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How To Save A Life

Harry's POV

"You alright, Ron?", Harry asked as he sat beside his best friend on his bed. Ron only shrugged, his eyes glued to a letter he had received from Hermione that morning as he sat there in an uncomfortable silence. "She'll be back before you know it", he tried to reassure him.

"I know. I just don't know how we're meant to pull through this, Harry. I cant have Hermione with me every second of every single day. Its unhealthy to want her like that just so I can stop feeling sorry for myself. But I don't see any other way forward", he sighed. Harry frowned at his friend, not sure of what to say next as he gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before getting up and wandering down to the next floor of The Burrow where Fred and George's bedroom door was left wide open. He dared to wander inside. The guilt he felt began to consume him as he looked around the, almost empty, room. He lightly ran his fingers across the posters on the wall. Quidditch players wearing emerald green and white zoomed around, cheering as a Leprechaun of fireworks danced in the background.

"You shouldn't be in here", a dark voice came from behind him. Harry spun around on his heel to see George standing in the doorway, slanting his back slightly as he looked past Harry and out of the window. Without protest, Harry left the room, shuffling past George as he walked down to the living room. Molly and Arthur had taken Ginny into Diagon Alley for the afternoon to spend some time with their only daughter and Harry had no idea what to do with himself. He understood Ron in that sense. He knew George was grieving and didn't mean to be so cold towards him, but then again, Harry couldn't blame him. Molly, Arthur, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys (excluding George) had told him countless times that he mustn't blame himself, but he couldn't help but do so. He had torn their family apart. This wonderful family that had looked after and cared for him for years and how had he repaid them for their kindness? And then it would begin. Harry sat and thought about the Weasleys without Fred. He then thought about his young godson, Teddy Lupin, and how he would never get to know his parents. Colin Creevey, Dobby, Sirus, Dumbledore. Tears began to fill his eyes as he pulled at his hair furiously, chanting 'I'm sorry' over and over again. As if out of nowhere, Ginny rushed to his side, shushing him as he forced her into a hug. He continued to chant as he fought against her comfort. He didn't deserve this from her. He didn't deserve her at all. He freed himself from Ginny's embrace as he got up and rushed past Molly and Arthur, who stood back at a loss of what to do, and made his way out of the house and into the Orchard. He sat in the same spot he had sat in with Ron and Hermione just days ago as he let his head hang down to his knees. It wasn't long before Ginny was sat beside him once again.

"You've got to stop doing this to yourself", she told him sternly.

"Its all I deserve", he admitted.

"For Merlin's sake, Harry- shut up!", she suddenly snapped. Harry looked at her, surprised. "If any of us blamed you do you think you'd be here right now? Sleeping under our roof? Eating our food?", she continued.

"But, George-"

"Sod George for a minute!", she snapped once more. "He's hurting, Harry. We all are. Look at all of us, will you? Mum's smiling and laughing one moment and then crying the next. Dad's keeping a smile on his face for all of us, but I've heard him cry at night. Ron's barely eating or talking to anyone but you and Hermione, and she's half way across the world searching for her parents and look at you!", she raised her voice, taking his chin in her hands. "We all have to deal with this in our own way. There isn't a right or wrong way but blaming yourself definitely isn't going to help", her voice returned to its soft tone as she looked hopelessly into his eyes. Harry felt a new pang of guilt in his heart. He knew all of this, and yet, he continued to be the same. He couldn't fight it. He could forget for mere moments at a time, but it would still haunt him.

"I'm sorry", he sobbed, dropping his head into his hands. Ginny pulled him into her, this time, he didn't fight it. He allowed himself to collapse into her and cry. He cried for his parents, his lost teachers and friends. He cried for Sirius Black and he cried for all that had been lost. Ginny ran her fingers through his jet black hair, feeling his whole body shudder with grief under her touch.

"Its alright, Harry", she told him, tears beginning to rim her own eyes. Harry clung on to her for dear life, grateful for her presence in general. Grateful for her love. It felt good to have cried. He hadn't cried like that since Sirius had passed on through the veil. And then he sat up straight, looking deep into Ginny's eyes and decided that he would get through this. No matter what it took. For her.