Downstairs, Molly yelled at her twin sons for blowing yet another thing up, Remus and Kingsley spoke in low voices in a corner, Mundungus smoked his pipe, Fleur was writing up a report for Gringotts and Bill was just sitting, staring at the wall. But Ginny Weasley didn't know those things because Ginny was in her room, the only person not wanting to be surrounded by others at times like this. Times when the bloody war raged on and everybody held their breath each morning and evening for the Prophet that any day could tell them what had happened to their beloved saviour. Him. Oh, how Ginny Weasley would give almost anything for a sign that he was okay.
Harry Potter.
So as Ginny curled into a ball on her mattress she thought to him as though she could send him a telepathic message.
Harry, if you're listening stay safe for Mum, she would be so upset if anything happened to you. Stay safe for Dad, who would miss you. Be safe for Fred and George, who see you as a brother. Stay safe for Remus and Tonks' soon-to-be baby, who will need his Godfather. Stay safe for the wizarding and Muggle world, which needs a saviour. But most of all stay safe for me.
I just need you.