Harry opened his eyes blearily, squinting against the bright light in his face. He blindly groped for his glasses, shoving them on when he heard a noise next to him.
"Don't worry. It's just me," a soft, familiar voice murmered .
In a wave of realization, images of the previous day played before his eyes like a movie.
Harry sat up right so suddenly that his neck cracked. Panting heavily, he turned to face Ginny and immediately lost his breath somewhere in the vicinity of his throat.
Even though her hair was tousled and dirty, and face streaked with mood and blood, and her robes ripped heavily, she was still the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
He didn't know which one moved first, but it didn't matter; suddenly, she was in his arms. And even though the pain of Fred, Tonks, and Remus' deaths was far from healed, he knew that with time it would be. Somehow, they would make it through this, and when they did, they would know that everything they lost, everything they fought for, would be worth it.