Usual disclaimer applies: Not mine. Just playing in Jo's world.
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me once in a while
Please promise me, you'll try
Think of me. That's the last thing he had said to her before walking way at Dumbledore's funeral.
She's be thinking of him alright. Thinking how if he makes it back to her alive (she shudders at the thought that he might not actually come back to her), he's going to be dealing with something even more scary than Voldemort.
Him and his stupid hero complex, she thinks. She never would understand why he thought he had to do this alone. She sighs. At least she knows Ron & Hermione will be with him, whether he likes it or not. She takes a deep, calming breath and goes off to find Neville and Luna. She has a feeling they may need each other more than ever now.