I can't take it anymore, Ginny thought to herself, staring at the blank faces of her family members. So, she ran.
She ran past the kitchen table, past the Wellington boots on the back stoop. She ran past the broom shed and the chicken coop; past the shabby old Quidditch pitch and the pond. She finally collapsed on the small dock next to the pond, tears nearly choking her.
She curled into a ball and cried with all she had. She cried for her family, for Tonks and Lupin, for Teddy, for Dumbledore, even for Snape. But for the most part, she cried for Fred.
"My brother!" she screamed, "why my brother? I loved him; I need him! We all need him!"
Her screams and sobs echoed through the air. It felt as though the air was thick with grief, not only hers but the grief of the entire wizarding world. How much they had lost. The loved ones, the friends, the homes and schools, they were all gone.
After what felt like ages, Ginny felt a hand on the small of her back and she started.
"What?" she began before being cut off.
"It's alright Gin, it's just me," George answered, with a sad attempt at a smile.
"I-I just m-m-miss hi-im s-s-so much!" Ginny sobbed into her hands, "wh-why doesn't any-nyone else m-m-miss hi-im as m-much as I do-o?'
"Oh Bug," George responded, sitting down next to her, "I miss him more than words can say."
Ginny looked up and saw, to her surprise, tears glistening in her older brother's eyes. George never let her see him cry. He promised her that he would always be strong for her.
They sat that way for a while: Ginny curled up in a ball with George's arms wrapped protectively around her.
Suddenly George started to yell. At first Ginny was startled, but then she joined him. They had both stored up so much anger and sadness over the past three months since their beloved brother's death, and they had to let it out somehow.
Soon however, the yells turned into giggles, then full out belly laughs.
"Can you imagine what Fred is saying about us right now?" George laughed, wiping happy tears from his cheek.
"Yes!" Ginny exclaimed, throwing her head back with another round of laughter, "I'm sure he thinks we're idiots."
"I know he does," George smiled, wrapping his arm around Ginny as they traipsed back towards the Burrow.
"You know Georgie," Ginny thought out loud, "I think we'll be okay in the end."
"Don't worry Gin," George replied, "I know we will."