Shell of What It Was
Ginny didn't eat a single meal in the great hall during her 7th year at Hogwarts. She tried, that first night, to enter the room, but something stopped her in the doorway.
She couldn't do it. She couldn't sit there at the Gryffindor table, ten feet from the spot where Fred's body had laid for three days before it was safe to take him home.
Instead, she ate in the kitchen, or the common room, Hermione at her side. Propping one another up and wondering why it never occurred to them that it would be this difficult. This place that was once home and filled with joy, now just seemed a hollow shell filled with her most painful memories.
She had tried to go to the room of requirements once. Had told Hermione she thought it would be a better place to study, instead of in front of all of the ogling students in the Gryffindor common room whom seem astounded to be in the war hero's presence.
The room still worked; she had heard as much. Even if the room of lost things was just that, lost. But as they walked down the hallway, towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, Hermione stops. She puts a hand on Ginny's arm and squeezes and shakes her head. That's when Ginny remembers, she may not have been here during the war, but her brothers had. Fred had. Fred had died right here.
So, she gripped Hermione back, and the two stood there in silence and wondered if they would ever feel okay again.
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