouth. Neville didn't fail to notice.

"You loved him so much didn't you?" He asked finally taking his hands off his face. Ginny looked straight into his eyes, and answered:

"Well of course I miss him, we were related," Ginny said obviously trying to avoid the one man she did not want to talk about.

"Him too, but you know what I mean, Harry, you miss him too right?" Neville replied trying to keep focused on Harry. Ginny decided to tell him the truth.

"Yes. So much so that it's hard to breathe sometimes, knowing he will never be around. I half expect him to come bursting through the door...his hair all windswept from Quiddich and his face...all flustered" She trailed off again, thinking about his perfect hair.

"I'm so sorry," Neville said, his eyes turned down.

"Ill be ok, the wizarding world is safe from harm, and the world is flat again. Everyone can sleep soundly." Ginny replied.

"Except you" Neville said. Looking worse then ever. "I'm sorry" he repeated.

"For what?" Ginny repeated getting slightly irritated.

"It should have been me," he said. "I should be the one in a casket" The prophecy should have been for me, I should have had to deal with this not him. Volde-...mort got it wrong. Harry should be living...not me" He concluded. Ginny's mouth was wide open. The white hot anger that had been building up for the past few weeks was about to be unleashed.

"What is WRONG with everybody?" She raged. "I'm so sick and tired of everyone playing the hero, and trying to take on the pain single-handedly. That's exactly what Harry did and it got him killed!" She said. But she knew it wasn't true. She was practically screaming now, and the silence that was before with Neville went if possible even more quiet. "So please everyone stop blaming themselves for what happened!" Harry gave his life for us so that we could be free. So did Fred, and Tonks...and countless others who died for our cause. SO PLEASE HARRY, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!" ...Neville now looked positively shocked.

Ginny sighed and said "I'm sorry Neville, I didn't mean that. You didn't deserve that. I'm just angry I guess." Neville was as silent as ever.

Until he opened his mouth and said..."Y-...You called me Harry." Ginny looked at him as if he was crazy.

"Neville..."

..."You called me Harry" he repeated more firmly. Ginny was bewildered. Why would she have said that? ...

"I'm sorry Neville," she repeated again, and with that she disappeared up the stairs and into her room.