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Summary: Can love survive a war? Gin/ Herm. But not so much graphic anything. More angst stuff then slash… I am not saying that there isn't any slash… I just don't know when it will be.

They stood there, unable to breath. As the coffin was lowered into the ground, a small knot formed in Ginny's throat. It was real. Three of her brothers now claimed by this unending war. Percy and Ron, both killed in the fighting. Charlie however, he was claimed by the living dead. The clouds hung low over the sky, and the humidity of northern England was almost unbearable. She knew it was going to rain soon. It felt like it had been raining a lifetime.

She looked around her. Everyone dressed in black, though it no longer held any meaning. They were not dressed for Ron's funeral, but for war. They were draped in black and on many arms of the attendees; there were light blue bands. The bands signified their place and rank in the Order. They wore them all the time now, because one never knew when or where a fight was going to break out. Ginny wore one too.

She looked around. She saw her mother openly weeping, her father trying to comfort her. He looked almost lost; confused like a child that doesn't know what to do. Ginny stood between Fred and George, there hands resting on her shoulders. She saw Harry, looking bitterly at the ground. She knew how he felt. She loved her brother, but she just stood there, looking down at her brother's grave angrily.

"This was your fault," Ginny thought to herself, " Harry, Hermione and I told you countless times. When you get attached to someone, you are not only putting yourself at risk, but everyone else connected to you as well. Now your dead. The love of your life? Dead. Lavender is lying beside you. What good has ever come out of love…"

She saw Hermione, a single tear falling down her cheek. Hermione was hurting too and Ginny knew that. Ron was like a brother to her as well. But they all knew that this death could have been prevented. It was a bitter day, and the three of them could feel it.

One by one, everyone began to apparate back to the burrow. However Ginny waited for Hermione and Harry. Neither of them was willing to leave. Neither wanted to be the one to finally break up the golden trio. Ron already had done that however. Eventually they left as well, deciding to walk back to the burrow, feeling that to walk would be more appropriate.

They walked back, not speaking, afraid of what may be said. The rain began to fall as the three made there way through the small town. The rain was heavy falling straight down from the gray sky. Big drops, the kind that no matter how much you are wearing, seem to soak you to the core. Ginny looked up through the rain, down the cobblestone street they were treading, "We can't go back to the burrow yet… I just, I can't go back quite yet." Her voice did not entirely sound like her own, it was quite and yet brash.

As she stopped in the small street, Hermione and Harry did as well. They stood for a moment in silent agreement, and then sat down on a curb together. It was pouring, their clothes sopping wet, and yet it all seemed trivial. They had no tears to shed, no words to say, just an unequivocal sense of emptiness. Harry was losing the battle of trying to keep his glasses dry in the torrential down pour around them. Ginny heard Hermione mutter a spell underneath her breath to keep the lenses of Harry's glasses clear. Ginny couldn't help but laugh, making the others laugh as well.

"Harry, are you ever going to learn that spell?"

"Yeah, I might not always be around to do it for you."

The laughing died immediately leaving them in silence again. Darkness was beginning to fill the sky and Harry muttered that they must get going; it was not safe to hang around one place for to long.

As they slowly made there way back to the burrow, Harry had one thing weighing on his mind.

"I may be mad at Ron right now, for disobeying orders, putting his entire team at risk, and all for the life of one person. I may be angry, but he loved Lavender and was willing to do anything to save her, no matter the countless warnings we gave him. I may be angry, but I know if it came down to either you Hermione, or you Ginny, I would do the same thing. I know we promised that we would drop all connections, and our priorities would be towards the order. But I would rather die trying to save either of you, then live the rest of my life knowing that I let you go. You two are the most important people in my life, I love each of you and I know I would have made the same decision Ron did."

"The difference Harry is you would go in with a plan." Hermione stated very quietly, " When Ron heard that Malfoy had kidnapped Lavender, he let his hot-headedness get the better of him. And Malfoy was counting on that. I loved Ron, and miss him terribly, but his death could have been prevented, if only he would have thought before he acted."

"I agree with Hermione, " Ginny said, " Harry, be sure that if something happened to you, Hermione and I would try our best to fight till the end to save you. However, I would be smart and diligent, not stupid. I miss my brother, but he thought very selfishly. He left behind my mother, father, and three older brothers. He left us behind. He didn't think about his actions and that's what got him killed."

One tear fell freely down Ginny's cheek, the first one since the funeral. Although it was raining, she could feel that solitary tear sting as it fell down her cheek and onto the ground. Hermione wrapped her arm around Ginny's shoulder as they made there way up the dirt path to the burrow.

Wow, so there's the beginning. What will come of this? Review and find out! Oh, and have you guys heard that they asked M. Night Shamelan (sp?) to direct one of the HP movies… I don't know about that… I mean all his stuff is really, I don't know... not Harry Potter-ish.