A/N: The last chapter pretty much sucked and was way 2 short! I was running out of stuff to put in at the end to tie the chapter together. As I will say, I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling. Hope this chapter is way better than sucky. .

Chapter Two: Nobody Said It Would Be Easy

The small, newly widowed woman, walked from her bedroom and looked down at the second dead man on her floor. His blood pooled around his head. His eyes were still open. They had lost their red glow, but the pupils looked like black holes leading into some distant world or another twisted dimension of the dead murder's physcotic and disturbed mind.

The baby was crying even louder. She stepped over his body, careful not to step in the blood that was setting in the carpet. She comforted her little child and held her small body wrapped up in her arms.

Ginny knew the gunshot had come from somewhere and someone. The question was who had fired it?

"Who's there?" she called as she moved into the other room. Her eyes looked cautiously over the room lit by the moonlight and as she turned to see what was in the closet, a hand reached out and grabbed her forearm as the other went to silence her scream.

"It's me," a rough voice said. A figure drew out to reveal himself. It was Ron. "I heard what you said about me. I was just waiting." Ginny realized what had happened. And she realized that Ron could've saved Harry and that right now, they would all be laughing over Lord Voldemort's dead body. Harry and the baby would all be safe and they could go on with their normal lives. The war would be over with their hero still standing and people wouldn't have to make a big deal over it, that now her dear Harry was dead and so was the Dark Lord, without either as the victor.

"Ron, why did he have to die?" This was one of the questions that could never be answered completly. Even after years of fighting for their freedom and living like adults, Ginny still looked to her big older brother for all the answers.

"Nobody said it would be easy Gin. Nobody said it would end this way," Ron tried to reassure her as he had when she was four and he tried to tell her there were no monsters hiding under the bed to eat her at night. He would hold her tight and pretend he would banish away all the scary thoughts of her nightmares and dreams. Her older brother would be her happiness and her guide. And maybe tonight was the night Ron should be that older brother that he had been many, many, years ago.

"I'm so, sorry sis."

The bleak midwinter snow fell all around her as she stood outside the cathedral doors. Ron had insisted she go to pay respect to her dead husband. Ginny had refused. She had screamed at Ron to get out of her house. Bat-Bogey Hexes were thrown willy-nilly, bouncing of the walls and eventually hexing their owl, Pig. Eventually, Ron had to drag Ginny out of bed like a three-year old throwing a temper tantrum, cursing and beating her fists on his chest.

It was four hours later. Ginny had on at least five different layers of clothing and she still felt as cold as she had when she was getting dressed with the thermostat up to like 65 degrees(Fairenheit that is). She didn't want to go in there and face the reality that Harry was dead and she would miss him terribly and nothing would be the same without him. She heard someone come outside. It was Hermione. She was wiping her red eyes on the sleeve of her winter parka.

"Ginny, why aren't you in there? Everybody is-sniff-wondering about you," she managed to say. Ginny stared at the large icey blue snowbank on the other side of the road. "You should at least pay your respects. I mean...he was your husband. Isn't that enough?"

"Nothing ever is enough for me these days," she pouted.
"Why? Just because you lost Harry now you think that your alone! Your not Ginny and your not trying to feel sorry for anything! You have to go in there! People are thinking you don't care about him anymore!"

"Because maybe I don't," she mumbled as a little cloud of her breath formed a cloud above her. Hermione stomped her foot on the crunchy snow and did a little cry of frustration. Ginny was satisfied. She didn't want to be showered with sympathy from people who never really cared nor knew her at all. But she would anyway be known sadly as the infamous widow of Godric's Hallow. She would have to face the music sometime. Right now she felt was not the time though.

"Hermy, where's Rose?"

"She's with Ron. Why do you ask?"

"I have some unfinished business to attend to."

The long sweeping arches of the cathedral rose up into darkness, as if forever going on and on to the heavens. The nuns and the monks singing echoed into one large sound that doubled the quality of the choir. Ginny looked at all the candles around her and wondered why there were so many. Again, she had another question for Ron to answer for her. As she wondered in amazement, holding baby Rose, she glanced up ahead at the alter.

It was Harry in his casket.

Ginny ran as fast as she could while trying to balence the baby on her hip. She could see the casket more clearly now. It was polished gold with jewels in intricate patterns depicting a hunting scene. As she reached it she leaned closer over to look at the jewels. Chiseled into the gold were dancing fairies and centaurs playing lutes and one shooting an arrow that's tip was a small amethyst stone. The whole scene was enchanted to move and could only be seen by wizards(and witches too of course). As she remembered what she was there for she peeked over the casket.
And there he was. Dressed in the finery of the old Gryffindors and heroes before him. His eyes were shut but he still had his glasses and the lightning bolt scar stood out even more that usual against his deathly pale skin. Clutched in both hands, was the sword of Gryffindor. She could see the small carvings of lions and unicorns and magical beasts carved into the hilt of the sword. The three red jewels in the hilt outshone the precious stones on the casket.

"Say goodbye to daddy Rose," she sighed. The little baby raised her right hand and waved. Ginny walked away with little Rose in her arms. The mother bowed her head and began to cry. She leaned against a pillar and set her baby down and cried to herself.

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No ever said it would be this hard

Always know you'll be in my heart

A/N: pleez review! thank u! .