A dedication to Frances the crazy xDD

My first fan fic... REVIEW 0.O

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Harry did not forget those last moments. How could he? Even after all these years he could not forget the rows of bodies, the ones he had neglected. Him. Because if he had died when he so surely should have, maybe those bodies would still be here.

Of course, Harry did not believe that. If he had died when he first should have there would be millions more lifeless beings lying dead and limp.

When he finally bought his mind back to the present, back to the happy life he now had, the life without worry and fear he could not help but feel guilty. He was happy but so many were not- George. Poor George married to the love of his life, Angelina Johnson; feeling worse about it as time passed. They say that time heals all wounds but not George's. He had married his brother's girlfriend- Fred had been the one to take Angelina to the Yule ball all those years ago, George had always loved her but that did not clear the hatred from his mind. Against everything right, he had been selfish and married her. This was not the truth; far from it. That was the way that George felt though, every moment of every day. Harry knew this better than anyone. Why? Because he felt the same every time he looked into George's eyes, when he looked into any of the Weasleys' eyes. He felt revulsion. He had torn apart a family piece by piece; ending with his marriage to Ginny.

He was not sorry for marrying her. Without her, Voldemort may as well have killed him- tortured him and then, with the slightest flick of his wand, cast the killing spell upon him. If he had not married Ginny he would have been happier that way. And of course, the Weasley's never made him feel like Fred's premature death was his fault, but there was still something torturing him inside. It was as if every time they looked at him- the memory of Fred: his last moment, his funeral, joking and causing chaos- flooded back to them.

Harry had been violently sick the day of George's marriage. Worse even, than the day of his funeral. For he knew as did everyone else, that it should have been Fred giving the best man's speech and not Lee Jordan. George and Lee were like brothers, but that was the crucial word, like. Lee would never be the inseparable twin that knew George inside and out. Lee would never know George as fully as Fred did; never know how much emotion was below the surface of the quieter, less sarcastic twin. And that would be the thing that Fred would have been most sorry for, the pain and turmoil that George went through every waking moment of every day. Harry knew though. It was as if Harry had known George forever and knew him as well as Fred; for when Harry had seen George knelt at his brother's head in the great hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he had known that George would never recover.

Harry suspected that Ginny knew as well, not in depth, but she knew. And this was something else for him to feel guilty about; if it hadn't been for Harry Ginny wouldn't have known at all. She would have had her suspicions but she would never have seen what Harry saw... because she would never have searched into Harry's tortured eyes to see what was wrong when he awoke in the middle of the night.

Now was not the moment though. He had to try somehow, to forget the bodies for a while. Just then, his answer flew onto the bed in the form of three bouncy, cheerful children. Ginny groaned and awoke, "Come on Harry, we need to get them ready."

A flicker of sadness crossed Lily's face, "Be patient Lily. Only two more years" Harry whispered to his only daughter.

Of course Lily was impatient to get to Hogwarts, just like her mother had been those many years ago.

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