A/N: If I owned this I wouldn't be publishing it online.
After embracing his best friend, who had just been referred to as the "Boy Who Lived Twice" by a random passerby (Harry will hate that), Ron Weasley was struck by sudden panic. Looking around the circle of friends and family that had congregated around him, he noted the conspicuous lack of one crucial person. Excusing himself quickly, he stepped away from the crowd and started scanning the room for her very noticeable head of hair.
Ten minutes later and she still hadn't been found. Ron began to panic. He had seen her fighting Bellatrix Lestrange (bitch) before his mother had finished her off. Horrifying images began to cross his mind of the poor girl wounded and forgotten in the ruckus, alone and in pain, perhaps on the verge of death. He could not lose anyone else today.
Just as he was about to start screaming her name, a small hand slithered into his. Ron almost sobbed in relief when he turned and saw the person attached to it. (Thank God).
"Hey you," said Ginny, her red rimmed eyes belying her brave smile. "If you're looking for Hermione I just saw her walking- OOF!" She was cut off by her brother's hug.
"She'll be fine for ten minutes. I was looking for you. Are you okay?" he said, very quickly. After a few moments of silence, he realized that she couldn't very well answer if she couldn't breathe and loosened his hold, not letting go completely, but enough so that he could look into her eyes.
"That's not really a fair question," she countered, after regaining her breath.
"No, I guess losing your favorite brother tends to put a damper on the spirits."
Unable to respond, Ginny simply nodded as fresh tears began to slide down her face. Ron hugged her again, breathed something that sounded like a sigh of relief and pulled back, saying, "Best get you to Mum. She'll want to scold you for joining the battle."
Pulled along by Ron, Ginny couldn't help but think that her favorite brother had in fact been returned to her that day.
