This fic just satisfies my need for a Harry/Ginny reunion that lines up with how I see it. I'm so selfish, I know…

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Disclaimer- I don't even have a working computer. I'm typing at work… I don't own anything. ;)

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Ch. 1

There was an eerie sort of peace within the battered old castle as Harry Potter made his way through the familiar corridors to the Gryffindor common room. It was odd, being back. It still felt as much his home as before, but Harry could find no solace in the protective confines of his sanctuary. He did his very best not to look at the broken forms littering the floor, the bloodstained walls. It wasn't that he didn't care, on the contrary, he cared so much that he feared he might not have the strength to stand if he had to look into one more pair of sightless eyes, knowing that the person behind them had left the world not knowing if their sacrifice had made any difference. It wasn't fair. Twice in Harry's short life, he had cheated death, survived on mere technicalities. Every breath that Harry took was by chance, or the grace of God.

As Harry forced his tired limbs to carry him up yet another staircase, a thought crossed his mind. The Weasleys were downstairs in the Great Hall, mourning the loss of one of their own. Fred had been a good and noble friend. He had been a good man. He had also been the brother of two of the most precious people in the world to Harry. Ron had seemed to take it bravely, Ginny even more so. But, then again, Ginny rarely broke down. Her eyes hadn't been dry when he had last seen her, but she had shown the same beautiful resolute strength that she always had. Harry felt a little sick. He should be comforting her, and here he was, thinking about pillows and roast beef sandwiches. He started to turn around to go back to the great hall, but it seemed there was no need. Ginny was standing behind him. Her hair was tangled and windblown, and she had a look of purpose and mischief about her that left Harry slightly confused. It was then that he noticed three figures standing behind her. Ron had a supportive arm around Hermione, who was sobbing quietly into his shoulder. George stood on her other side, patting her on the back in what seemed to be a gesture of comfort. He had the same fiery gleam in his eye that Harry had noticed in Ginny.

"What's going on? Has something else happened?" Harry fought off images of Death Eaters coming back in legions to avenge their fallen master. George spoke first.

"We're giving Fred a proper send-off. We don't reckon he'd have liked all this moping and slobbering. So, we've got something else in mind." He gave a smile that was a mere shadow of his usually infectious grin. Harry returned it with an exhausted and overwhelmingly sympathetic sigh. He did his best to smile at them.

"All right, what's the plan?" Ginny beamed at him. Harry felt his heart swell, and he suddenly found that he had more than enough strength to do whatever she asked of him.

"Well…" she began. Harry had a feeling that whatever it was, it probably wouldn't be legal, and it definitely wouldn't be quiet.

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A/N- Well, I know it might be a bit rushed, but I just needed to get this part in so we can get to the fluffiness. ;) Reviews earn you cookies!