"Where is she?"
Harry looked at the pale, red-eyed Mrs Weasley. She was standing in the corner, right beside the door he had just passed through into his room. "Mrs Weasley. I didn't think you were home," he said. She had not been downstairs with the others when he had told them the terrible news.
She drew her cardigan closer around her body, dark eyes wet as she inhaled. "Where else would I be?"
He could not answer her. He crossed to his bed and sat on it, wiping his cut lip with the back of his hand. He looked at the blood on his hand now. Such vivid, red blood. He had seen so much of it today.
"She isn't coming home, is she?" Mrs Weasley asked quietly.
Harry looked at her, and the haunted look in his green eyes answered her question. No, Ginny Weasley would not be returning from her last Auror task with Harry. Struck with a curse, she had lay growing cold in Harry's arms as his hot tears rained down on her. Mrs Weasley gave a small strangled cry and turned her head away.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, lowering his head, half-expecting her to come over and hold him tightly and tell him it would be alright.
He looked up again, and saw the utter, heartbroken disappointment in those brown eyes.
She would not forgive him this time.