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A/N- I'm not keen on this, but I posted it just to see what people thought :) (Sorry for the rubbish title too) So please review to help me improve it! Thanks x
Might contain spoilers?
Harry sighed, and looked at his watch. It was nearing midnight- the rest of the house was quiet. He looked behind him at Ron and Hermione who were whispering together at the other side of Ron's bedroom. Harry was sitting on the windowsill looking out at the Muggle world. There were going to be celebrations, after the funerals and ceremonies. Harry felt he needed to go to as many of the services as he could- he wanted to be a part of the suffering and he wanted to share the sorrow.
A tear slid silently down Harry's face. He let it fall, not wanting to hint to Ron and Hermione that he was crying.
Harry had never known the wizarding world so peaceful. He had lived a muggle existence for ten years, and after that his life became an escape, avoiding situations where he could be killed by Voldemort. That was the aim- to survive. Now that there was nothing to escape from, Harry felt lost. Risking his life was not something he enjoyed, but it gave him a goal, some point in his life. It sounded stupid, even to himself, so he hadn't told anybody this.
"Harry," whispered a voice from behind him. He jerked his head round, forgetting to wipe off the single tear staining his face, "Oh, Harry, don't cry," Ginny wiped the tear away, frowning.
"Hey Ginny. Sorry, I was just...thinking," Harry confided. Ginny sat down on the windowsill, facing the room. She took Harry's hand and squeezed it.
"I know it's hard for you," she said simply," but everybody needs you. You're the one who saved us, they need you, all of them."
Harry nodded. He had tried not to think of all the deaths since the end of the Final Battle, but now everything came flooding into his mind. The unfairness of it all took over him; it could so easily have been anybody, lying there with the shadow of death upon their face.
"How are your parents? How are your brothers?" Harry asked, turning to face Ginny with concern on his face.
"Well, they've been better. But I guess they're doing well, you know, considering,"
As Harry looked into Ginny's eyes, Fred's face swam into his mind. He scrunched up his face and more tears trickled down his face.
"Sorry, I'm just being stupid," Harry muttered, embarrassed.