The four walked into their common room and stood in awe for a few seconds. The room was filled with the Gryffindor colors, scarlet and gold. They assumed the colors changed year by year according to who was staying there. The fireplace was already burning and the couches by the fire looked comfier and bigger than the Gryffindor common room's.

The room was a bit smaller than their old common room, since this one was only meant to fit four people, but the room was, overall, more elaborate.

"Wow," was all that came out of Ginny's mouth. The rest just nodded in agreement.

Ron moved and went to sit down on one of the plush maroon couches. He sank into the cushions as if it were a cloud. After Hermione put the luggage in their rooms, the three others followed Ron, and seemed to be in heaven.

"If I had known this was where Percy was staying, I would never have bugged him about being Head Boy…" Ron said. He was still a bit dazed.

"I know!" Ginny agreed. She looked thoughtful for a moment, "I'm surprised George didn't mention anything about us being Head students."

"I suppose that would remind him of Fred," Hermione said, "The two were always the worst with making fun of Percy. I can't imagine how he's feeling. Losing a brother I know was hard for you two," pointing to Ginny and Ron, "but for George, it must have been like losing half of himself."

"It hurts a lot," Ron said after a few seconds, looking at his feet. He didn't talk about Fred much, "Sometimes it feels like he just went on a holiday. Like, there's these moments where I forget I'll never see him again." Harry ran a hand through his hair. Ginny merely nodded in agreement, she curled up next to Harry.

"I know what you're saying. It's really hard to think that he's actually gone." Ginny said. She was tearing up now. She very rarely cried, but with a mere thought of Fred, she could start bawling. "When I walked into the Great Hall after the battle was over, and I saw the red hair on the table, I couldn't believe my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was Fred or George until I got closer. It didn't fully sink in until I saw George crying. I couldn't believe that Voldemort had finally killed one of the most important people in my life, and had done this to my family, the people I loved more than anything in the world."

By this time tears were pouring down Ginny and Hermione's faces, and even Harry and Ron had let tears fall that they so desperately tried to hold in.

Ginny went on, "If only I had fought. If I hadn't listened to anyone. He may still be alive. It's all my fault. Why didn't I fight…" She said, looking at her hands.

"It's not your fault, Gin! It's all my fault," Harry said, "He died all because of me. You all are going through this because of me. If-"

Ginny interrupted, and sat up straight so she could look at him, "Harry, no! It's not y-"

"I know what you think, Ginny," Harry said angrily, "I know that you think it's not my fault."

"Because it's not!" Ginny said, for what seemed like the millionth time in the past months.

"No! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be going through this. Fred, my Mum, my Dad, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius, and all the other fucking people who died for me would all still be alive!" Harry yelled. Getting up from the couch.

"Harry, if it weren't for you, Voldemort would still be alive!" Ginny exclaimed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Harry, mate, you know no one blames you for anything…" Ron said.

"Yeah? What about me?! I blame myself, okay? Does that matter to any of you? How I feel? Because I feel like if I hadn't ever been alive, none of this would ever have happened!"

"Voldemort would still be alive!" Hermione half yelled. They all looked taken aback at her exclamation. But Hermione went on, louder this time, "If you hadn't ever lived, it would only have been worse! All those people died because they loved you! They hated Voldemort, and they died to bring him down! If you hadn't been alive, they would have fought him anyway. If you hadn't been alive they still would have died to save their families, their friends, the people they loved. They didn't die so you could feel sorry for yourself. They died so you and everyone else could have normal lives. So that everyone could go on living happily!"

"Oh, shut it, Hermione, you're full of crap," Harry said. Tears were rolling down his face now.

"Hey! Don't talk to her like that! Just because you're being a git doesn't mean you can take it out on her!" Ron said angrily while getting up from the couch.

"It's fine, Ron," Hermione said.

"No. It's not fine," Ron said facing Hermione but pointing to Harry, "He doesn't have the right to talk to people like that because he's hurting," He turned to Harry, "Because you know what, Harry? You're not the only one. We lost people we loved too!" Ron went and sat on one of the couches far away from Harry. There was a few minutes of silence. The only sound was of Ginny sniffling and crying quietly from her place on the chair she was sitting on.

Harry broke the silence however, "Listen, I'm sorry." The other three looked up from where they were seated. "I know it's hard for everyone. But I can't help but feel guilty for it all."

Ginny went and sat closer to Harry, and spoke soothingly, "You have to know it's not your fault, Harry. No one blames you for it all. Especially us," pointing to the other two. They had all stopped crying now. Harry looked down at his hands, and for a few minutes just sat there.

Harry looked up at Hermione a moment later, "I'm sorry Hermione. What you said was true."

"Thank you," she said matter-of-factly, with a nod of her head. Her response made the other three smile.

Amused, Harry said, "Your welcome." He leaned his head back to rest on the couch he was leaning on and closed his eyes.

"What about me? You gonna apologize?" Ron said half jokingly.

"You're the one who called me a git." Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"Right," Ron said. He got up from his chair and went over to Harry. His hand outstretched, he said, "Even?" Harry took that hand and shook it. Ron brought him up so he was standing and pulled him into a hug. They patted each other's backs and let go.

"I wish I was a guy…" Ginny said.

Harry whipped around and looked at her. "What?"

"You guys can forgive and forget so easily," Ginny said.

Harry let out a laugh and said relieved, "Oh."

Ginny giggled, and went over to Harry and kissed him. The kiss lasted a little too long so Ron interrupted, "Whoa! I'm right here you know."

But Hermione went over and grabbed his hand, "I think we should go unpack." She said with a wink.

He swallowed nervously, and looked back at Harry and Ginny, who were hugging now, and decided to take up the offer, "Okay." Hermione pulled him towards two rooms next to each other. The other two rooms for Harry and Ginny were on the opposite side of the room, next to each other as well. They closed the door which left Harry and Ginny alone in the common room.

The first part of this chapter is based on some of my experiences as well as what happened in the book. Some of what Ginny was saying about Fred was based on how I felt when my cousin was killed in the war. I actually cried when I wrote that Ginny was crying. That part came from my heart.

Oh, and that man hug, I had to put one in. The one in Deathly Hallows was just not enough. I'd be looking out for a few others in this story. You can never have enough man hugs between Harry and Ron.

Review please! I'd appreciate it so much.

Love ya,

Mads