"You broke him. It's all your fault. It you hadn't left him there, if you hadn't given him the information-" Ginny stopped her tearful ranting, swiping away her tears.

She hadn't intended to yell at a grave, but her anger over took her in that moment. Albus Dumbledore had done the most damage to the love of her life.

He may not have been the one who tried to kill Harry, and he definitely wasn't the one who wanted power, but if he hadn't told Harry those things, if he had trusted some one older... then maybe Harry wouldn't be in a hospital room staring at the wall, his green eyes broken.

"It's your fault, and it will always be your fault. I trusted you. No, he trusted you. He trusted you with his life, and you threw away his trust like it was nothing."

Ginny heard her name being called, but she ignored it. She was angry, and she didn't care about respect or people.

Only Harry mattered now, and even though yelling at a stone wouldn't change anything, it was making her feel better.

"Ginny, give it a rest. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore needs a break from people yelling," Hermione said, and Ginny allowed herself to be pulled away, but she heard Ron, he was saying something.

"You didn't just break Harry, y'know."

"Hey, Harry," Ginny greeted softly, but he didn't respond. It had been three years. Three years of white walls and silence. The healers didn't even know what was wrong.

Some days were worse than others. Some days, you could put a plate of food in front of him, and he'd eat it. Some days, you had to feed him.

But Ginny didn't care. She would stay with him until he got better.

She'd heard the healers talking a while ago. They were saying he'd might never get better, that the killing curse killed him, just not physically.

But if that were true, he wouldn't have been able to kill Voldemort.

Therefore, she didn't trust them.

With sad eyes, she sat down beside Harry on the bed, and held his hand.

"Do you think she'll ever realise?" Ron asked softly, watching his sister sit on the bed. Hermione looked at Ron for a moment, before turning back to the window.

"The healers-" Ron cut her off sharply, shaking his head.

"Do you think she'll ever realise?" He had stopped trusting people after the battle. He only trusted Hermione and her intellect. She was the only one who was always right, the only one worth listening to.

"No."

Ron sighed, and walked away from the window that allowed people to keep an eye on Ginny Weasley in her hospital room, where she would spend the rest of her days.