This is my first story, I have no clue how long this is going to be but I will try my hardest to wrap it up and not just leave it hanging. Reviews are appreciated as I have never before shared any of my writing and would love to improve. All characters belong to the Goddess J.K. Rowling, I only wish to fill in the gaps!
Fred was gone. He would never apparate into her room again. He would never bring her favorite lemon scones when she had a bad day. Dead. As simple as that could be. Ginny curled up under her covers. She never cried. It was something for silly girls and children. However, all she had gotten done in the past weeks was cry. She wanted to stay and bed and cry and be held like the child she seemed to feel like. That was just not Ginny Weasley. The problem was that Ginny didn't know where that particular Ginny Weasley seemed to be anymore.
George was as mobile as a brick. He'd sit in their old room, not speaking, not eating, not sleeping. Sure if someone made him come downstairs he would. Only that's all he would do. He'd come down. He'd sit, and when he was allowed to leave he'd go right back up to their room to do the same. Half of him was missing, and it wasn't coming back. Often enough, George wondered what was the point of being there, if half of him was missing and never coming back.
Harry Potter sat on the spare bed in Ron Weasley's bedroom. Rod had been sullen and quiet these past weeks. Harry, however, was the complete opposite. He was up with the sun every morning, preparing every meal for the Weasley family, cleaning and making repairs to the Burrow. After months of standing empty, the house had been torn apart by deatheaters in search of answers. He had even unpacked the items the family had taken with them while staying with Auntie Muriel. In reality Harry felt guilty, very guilty. The deaths of too many were weighing on his shoulders, Lupin, Tonks, the Creevey brothers, Fred, Dobby, and so many more, but especially Fred.
So Harry had begun working every day for the benefit of everyone else. By doing whatever he could for everyone around him, Harry hoped that someday, somehow, he'd be forgiven for the losses caused by his mere presence. Harry had not cried; he had not grieved. He hadn't even acknowledged how own aches or heartbreak. Harry wanted so badly to have Ginny near again. He even thought, had hoped, actually, that she would be there ready and waiting when it was all over. Once he had known he was still alive in the forest, every movement he made was to get back to her. He had been selfless, ready to die for them all, but once that was over and he was still alive, he was going to do whatever it took to get back to Ginny and never leave her again. The only problem was, once it was all over, Ginny wouldn't speak to him. She wouldn't look at him, it was like being invisible all the time to the only person you wanted to be able to see you. Therefore, he just kept doing what he had to do. Living to make their lives easier, and hopefully gain some form of forgiveness.
"DINNER!" Harry called up the stairs. Everyone filed down and took their places at the table. Harry had already preserved every plate. He found if he didn't, no one would actually eat. This way he knew who was actually eating and who wasn't. As Mr. Weasley, the last down the stairs took his seat, Harry took his chair halfway down the table. Ginny was on the far end. He glanced up at her, trying to catch her eye. She stared resolutely at her mashed potatoes and chicken. Glancing down at his own plate he began to eat.
"We caught three more deatheaters today." Mr. Weasley stated in between bites.
After a moment of silence of no one responding, Harry decided it would have to be him to carry this conversation. Mr. Weasley had been working diligently to reform the Ministry after the war and the last two months had had him running day and night for Minister Shacklebolt. "That's wonderful Mr. Weasley" and after another bite, "Kingsley has offered me a position with the Aurors. If I accept it, I will begin training September first. "
There was a clatter, Ginny had dropped her fork to her plate. Staring up at Harry, her eyes began to well up with tears she couldn't keep down. She bolted. Out the back door and into the orchard she was running at full speed. The table all stared at Harry as he looked on in shock. He couldn't even see her anymore even though she'd left the door wide open. Ron began to rise from his seat, but Harry stood and waived him off. If anyone was going after Ginny it was going to be him. It was his fault anyway.
