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It's not the fighting that's hard. Ginny's always been a fighter.
It's the waiting that's the hardest. It's in the midst of blood and noise and adrenaline, of fear for her life pounding through her veins, that she forgets Harry. She's armed and ready and in the midst of life and death there is no time for green eyes.
But when she waits, when her eyes flicker to the window, them he comes back to her. After a long day, when they are bloody and battered and they need hope, more than anything, hope and bravery and a reminder that they have to go on—
That is when she misses Harry, because that is what he does. He looks at the important things, because nothing else ever occurs to him. And she hates him for it as much as she loves him for it, because it only tells her heart what her mind already knows—perhaps one day she will be the important thing, but that will only happen in peace and this—this is war.
And she waits, because that is a battle in itself.
Short but sweet. I wanted an explanation, I think, as to why Ginny didn't protest when Harry left her.
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