Four years ago, the love of my life had disappeared. Harry had gone on a mission for the Order, but he never came back. In fact, we weren't even sure if he's dead, but most people are pretty sure, even Ron and Hermione had given up hope. But I didn't. I just had this feeling that he was still alive, that he was still out there.

At least, that's what I thought about a month ago. Ministry officials came to the Weasley's and told us that they had found his dead body. I had cried my self to sleep that night, finally accepting that fact that he was gone. My family and Hermione and spent the next few days in mourn; even though we knew he was missing for the past four years, seeing his body sent us into shock and mourning once more.

I tried to move on with my life, but I just couldn't, it seemed like too much of an insult to Harry's memory. I couldn't even go out to lunch with a guy without feeling ashamed of myself. I wished so much that I could have Harry back, to try (and fail) to flatten his stubborn hair, to lose my self in his deep, emerald green eyes. For the few days after they found his body, I had locked myself in my room, screaming bloody murder at anyone who tried to come in. I was trying to remember every thing I could about him. The way he looked, the way his eyes sparkled when he was happy, the way his smile lit up his entire face, or the way his brow furrowed when he was angry.

But the funny thing was, even though I knew he was dead, I still had this strange feeling that I shouldn't give up hope, that he was still alive, still out there.

It was a cold night sometime in January, and Hermione, my family, and I were all sitting, huddled up in front of the roaring fire inside Ron and Hermione's living room. They'd been married for 2 and a half years now, and at their wedding the only thing that made them even the tiniest bit sad was the fact that Harry wasn't there to celebrate with them.

At that moment Ron's stomach gave a large rumble breaking the silence. "I'm hungry" he exclaimed loudly.

"We noticed." I replied with a grin.

"Ron, your always hungry." Said Bill.

"I'll go make something to eat." Mom said as she jumped up and hurried into the kitchen, causing me to smile even wider. Leave it to mom to make sure every one's to full to be able to walk 3 feet without falling over. Molly came back into the living room with a plate full of biscuits and a glass full of cider.

We settled into another comfortable silence, only broken by Ron's loud eating habits and Hermione occasionally telling him to chew with his mouth closed. It seemed like hours until anyone spoke again, and when they did, it was definitely not a conversation that I wanted to sit through.

"Harry loved the snow," said Ron, gazing out the window at the snow-covered lawn. My grin quickly disappeared.

"I wonder what he'd be doing if he were here right now." Hermione said leaning against Ron's shoulder.

Hermione grinned, "I remember that one Christmas when-"

"I'm going to bed" I cut in. I got up and headed out of the living room, up the stairs, and into the guestroom I was staying in. I sat heavily on the bed when I heard someone coming towards my room. 'Please let it be Hermione' I thought desperately. I really didn't want to talk to Ron right now. I let out a sigh of relief when Hermione walked into my room, gently shutting the door behind her. She walked across the room and sat down beside me on the bed.

We sat in silence for a few moments until Hermione looked at me and said, "You know he wouldn't want you to mope, right? You know that he would have wanted you to move on with your life?"

"I know." I said heavily, "I just don't want to when there's the chance that he's still alive."

"Ginny, really, don't you think that if he was still alive he would've come back by now, I mean it's been four years." She replied, staring at the opposite wall, "As much as I don't want to admit it, he's gone Gin, and he isn't coming back."

"Hermione, look me the eye and say that, I just won't try to forget him-"

"That's not what I'm saying," she cut in quickly, "I don't want you to try and forget him, I just don't want you to cause yourself even more pain by making yourself wait for him to return. We've seen his body Gin, what more proof do you need?"

"That body wasn't Harry's."

"Ginny, stop it, now you're just trying to make up excuses, how could that body not be his?"

"It didn't look like him."

"It looked exactly-"

"Think about it, when was the last time you saw Harry's hair lie so flat, or when was the last time you saw that his right arm was a little longer than his left, I mean come on, that wasn't Harry."

"Stop being so difficult!"

"I'm not being difficult, I'm just-"

Hermione just shook her head and said, "Fine, I'll be down stairs, and when you're done trying to make yourself miserable, come down stairs and try to enjoy yourself for once."

With that she crossed the room and slammed the door behind her on her way out.