Harry looked around as he entered the great hall. Before he even had time to see it coming, people began swarming him. They shook his hand, hugged him, and even, in the case of the girls, got kissed. Ginny didn't object to the first two but she drew the line at the third. Ginny, who had reached the famous Weasley purple, began to guard Harry from any and all girls who approached him.

"Gin," Harry said to his girlfriend, "You need to calm down."

"Why? So that all the girls can kiss you, well excuse me but I'd rather not let a bunch of girls put their saliva all over my boyfriend."

"I know Gin, but you know that I only love you. Those other girls don't matter to me, I only want you." He said as he cupped Ginny's face in his hands and pecked her on the lips.

"I just want you all to myself, you understand why right?" Ginny asked as she leaned into his embrace.

"Honestly? No. I don't know why such an amazing person as yourself would want me."

"Says he who is the wizarding worlds savior, hottest man on earth, and nicest guy I've ever met." Ginny said with a grin on her face.

Harry laughed as he slung his arm around her shoulders. Ginny snuggled into his chest as they walked toward her family.

"Well look who it is, the savior of the wizarding world himself." George said with a ghost of a smile on his face, but even that glimmer of hope became replaced with a deep frown.

"I'm so sorry," Harry, said as he began to slowly break down, realizing just how great these losses would affect him and the people he loved the most.

"Harry, they went in knowing the possibilities. No one blames you, son." Mr. Weasley said as he watched the man whom he had always treated as a son break down. Harry began to violently tremble which caused him to resort to sitting on the bench. He began to tear up, then he began to cry, and lastly he began to sob. Ginny sat beside him, her own silent tears streaming down her face, and attempted to comfort him.

"Harry, it's alright. I know it's hard, but we are all here for you. We all love you so much, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Gin." Harry said as he began to control his sobs and began to recuperate.

"Blimey mate, can only Ginny comfort you. First in fifth year and now its now, wow you are a fickle fellow." Ron said with a annoyed look on his face.

"Shut up Ron, other people have comforted me."

"Like who?"

"Well, uh um, you know…"

"Exactly, only Gingin can comfort you." Ron said with a satisfied look.

"Well, what's wrong with that Ronald? Shouldn't the person your in love with be the main person who can comfort you?" Hermione said to Ron as she glared at him and scooted away from where he sat.

"Well, I mean, yeah I guess. He didn't love her in fifth year though." Ron said with a pointed look at Hermione.

"I meant soul mates, Ronald."

"Well, then I guess I see what you mean."

"Good," Hermione said with a playful grin on her face as she pecked him on the cheek.

"Get a room," Harry mumbled under his breath.