SPOILER ALERT!

Please do not read this story if you have not read the amazing Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, because it will give things away that I really dearly wish never to give away to anyone who is interested in reading the books. I have, though, used a code name for the name of someone who died. I will be calling him 'Rodent' and those of you who have read it can probably guess whom that is. If you continue reading this story and you have not read the last book of Harry Potter, than it is your own fault if you find out who dies. I also own no characters of this book - All characters who you recognise come from the imagination of JKR, not mine (:

A short chapter, just explaining what Ginny's feeling and everything. Things will start to happen in the next chapter.

The war was over.

But somehow, it wasn't.

It didn't feel like it.

The war had chipped bits of my heart and my soul, and I had this feeling that it would never truly be over.

Rodent had died. My heart felt like it was going to explode. I was going to explode. I couldn't bear the crying. I couldn't hear it any longer. I just wished that everyone had stayed in that room with me… The Room of Requirement. Because if they did, then we could've stayed safe. Yes, we could all be well right now. But they left. And so did I. And I had killed. So what if they had been Death Eaters? I had still shrieked the spells and hexes. I had killed. Everyone had killed. And others had died. Rodent had died.

I remember seeing Harry, thinking he was dead. It was the most wretched feeling ever. That was the point where my body had changed – where it had refused to cry.

I hadn't cried for the last two weeks. I hadn't cried in the funerals. I hadn't cried at home, in my room, where no one was watching. No. My life consisted of a living hell inside of me, and the nightmares. They were always the same – Harry who I thought had been dead, Rodent sitting on the table with his still form, with two others who I loved dearly beside him, and Bellatrix Lestrange in front of me, about to fire… No. My life consisted of a living hell inside of me, and the emotionless face that no one looked at any more.

I hadn't smiled for so long, nor cried or scowled or showed any signs of emotion. I knew this not because I sat in front of a mirror all day, but because when I ate or spoke, it felt strange to move my face.

Harry was staying with us at the Burrow, and Hermoine, too. But the most surprising to be with us was none other than Luna Lovegood. We all loved her, and sometimes she flickered some kind of emotion inside of me with her weird comments, but I never really knew what that emotion was. All the same, I enjoyed her being with us. She, too, had lost someone – her father. Although, she took it more graciously. Dad tried to follow suit, but the rest of us never bothered to make an effort on how we took it all.

Today, we were going to Bill and Fleur's house. Harry, Ron, Hermoine, Luna, Dad and I. We stopped in front of the small cottage. It hadn't been a long drive, but I felt stiff as I got out of the car. The aura was almost as mellow as The Burrow's, which was somewhat surprising, seeming Fleur was never that close to Rodent.

"Ginny." She said, in her thickly French-coated accent.

"Fleur." I replied, and once again it felt strange to move my face.

"Can I see you?" She asked.

I looked at her in confusion for a moment, hesitating.

"Okay…"

"Alone, please."

She walked to the garden, everyone else seeming oblivious, going into the house after Bill.

"I'm sorry Ginny." She said, and it seemed as though I was looking at a completely different woman, for she had worried lines on her face that I'd never seen before. She looked genuinely, and strangely, worried.

"Why should you be sorry?" I murmured.

"Rodent…" She said.

I flinched.

"Sorry… Look… we're family, are we not?"

It took me a moment, but I found myself nodding.

"Well… it seems as though I haven't been treating you like family… I think I should… After what's happened…"

I was under great shock. Fleur of all people was talking to me about this. No one had spoken to me about it. No one had spoken to anyone about it.

There was an awkward silence.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for not treating you like family. You're the youngest in the family, and in any way that I can help, I will."

And without another word, she left me in her yard, feeling speechless. I was kind of pissed. It had taken someone to die for her to realise that she was being completely rude to me.

Sighing, I went into the house, too, giving 'the grave' a single look. Everyone was seated at their long table. They used to have a small, round one, but when Harry, Hermoine and Ron had showed up with the goblin, they decided that they better get another one.

I went to sit between Luna and Hermoine. No one was talking, save Bill and Dad. We all knew they were trying to ease the mood a bit… But they were talking about Hogwarts, of all things, which only caused more pain, if anything. Hogwarts, the place where it'd all happened. The place where I used to call my second home, now a place where I never wanted to go back…

I abruptly left the table, going to the bathroom. I locked the door and lay facedown on the tiles. It was nice and cool, and I didn't have to think about anything…

I woke up to a thumping sound. I jolted upright.

"Ginny?"

It was Hermoine.

"Sorry, sorry." I muttered, arranging my hair in the mirror.

"Are you alright in there, Ginny?"

"I fell asleep," I said, opening the door.

One of her eyebrows were arched.

"You fell asleep in the bathroom?" She asked.

I nodded. "I haven't been sleeping well…"

"So let's go to Bill's place where we can all have a slumber party in their bathroom!" She said.

We both said nothing for a minute. She sighed.

"That's not good, Ginny…"

"I know."

"Well, Bill and Arthur are talking in the garden, now…"

Nodding, I walked around her and back to the dining room.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

"She was just… tired." Hermoine said.

"Where's Luna?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Uh, Fleur wanted to talk with her… go figure." Ron said.

"She talked to me, too…" I said.

They all looked at me, questioningly.

"It was nothing." I mumbled.

Harry was looking at me with an expression of… pity? It was annoying, and looking at Ron and Hermoine, I realised they were as well.

"What?" I asked.

They shook their heads, searching for another subject to talk about.

It was a long night, and I kept feeling myself dragging off to sleep. It was a relief when Dad finally said we were leaving.

In the car, Hermoine was questioning Luna about what Fleur was talking to her about. Luna blushed, but otherwise said nothing. Hermoine gave up, a cross look on her face.

It was horrible at home. It always was. No one really spoke, less than we did at Bill's place.

And qhat Fleur had said to me, soon left my mind, and instead I was focusing on the sheer determination to get through another night.

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