**Just a little pilot chapter to see if people think its any good. Let me know in the comments if you want more. Sorry this chapter is sad. The next one won't be.**

I spent a good hour and a half cleaning my room. Company was coming the next day for Fred's funeral and the house would be holding a maximum capacity of people. Cleaning helped take my mind off Fred and not seeing Harry for the past week. Tomorrow it would be a week since Fred was killed. I couldn't stand it. I could barely stand to wake up every morning and see life go on like nothing happened. I felt like my world had been turned upside down and then shaken. I sat down on my bed crying until I heard a gently knock on the door. I knew that knock had to be from Hermione.

"Come in." I said quietly. She opened the door and sat next to me, holding me in her lap. "It will be okay." She said, despite the pain in her voice I half believed her. "Harry will be here any minute." She continued. "He will be happy to see you, but I am sure he will understand if you don't want to see him." There was silence except for my tears. "No, no. I want to see him. I miss him." I managed to sit up and upon seeing my reflection in the mirror started crying again.

My hair was a mess as it hadn't been brushed for a few days, I had large red bags under my eyes and my face was splotchy. "Here," Hermione said, "Let's get you some tea and I'll brush your hair." We walked down the stairs in the Burrow and I drank a warm cup of tea with a cookie while Hermione brushed my hair. I heard a whoosh outside and knew it had to be Harry. I jumped up and ran out the front door towards him. He didn't say anything as I threw myself at him and wouldn't let go. He just wrapped his arms around me. I started crying again. It was a mix of happiness and sadness and I was unsure which feeling was stronger.

We walked back to the Burrow. Dinner was quiet, the only sound coming from the silverware hitting the plate and the occasional sniffle. After supper Harry and I walked upstairs to my room. Mum had said he could stay with me as long as I promised to be good. I promised. He put his things down and looked around. "You cleaned." He said simply. I nodded. "You didn't have to do that for me." He said. I sat on the bed and followed. "I miss Fred." I said without thinking. There was silence before he responded, "I know. I do too." I had cried too much today. I couldn't cry again. I fell asleep in Harry's arms and didn't cry again until the funeral the next day.