Ginny sat on the floor in the bathroom in the Burrow. She had vomited repeatedly at the realization that Fred had died. Tears were still and constantly streaming down her cheeks. She got up and flushed the toilet, he legs and body weak. She washed out her mouth and looked into the mirror, her pale, sickly reflection made her stomach do an uneasy leap. Her hair was mangled and her bloodshot eyes seemed luminous. She held herself up on the sink, but once her arms started to hurt, she sank back down onto the floor and sobbed some more.

On the other side of the door Harry sat, tears were falling and his heart hurting as well. Fred was a brother to him, in every way possible did he think of Fred as a brother. After hours of sitting there, he couldn't take to hear Ginny's sobs. Her burst through the bathroom door and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the room he was staying in. She was so weak she didn't protest, but even now she looked gorgeous to Harry. Harry lay her down on his bed, and tucked her in. It was in seconds that she fell asleep. He rubbed her back soothingly just in case she woke up, and kissed her cheek before sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. He watched her cringe in her sleep, every time he winced. This was beyond one of the hardest things he had to watch.