"Fred!"
"No use shouting, Ron. He won't come back."
Ginny felt like she was underwater. Something inside her was collapsing…falling…shattering…..
Familiar hands gripped her shoulders, led her to a bench as a pack of Gryffindor seventh-years swarmed over the body. My brother…
She felt numb. How could she go on? How much more would she have to lose?
"We can go on, Ginny," whispered Luna, looking her in the eye. "We must go on."
"I know," Ginny's voice was rough, unsteady. "But I'm…"
"I'm here," said Luna, embracing her. "Let it out."
She never expected the roles to be reversed, but they, quite rightly, were.
"I'm scared, Luna," she said, her voice thick with tears.
"We'll get through this, Ginny," said Luna. "Together."
Ginny smiled weakly, her eyes smouldering through emotion. "Let's get our revenge."