Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is a tribute to all those lost in the second wizarding war. I was bored and wrote this while at a friend's house yesterday. Please review! =)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the setting.

Ginny's POV

It's so quiet around here without you, brother. Not nearly as many laughs without you here.

We miss you, Fred. Come back soon.

Harry and I edged around a table in the kitchen, trying to get away before Mum started crying again. Dad was always silent these days, and so were the rest of my brothers – George, especially, was broken; he'd been wrenched apart from the inside out, it seemed.

Ron was in bad shape, always in the orchard on his Cleansweep, flying as fast as he could, living off the risk. Some days, not even Hermione could bring him down. Our family was fraying at the seams.

Though only Fred was truly gone, the loss of Lupin, Tonks, and Moody had wounded us all, Harry the most. He'd lost many people he considered family in the war – three father figures included. He'd lost Hedwig. He'd lost Dobby. He constantly held my hand these days; it seemed like he was always looking at me desperately, as if making sure I was still there.

I think that out of anybody, though, I miss Fred the most – next to George, of course. He was always kind to me, passing me sweets under the table so I would eat whatever it was that Mum had burned. Sometimes, when it was just us, he'd let me ride George's broom and we'd pass a ball back and forth in the orchard. I was their first taste-tester, but Fred took care of me when his trick candies made me sick. He felt responsible, and though he was, took care of me more than he really had to.

Bill stopped by occasionally, Fleur usually wrapped up against the cold, held protectively in his arms. It was particularly quiet when he was around – we were all a little afraid of offending him these days, considering his condition. He'd cut off his ponytail in favor of a new, shaggy hairstyle, but the earring had stayed. We loved him with everything we had – given he had nobody but us and Fleur left, we gave him everything we could.

Charlie stayed away.

Percy never had enough time.

Mum and Dad never parted.

Hermione and Ron were together, even when he was trying to get himself killed by a tree branch.

George was dead inside. He wasn't completely right in the head or the heart anymore.

Harry and I stuck together like glue, always afraid of losing each other.

Fred lay buried, deep in the ground, his joking forever silenced.

Oh, how it hurt sometimes. My chest ached; my head couldn't take it in. For almost a month, I kneeled in front of his grave every night for the entire night, crying my eyes out, with Harry sitting silently next to me. Eventually, I'd fall asleep, still weeping, with my head on his shoulder, and we'd both wake up in the dirt the next morning.

This is what the war did to me.

This is what the war did to my boyfriend.

This is what the war did to my family.

This is what the war did to our world.

This is for all who suffered during the fight, and all who are still in pain because of it. Here's to you, and hoping we can all survive by holding each other up.

We'll make it. That's a promise. Tomorrow will come.

I hope we see them all again someday.

The world doesn't spin right without them.