A/N: Another story is born! Hope you enjoy this one. Please review! Thanks a lot. Like I said before, Criticism is greatly appreciated.

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Harry leaned on the windowsill and looked outside. His mind was jumbled up, feeling completely satisfied and not at the same time, somehow. Weeks had past. The war was over, the war was won; Harry didn't feel this. All he felt was this aching feeling inside him as he watched the Weasleys try to get over Fred's passing. He could only watch until the day Fred was buried, he felt helpless knowing that all he did was watch.

"Harry, you look tired." Harry looked around to see Ginny standing right behind him. She walked over to him. "I'm going to miss Fred. I can't be pitying myself so much. I won't know half the feeling George would feel, being with Fred all his life." Ginny stood beside Harry. "Funny isn't it, that you're supposed to be happy and celebrating but you don't feel like it?"

Harry gazed into her sad eyes. "It's understandable, Ginny," was all he could say. Looking at her intently, he wanted to take away her pained face. He wanted Ginny to smile from the bottom of her heart. It's selfish to ask her to smile. Harry couldn't find any comforting words to make her smile.

Ginny turned her back on the window. "Mum's having a hard time too. I won't know the feeling either. It's hard to bury your kid. I mean, they're expecting the kids to bury them." Ginny's eyes shifted from one item to another, trying her hardest not to let her tears show. "I won't know what Percy would feel either. Fred was most upset when Percy left to join the ministry. Percy came back, seeing Fred's smile, but it was the last." Harry lowered his head. He couldn't bear the look on Ginny's face. "I can't stand watching them."

Harry and Ginny stood in silence for a moment. Harry looked up, but he could say absolutely nothing. Images of his moments with Fred, memories he had of him, flooded his mind. He didn't know what to say to Ginny because, although he knew how selfish it was, he was angry too; angry and lost why Fred had to go so early.

Ginny looked at Harry. "Now I know what you feel, Harry," she finally said. Harry looked at her with a puzzled face. Ginny sighed. "Your parents died defying Voldemort, so did Fred. I saw our name written in newspapers, saying how the Weasleys fought for the freedom. Everyone seems to be congratulating us, saying Fred died a noble death. That doesn't matter. They'd never know how we feel about it. Fred was our family." Ginny's lower lip quivered. "Now I know how it's like to be you, being famous but at the cost of someone's life."

Harry looked away from Ginny. He didn't want to see her cry, not for this. He knew he was being selfish, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't bring himself to embrace Ginny and tell her that it was going to be all right, it would be a lie if he said that too. Fred would never come back to them.

Ginny turned her back to Harry and wiped her tears. "I've got some thing to do, Harry," she said. "I'm sorry for bothering you. I didn't mean to talk to you like this," she said and walked out of the room even before Harry could stop her.

That evening, Ginny didn't show up at the dinner table. Practically none of the Weasleys did. All Harry ate with are Mr. Weasley, Hermione, and Ron. The dinner was silent though. All of them couldn't find anything to talk about that would not remind them of Fred.

After dinner and doing dishes, Harry turned to Hermione. "Is Ginny all right?" he asked in a low voice. Hermione shook her head. Harry sighed heavily. "I was such an idiot. We were together this afternoon. She was crying, but she didn't really show it. I couldn't find anything comforting to tell her. Hermione, tell me I'm an idiot."

"You're an idiot," said Hermione. Harry managed to smile at that. Hermione leaned on the wall behind her. "It'll take some more time for them to get over it."

Harry suddenly realized something. "Are you staying here until you get a house of your own? I mean, have you found your parents yet?" he asked, suddenly remembering why Hermione was staying with the Weasleys too.

Hermione shook her head. "No. I guess I'll never really find them anymore. I'm not too worried though. They don't know I exist." Harry could sense the tone of sadness in Hermione's voice. Hermione avoided Harry's eyes. "They're going to be all right, I'm going to be all right. Mrs. Weasley was kind enough to offer me a place to stay until I am ready to head out on my own."

Harry felt his heart torn apart. How could you be so selfish? Even Hermione's hurting. You should be ashamed of yourself. You pity yourself too much. You don't think about your best friends and their families. "Hermione…"

Hermione looked at Harry and smiled at him. "Don't worry about me," she said. "I'm all right, really. Being in Hogwarts for six years taught me so much. Besides," she closed her eyes, "I'm really happy that the war was not all in vain. We fought, we won, at the cost of many, but that war was most worth it to lose some things precious to us. Dad had always told me that because some things are most important to us, they come back and take you by surprise when they do." She opened her eyes again. "You should go see Ginny," she said.

"Now?" asked Harry.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, now. She needs you more now than anyone. I'll take care of Ron. He'll cheer up soon. He was all right while we were at dinner." Harry didn't move. Hermione forced Harry to turn around. "Go on now, Harry," she urged.

Harry dazedly walked upstairs towards Ginny's room. He tried to think of things to say to her. "Ginny," said Harry, knocking at the door, "may I come in?"

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A/N: Please review. The song will come up in the next chapter. Hope to see you there.