Ginny's POV. This was written for hondagirl's One Year Challenge. Please review! :) Chapters will be short drabbles.
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I don't know who I am.
I don't know who I am...
In this one year, just one year since the battle, I still swear that I don't know what it is to smile. I can close my eyes and see Fred's face... Oh, of course, he's laughing. Always. His eyes are lit up and his nose is wrinkled, like it is when he smiles. Laughter was what Fred lived for, and the war was no laughing matter. That's why he died. No more laughter in the world meant no more Fred. No more shining eyes or innocent smiles as a prank is pulled.
How do you smile? What is it like?