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As the laughter dies at the table Ginny's eye catches the chair across from her. She watches the empty chair that's already begun to collect dust. Her eyes trace a stray owl feather that floats down and lands softly where his plate should be.

Should she catches herself, 'But it isn't, it never will.'

Without warning Ginny tears out of the house and lands in the snow, resting against an old tree that they used to climb together. The soft crunching of snow alerts her to Harry's presence. She quickly brushes away a stray tear before looking up and meeting Harry's eyes.

His pools are filled with concern and if she's not mistaken- understanding. Knowing his unsaid command Ginny begins to talk.

"It's just, all my life I've dealt with big things. Things like being possessed by You-Know-"

"The wars over Gin, please use his name." Harry prompted.

"Fine," Ginny continued, "Voldemort, and losing a friend, a brother even." She said, her mind drifting back to the empty chair. "And I can deal with that, I can cope. But, it the little things that break me, the should haves and the small almost mocking reminders. Stuff like birthdays, or a memory, or a bloody chair!" She finishes, looking to Harry for a reaction.

He reaches out his hand and gives her a warm hug. As he silently pulls away he squeezes her hand and walks almost ruefully back to the Burrow.

Ginny watches as he walks away. She thinks of his simple gesture and unfolds the paper he slipped into her hand.

Don't worry, everything will be alright

She can't help but smile as she realizes that as long as she has him it will be.

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