Prologue: The bodies left behind by the brave and courageous souls of those who died were laid in coffins the day after Voldemort had defeated himself. There wasn't a person in the room who wasn't crying; everyone knew at the very least one person who had been killed at Voldemort's hand. The ceremony would be held at a later date, when the injured would be healed and the grieving would be able to without have a mental breakdown over all of the losses. Still, the day was solemn, and awkward. Celebration should be in order, for the Dark Lord had finally been defeated after years of torment and fear. Yet, hardly anyone in the room felt victorious. Who could blame them? How could one not feel defeated, after the deaths of so many loved ones?

Chapter 1:

The Burrow was silent, as everyone kept to themselves, which was extremely irregular for the Weasley household. But, it was to be expected. All of them had lost so many… Except, they weren't lost. They were dead. It wasn't as though, they'd just keep looking and eventually find them. They were gone, and no amount of magic could ever bring them back.

Everyone was hit hard. Mrs. Weasley was cooking up another storm. It was all she could do to keep herself stable. Her husband Arthur stayed in his room all day, only coming out for meals, with puffy red eyes that couldn't go unnoticed. And George, well he was probably hit the hardest. George, simply put, was a mess. He hadn't told even one joke since Fred died. Fred was literally the other half of him. Once he died, George felt like he'd lost half his soul. The other brothers were also grieving of course. Even Ron who tried to stay strong had broken down…And when he had Hermione was there to hold him while he wept.

But Ginny, she was another story. Harry had not seen her cry once, nor did he see her brown eyes puffy and red, they just held sadness within them. In all honesty, this worried him. She wasn't grieving as she should. Instead, she was trying to stay strong for everyone else. He loved her for that, for being strong, independent and caring about others before herself, but she had to take care of her too. Which Harry knew she wasn't doing, and that, scared him. It wasn't healthy for her to do.

Harry's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as Mrs. Weasley announced that dinner was ready. They all ate in silence looking down at their plates. Once in awhile someone would attempt to make conversation, attempting to break the silence, but nobody really had the heart to. Everyone's thoughts were plagued by the deaths; both of their loved ones, as well as Voldemort's.

Everyone looked up as they heard sobbing to see Mrs. Weasley wiping her eyes. She quickly excused herself and went outside. A few seconds after Ginny soon followed. A few minutes later Harry went into the kitchen to put his plate in the sink, and overheard Ginny and Mrs. Weasley through an open window over the sink.

"Ginny dear, I'm sorry for being such a mess, why don't you go back inside?"

"Are you sure Mum?"

"Yes dear, I just need a moment"

"Mmkay" and with that Ginny walked into the kitchen, coincidentally at the same moment Harry was in there. Their eyes met for a moment, and something indescribable passed in between them before they suddenly found the tile on the floor interesting. Ginny began to walk away when Harry stopped her by managing to choke out, "Ginny?"

'Yeah Harry?" she said turning back around. "Could I um, talk to you for a second?"

"Yea, of course."

"Somewhere a bit more private?"

"Oh, okay" And with that she walked up the old staircase leading Harry into her room. They both walked in, Ginny shutting the door behind her. After a minute of awkward silence, Harry spoke. "Ginny…" he sighed. It was hard trying to talk to her, when all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms… kiss her lips, and never let her go ever again. He felt like such a fool for pushing her away, but it was only to protect her, even though he knew he had hurt her. "Ginny" he began again, "It's not healthy to keep it all inside. I know you're hurting, I know you're in pain. You have to let it out, before it destroys you."

"Harry… I… I'm fine"

"I really don't think you are. You're keeping it all bottled inside; it's not healthy. You have to let it out. I know you're trying to be strong for everyone else. But honey, you have to take care of yourself too."

He sighed. "Ginny," he said again cupping her cheek, "I just want you to know, that when that bottle overflows, I'm here for you. I'll always be there for you. Anytime, anywhere, anyplace. It doesn't matter. I'll always be here for you."

Ginny placed her hand delicately over Harry's and moved his hand to her lips kissing it, before lowering both of their arms.

"I'm fine, really I am, but thank you Harry," she said while looking down. She didn't like lying… especially to Harry. If she was looking at him, she wouldn't have been able to do it.

"Whatever you say," he said kissing her forehead. "But I'll be here when you need me." Then, he left leaving Ginny standing there, replaying the last few minutes of what had happened in her head.