-Goodbye To My Dear Brothers-
Ginny sat mourning in her bedroom, it had been days since she had come out.
she wouldn't talk to anyone or even eat, she missed her brothers dearly. They had past away just less then a week ago in the attempt to stop Voldemort.
Ginny climbed out her bedroom window and made her way to the local cemetery
to visited the graves of her late brothers. And as she made her way to the place of were but they lay. She look upon the graves and read aloud the inscription that she had chosen;
Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coils,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fix'd, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
I rejoice, that thus it passes smoothly, quietly.
Many such eves of gently whisp'ring noise
May you together pass, and calmly try
What are this world's true joys, - ere the great voice,
From its fair face, shall bid your spirits fly.
Silent tears sat on her cheeks as she bid goodbye to her beloved brothers "Fred and George"
"Goodbye" she whispered as she left the cemetery and made her way home. Back to the same old house, same old worries, but with out her loud brothers.