I love you forever
I am all alone, yet completely surrounded at the same time. I see my favorite person in the whole wide world, with big, salty tears marking beautiful tracks on her face. I caused those tears, and so many others that are surrounding me both here, in this room I know so well, and across the country, across the WORLD, even. And all because I am the boy who lived.
" Harry! I know what you're thinking, and I hope you are going to stop thinking it because you KNOW it's not right."
"Hermione…… You're right, I'm sorry. It's just ……Fred, at the height of his life, and Lupin and Tonks with Teddy just born!"
Hermione nodded agreeing and sympathetically, and then gave him a supporting, sisterly hug.
"C'mon, let's go. The Weasleys will want to see you." She said over her shoulder, trying to hide her tears.
It looked like the Weasleys had a better grasp on reality than when I left them. They were still washed with a mixture of grief, and relief, as was I, but they were now trying to dry their tears and see things the way Fred would want them to see things. George had everyone chuckling at a joke that I missed. Everyone saw me enter. I was expecting a them to bristle, and turn to themselves. Instead I was tackled into a suffocating hug from Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry dear, are you allright? Hermione saw you leave and voiced her worries that you might be blaming yourself for everything that has happened" whispered Mrs. Weasley into my shoulder. She pulled back and stared into my eyes. " I just want you to know that you are amazing, and all of us still love you."
I swallowed the tears in my eyes and whispered"Thank you Mrs. Wealsey."
Mrs. Weasley went to talk to Ron. I was lost in thought when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and a chin rest on my shoulder.
"Harry." Ginny said."I just wanted you to know…… I have been in love with you since I was ten."
"Hallejulah. I'm just sorry I wasn't here sooner" I replied, and then twisted around to giver her a passionate kiss. It was like fireworks went of in my head, my usual mental response to kissing her, but everytime it happened it surprised me completely. And her hair, nothing smelled better in the WORLD than Ginny's hair. This was sanctionary. Forget Surrey, London, Ottery St. Catchpole, wherever. THIS was home.