Chapter One
After The Funeral
Everybody poured in their droves back to the Burrow, where the Weasley family had put on a spread. Everybody picked at their food, while Mrs Weasley sobbed. She had sobbed continuously throughout Ginny's service. The people that weren't eating moped around. Harry was sat alone in the garden, thinking about Ginny.
He sniffed, and looked up at the sky. It was evening. He hadn't realised. Light from the kitchen flooded into the garden as someone opened the back door. It was Hermione. Harry hastily wiped a tear from his cheek as she approached the garden bench Harry was sat on.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered. It was cold. She had brought a cloak with her.
"Harry, Arthur's making a toast to Ginny in the kitchen. Can you come in with me."
Hermione draped the cloak around Harry's shoulders and hugged him.
"You're not the only one who misses her, you know. Think how the Weasley's feel? Think how I feel. I've lost my best friend."
"Think how I feel, Hermione. I've lost the girl I love. And I can't take my life without her." Harry hadn't spoke for ages and his voice was husky and crackly.
Harry stood up and walked away. Hermione followed and put her arm around his shoulders.
"Come on, Harry, please. For Ginny?"
Harry let Hermione lead him into the kitchen.
After all, he would do anything for Ginny.