"Ginny! You look terrible, dear. Did you sleep at all last night?" My mum asked as I walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah, mum. A bit. I only fell asleep after putting a short sleeping spell on myself. I knew I had to get some sleep, at least." I paused, looking around the kitchen. Percy was reading the paper and filling out some papers. Fred and George were scarfing down the last of the pancakes and orange juice while Dad was looking at some sort of... metal object that I didn't recognize.

"Where's Ron?" I asked, noticing he was the only one not present.

George shrugged. "Dunno." He told me with his mouthful. He gave a big gulp and continued. "Haven't seen him since last night. I reckon he's still up in his room. Miserable, he was."

"You'd be too!" Mum shouted at him. "The poor dear."

All of a sudden RON was the poor dear? Hell-O!? I lost someone too, you know! I didn't bother saying anything. I didn't want their sympathy. I sat down next to Dad waiting for more pancakes to be ready.

"Err... dad? What's that?"

"It's a pen. Fascinating muggle writing instrument. I found one lying around on the street. It's amazing what those muggle's take for garbage. Look here, Ginny. Just a push of a button -pop- and you can write! Ink comes out of this little piece here! Amazing, isn't it?"

"Mmm, sure dad. Ooo more pancakes!" I forked a big one and started eating. Dad confused me some times. What was so amazing about a... what did he call it? A pen? We had quills. There was no point in pens! I finished my pancakes quickly and gulped up the rest of my juice. I flew out of the kitchen and ran up to Ron's room.

I Knocked on Ron's door gently and I could hear him inside,
Slowly I opened the door to see the tears streaming down Ron's cheeks.
"Oh bro...," I whispered as I walked into the room, slowly closing the door behind me
"Gin...," whispered Ron shutting the photo album on his lap.
The album was Harry's album, Ron had gotten all those when the time had came for Harry's possessions to be shared.
The few things I'd taken were his invisibility cloak, his phoenix pendant which he'd received from being in the order of the phoenix and his broom, the fire bolt.
It was still the best broom out...
"Ron...," I whispered as I sat down beside him
Ron wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly, crying into my shoulder.
I hugged him back, holding back my tears for a short while.

"I know, Ron. I know..." I told him, the two of us still hugging. We finally let go and we were both crying.

"Damn, Ginny! Why? Why Harry?!"

"I don't know. Of all people..."

"Yeah..." I knew he wanted to ask me again. "Err..."

"Oh, Ron just go ahead and ask!"

"How'd he die, Gin?" I bit my lip and looked the other way. I didn't want to tell Ron. I thought Ron would be mad at me.

"Well..."

"Ron...you have to promise me, swear to me that you wont be angry," I whispered
"I promise Gin," whispered Ron, eager to hear my explanation.
I took a deep breath and began talking.