A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I loved reading them, and I got a bit of advice. I can't believe I actually finished this as fast as I did, but I guess it didn't take me long to right, since it was all in my head. Reviews would be great! x :)

As soon as Harry's feet touched the ground, he sighed, recognising the familiar hill they were standing on. It was Stoatshead Hill, the place he'd first used a Portkey, to get to the World Cup. He sighed, realizing it was now a long walk to the Burrow, an even longer walk for tired and sore legs. Mr and Mrs Weasley set off, the Weasley kids, Harry and Hermione tagging along.

Harry saw his two best friends walking hand in hand in front of him, and then decided to hang back, to give them space. He was just anticipating a long and lonely walk home when he felt hands jabbing him in the sides, making him laugh. He heard a lovely, familiar voice.

"Gotcha!" Ginny laughed. She walked up beside Harry and took his hand.

It was silent for a little while until Harry asked jokingly, "So, I believe you're my girlfriend again?"

She giggled, punching him in the arm and leaning over to place a kiss on his lips. It was silent again, both thinking.

"Hey," Harry asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

Ginny took a deep breath and sighed.

"Okay? Harry, my brother, my older brother is dead. George's best friend is dead. He will never laugh again, never tease or make jokes to make other people laugh ever again and you ask me if I'm okay? I'm distraught, I'm upset, but I don't want to talk about it."

Harry was taken aback. Ginny hadn't raised her voice, or even yelled, but it felt as if she had.

"Ginny, babe, you need to talk about it. It's the first step."

"Well, maybe I don't want to take those steps yet! Let me grieve!" This time she did yell.

It fell silent once more, yet this silence wasn't awkward.

"Ginny," Harry started, after some more thinking.

"Don't!" she fired back, giving him a look that could kill.

"Ginny," he started again, this time she didn't stop him.

"Ginny, I know you don't want to talk, I respect that. But, I just want you to know, I will always, always, be there for you. When you need a shoulder, when you need a friend, whenever, I will be there."

He looked at her softly, showing every feeling he'd ever felt for her in his eyes. His grip on her hand tightened.

"Oh, Harry!"

Ginny let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Harry could feel her crying onto his shoulder, but he didn't care. He embraced her, patting her back, whispering to her, saying it would all be okay. They stood there like that for a while until Ginny pulled away.

"I'm sorry." she apologised, wiping her eyes.

Harry smiled and touched her chin, moving her face so it was in line with his. He looked into her brown eyes, trying to tell her with all his might that it would be okay. Ginny must have understood because she leaned in and kissed him, this time with less passion, yet Harry could feel her, he could understand. Harry didn't need a passionate kiss to be closer to Ginny.

She pulled away, holding his face in her hands.

"I love you." she whispered, searching his face for an answer.

"And I love you." Harry replied, taking her hands and kissing her forehead.

"We should probably go." Ginny said, looking around to see her family near the bottom of the hill.

Harry took her hand once again and they set off.

When Harry and Ginny finally made it to the Burrow, everyone was gathered in the kitchen, Mrs Weasley pouring every one Firewhisky.

"There you are! We'd wondered where you two had gotten to." Hermione said, however she sounded disheartened.

Of course she would be, thought Harry, everyone is.

Harry looked around the room, at everyone's faces. Mr Weasley, holding his wife, staring off into space, Hermione and Fleur with tear-stricken cheeks and Percy, with his head in his hands, shaking. George wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Bill was the first one to speak.

"Well, Mum, Fleur and I will be off. Get some sleep. We'll be back as soon as we're well slept." he said, hugging each and every one in turn.

Bill and Fleur left, Percy and Charlie went up to Percy's room and only Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry remained in the kitchen.

"I have to go, Mrs Weasley." Harry said, looking at the woman who had been close to a mother to him.

"What on earth are you talking about dear? Where will you go?" she said, her usual tone seemed to have gone.

"I'm sorry, I can't stay. I'm going to give you and the rest of the family some space. I think I might go to Grimmauld Place."

"Well, if you must. But make sure you make regular trips here okay?"

"Of course, Mrs Weasley, whatever makes you happy." Harry replied as he walked over to hug Mrs Weasley. He went to shake Mr Weasley's hand, only to be pulled into a hug.

"Be safe." was all he said.

Harry walked out of the kitchen, thinking. He was about to turn on the spot to apparate to his godfather's house when he heard footsteps behind. He turned.

"Harry, you don't expect to go over there by yourself do you? The place will be a complete wreck!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I can't stay here. You're very welcome to come with me, but I want to leave the Weasleys, let them grieve." he replied, holding out his hand to her.

"Okay, but let's go before Ron and Ginny try to tag along."

They took hands, apparating to Grimmauld Place.

A/N: I hope you liked it as much as I did! Again, reviews would be amazing! x :)