It was probably the first really normal thing he had done once the long procession of funerals had ended. His muggle clothes were in tatters from ten straight months of camping and at a certain point, enough had to be enough. The trip to muggle London would be as productive as possible. There were certain benefits of being a muggle, and technology was a big one. Ron and Ginny seemed confused by the plan, but Hermione had seen the brilliance of the whole thing. Owls had a place in the world, but the instantaneous nature of texting seemed even better. They wouldn't work everywhere in the magical world but it would make contacting each other when they were all living apart easier. Harry's flat was ready and tonight was his last night at the Weasley's, Hermione was moving back home to her parents until the summer was over.

Three shops later Harry was weighed down by a handful of shirts, a couple pairs of pants, and four smart phones. He wasn't quite sure when phones had become so smart, but he was sure that they had become smarter than he was. Not for the first time, Harry was thankful for Hermione's seemingly never-ending knowledge. She most certainly would be able to explain all the features that the salesman prattled on about. He never seemed to notice that Harry couldn't care less about the features, Harry just needed four phones.

Mrs. Weasley didn't converse with anyone, but she seemed to keep up a constant stream of cooking. Food no one ate filled the table at every point. Muffins, biscuits, cakes, pies, roasts, vegetables, every plausible food item that could be cooked seemed to appear at any given point. Maybe that's how she was coping, but everyone was worried about her. George never left his room, and Mr. Weasley spent most his time in the shed, tinkering. The battle had ended a little over a month ago and people were coping the best they could.

Dinner had been a strange, but delicious, combination of roast, potatoes, eggs, fruit tart, and pasta. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had all eaten together, everyone else was back in their own home or in their own rooms. Meals especially seemed to be a somber occasion, but tonight at least had the silver lining of something to look forward to after their last meal all living together.

The foursome retired to the living room, preparing for their eminent separation. Hermione was the most organized, immediately unboxing four pre-charged cell phones and organizing paperwork and cords into piles. Ron and Ginny started a game of wizard's chess, less interested in phones than the others. While he wouldn't ever admit it, Harry spent the evening watching Ginny. They had spent the night after the battle discussing what they had each done while Harry was on the run, discussing their relationship, but no conclusion had really been reached. Harry, trying to maintain at least the most basic level of respect didn't want to broach the subject again. But he couldn't keep himself from looking at her, watching to make sure she was okay. The grief was evident in everything does, all motions she made seemed riddled with pain. She was alive though, and while Harry would have given anything to take away her sadness, he was sickeningly grateful that it wasn't her who had died.

"Alright, I've got them all set up with each other's numbers. Harry's is the black one," Hermione's statement was punctuated by handing Harry a black phone. "Ron is silver," she stretched her arm out as Ron and Ginny approached them. Harry sat on the couch, and Ginny sat down on the floor in front of Hermione, next to Harry's knees. "Ginny's is gold, and mine's pink!" Sliding down on the floor, Harry glanced over at Ginny. She held the phone gingerly, as though she was uncertain what it would do.

Ron and Hermione sat together, heads bent, laughing at something Hermione was trying to explain. While happy for his friends, Harry was jealous of the ease between the two of them. Ever since the battle there was no question, they were a pair. They had broken up the trio and left a couple and a singleton. They lived in absolute certainty, meanwhile Harry merely existed in limbo.

"So, what do I do with this? This was your brilliant idea wasn't it? Gotta follow through Potter," she said it was an air of teasing that gave Harry a mild hope that they would be happy again someday.

"Oh, yeah. Okay. So, um, just push on that little round button on the front. So now you just have to drag your finger across the screen, like a swipe," Harry was certain of absolutely nothing in life except that he was doing a very poor job of explaining how to use a phone.

"Agh! What's it doing?" Ginny shrieked and threw the phone down in front of her.

"It's fine, you just turned on the front facing camera," he couldn't help but snicker at her reaction to seeing her reflection in the camera. "Here, see?" Harry held the phone up in front of Ginny and leaned in so they were both in the frame.

"And you can take a picture like that?"

"Yeah, just push this button on the side."

Ginny reached up and pressed the little button and a shutter sound emitted from the phone, capturing a frame of the pair looking at each other.

It wasn't the best picture, but it was the only picture of the two of them together that existed. It was priceless.