Yo people! :) SO sorry this one took so long, the laptop kinda went strange... anways, this is from Ginnys POV, as always. Enjoy. :)
Brothers.
Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron. Then me.
When I was little I used to say their names to myself over and over.
Brothers. Then me.
My friends said it must be horrid having six older brothers, but I told then they were wrong. They were.
I loved them, each and every one of them. I still do.
Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Ron. Then me.
Fred isn't on that list anymore. He died, in Percy's arms, still smiling. That's how we will remember him, forever, smiling.
Brothers.
All older then me, teaching me, smiling at me, winding me up, laughing at me, laughing with me.
I remember long summers playing with them in garden, cooking with them, reading with them, riding my first broom with them.
Brothers.
Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron.
I remember watching them all go off to Hogwarts, leaving me, one by one, then it was my turn. I had to wait a long time to get a turn with lots of things.
I miss them, all of them. When they go away, when I'm alone. I used to be scared to tell them that, they would laugh. But not now. I know that all the time we spend together is precious, we all realised this after Fred died.
Fred.
The missing brother. Gone forever.
When we got back to the Burrow we had a funeral for him. I cried all my tears away, but George didn't cry. He never did. He sat there, staring at the coffin. He didn't move till Dad touched his shoulder and they walked in. He didn't talk for ages. His voice had died with Fred. But it came back. And that's what matters.
Brothers.
Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron. Then me.
They may drive me mad at times, but I can't think of anyone else I could love more than them.
Brothers.
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