I should think you know that I'm not JKR. If I was *dreamily looks into distance*.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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Ginny Reflects
Ginny Reflects on the death of her brother, while staring at the sleeping form of the love of her life.
It was strangely ironic, she thought. She had spent the last year worried over Harry, Harry's safety, Harry's life, yet here she sat, the war over with Harry alive, yet her brother, Fred, had left her.
And so she sat staring at him sleeping in his four-poster bed and she tried not to think, staring blankly into the face of the boy she loved. Man she loved, she corrected herself. Harry was no longer the 11 year old, innocent boy he was when she had met him, or, well gawked at.
He had been through so much, a lot of which she didn't understand. Was this a worse fate than death? Had her brother got the easy way out?
In some ways, she supposed, he had. Death was an easy path. It was blank and empty. Yet Fred had a full life ahead of him. He had ambitions, a joke shop to run with his twin, he had joy and laughter to share with many. But within seconds it had all been taken away.
Whereas Harry… She knew he had faced death before. He had known so many to die, his parents, his Godfather, his idol, the last links to his parents, his friends, and was probably more prepared to die than anyone else. And yet here he was…
Would she honestly prefer Harry to die instead of Fred?
It was definitely a death she was more prepared for, if you could ever be prepared for someone's death. Had she become this selfish, to want Harry to die in the place of Fred to make it easier for her to cope with?
Fred was family. And family, more than anything, was always her solid base… And now…
Her solid base was no longer solid. Fred was gone. George was half a person, Molly was distraught, Percy felt guilty.
She justified that it was not selfishness, but a love for her family.
Yet if it was Harry, would her family be whole? Or would it be as broken as it was from Fred? After all, Harry was as good as part of the family.
Yet she knew they would recover, eventually. The family would support each other to get through. Fred and George would help lighten the mood. Arthur would quietly say that Harry would have wanted them to be happy.
Yet now, there would be no Fred to lighten the mood. George wouldn't be able to manage it; she knew he would probably want to be left alone. Arthur would not be able to bring himself to say anything, as he would be too focused on staying strong for the family, and opening his mouth could to the end of his feigned calm.
A small cough interrupted her thoughts. Harry was waking, blinking and looking around.
"Ginny", he said quietly, sitting up.
But her mind, a jumble of thoughts only moments ago, had gone blank. She had nothing to say. She only sat beside him and hugged him tight.
Even though her brother had gone, she still had Harry. And she wasn't going to waste her time with him moping around, as she knew life could be taken away in the space of a second.
After all, she was sure it's what her brother would have wanted.
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