Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, I don't own Harry Potter, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
Ginny had been staring at the sight of her brother for a while, but she found she couldn't look away. His face was light and happy; it was obvious he was laughing when it happened. But his eyes…his eyes were cold and un-seeing…dead. He was dead.
Her brother was dead.
A new wave of agonizing pain swept through her. Ginny felt her heart breaking into a billion pieces. She finally tore her eyes away from Fred to look at the rest of her family.
Her mother, who looked so broken. Her father, who was trying to hold it together. Bill, who was beginning to look sick at the sight. Charlie and Percy, who were expressionless, trying to suppress the pain most likely. George, who'd just witnessed his twin die. And Ron, whose stony resolve was fading quickly.
The next thing she knew, someone was shaking her, and she was ready to slap them. Didn't they see her brother, who's been there for her no matter what, who helped her get over her break-up with Harry, who always cheered her up when she was sad, was dead? Fred…
"Gin?"
Her eyes sapped open and she blinked back the tears in her eyes. Harry's face was full of concern.
She must've been whimpering again. She did that, but only when she had that nightmare. (Although, it technically wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Maybe the right word would be flashback.) Harry started noticing when they moved in together, but was afraid to say anything. Until one night, Ginny woke up and shook him awake, explaining that she kept seeing Fred lying dead on the floor all over again. Ever since then, he knew to wake her up, should she show any signs of having the flashback.
Ginny rolled into his side and buried her face into his chest.
"I miss him."
"I know you do. I do too."
That was all they needed to say. Both of them knew that Fred couldn't be brought back. Both of them knew nothing could possibly make either of them feel better.
So, instead, they held each other, knowing that the pain would never pass, but would hopefully be overshadowed with good memories and happy times.
And that was good enough for them.
*Author's Note*Flames are indeed welcome. I hope you liked it, but if not, I'm sorry. This, surprisingly, has no inside jokes in it...
Huh...
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