Harry Ginny
Life would never be the same again. True, Voldemort was gone, but Harry still had horrific memories about his past.
He currently stood at the edge of the Astronomy Tower, contemplating life. He wouldn't commit suicide. Suicide was just hurting somebody else. And he had done too much of that.
And then, suddenly, a rustle.
Harry started. He looked over the handrail, and looked at the window frame below.
An Owl.
A Snowy Owl. With pericing, intelligent eyes.
Harry gasped. It- it couldn't be...?
It was.
Quickly coming to his senses, he realised that Hedwig was hurt. He wouldn't lose her again. Climbing down the railing, he put one foot on window frame. He didn't really care if he was seen.
Ginny was tired. Tired physically and emotionally. She had so much on her mind right now. Fred, oh God, Fred, her parents, the future of Hogwarts, the remaining Death Eaters, and...Harry.
As she walked up the Astronomy Tower, to clear some rock from the classroom, she thought only of Harry.
She didn't know what to do with him. He didn't speak to anyone anymore. But she, Ron and Hermione knew what he was doing.
Blaming himself for this.
She had to get him to see sense.
And fast.
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