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Everyone's messed up after the war, but perhaps relying on someone makes things a little better.
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- George had never known silence. For all of 20 years, it had never been quiet. Fred made sure of that. Feeling the stares of his family on him.. He had fixated his view on one of the broken windows in the Great Hall. The rays of dawn reflected a pattern onto the ground in front of it. It was beautiful– George hated it. Nothing about today was beautiful, and he was afraid it might never be like that again.
- “You should get some rest”.. He knew without looking that it was the voice of his younger brother. It had become deeper since the last time he had seen him. George noticed. “I’m not tired” Ron placed a too-gentle hand on his brother’s arm.. “I know, but you should still rest” “I’m resting” “George” “Just leave” Ron sighed, removing his hand and standing up, “We’re going up to Gryffindor Tower. You can join us whenever you’re ready” George mumbled something between an ‘okay’ and ‘leave me alone’, still staring at the pattern on the ground. When he felt Ron walk away, he focused his eyes on his back, following his confident movement. He had grown up so much, George noticed again. He watched as his younger brother embraced their mother and father, took Hermione’s hand and walked out.. as if it was nothing. As if he had not been just a dumb 11-year-old yesterday. George felt the corners of his mouth move up and wondered whenever that had happened.
- His smile dropped the moment his eyes caught sight of Percy, who had his head in his hands.. Charlie had placed a comforting arm around him and was whispering something that George couldn’t hear. Behind them were Bill and Fleur, arm in arm. “Merlin, can’t they get it together?” His chuckle died in his throat when he turned his head to the empty spot on his right. Oh right. The familiar burning sensation in his throat returned, and he tried to swallow it away again. This time, he reacted too late, and he was sobbing before he could stop it.. He didn’t care who was watching. He cared that Fred wasn’t– hated that he wasn’t going to make fun of him. As he sat there and cried, he felt smaller arms around him. “I’m staying with you,” Ginny whispered, as she hugged him tight- Silence. A period of time without any talking. Or the feeling of suffocation.. Like walls crawling towards you in a dark room or a crushing hug from Aunt Muriel.. It inevitably means you’re going to get crushed. Whether that is from your anxiety or your least favourite family member is up to the situation
- Ron would have never thought that his best friend not speaking to him would be a good thing. Over these last years, he had (painfully) experienced that if Hermione Granger was quiet, it could only mean one thing– he (or sometimes Harry, mainly him though) had fucked up. Ron liked to call it Granger-Danger, only silently, that goes without saying. His eyes dropped to where their hands were still interlocked. When he had grabbed hers earlier in the Great Hall, it wasn’t something he had done intentionally, but more subconsciously. It just felt right. She didn’t protest and had even tightened her own grip. No words had been spoken since. Ron didn’t feel like celebrating when his eyes landed on his brother, and he was reminded that he would never again see him smile the way he had before. He had tried to talk to him. Nothing had come from it. Ron could not blame him; he might have lost a brother, but George had lost a part of himself
- “Can I stay with you tonight?” “Yes” the word left his mouth like a breath, like it was the easiest thing he had ever spoken. Hermione walked towards the bed, his bed, and climbed under the covers. She turned towards Ron, who was still standing in the middle of the room, mindlessly following her every move. “Ron” she whispered, “are you okay?” He nodded, knowing it was a lie and joined Hermione under the covers. He turned towards her, their faces only inches apart. “Good night, ‘Mione” he whispered. “Good night, Ron” His eyes fell shut. A smile on his face, despite the hole in his heart- George stirred beside her, and Ginny immediately turned back to him.. “Did you sleep?” There was no point in adding an alright. “Barely” he said. “Okay” “I’m gonna go for a walk” “Okay” Ginny watched as (he) walked towards the exit of the Great Hall, his steps heavy as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. She couldn’t help the tears that formed in her eyes and soon felt rolling down her cheeks. As she lost sight of her brother, her eyes wandered around the Hall once more. She didn’t know what, or who, she was looking for, but when her eyes locked with his, she knew he was the one she needed to see
- Harry looked pale, his hair somehow messier than usual, but he was alive, and that is all that Ginny could focus on in this moment. “Gin” Harry breathed into her hair, “I’m so sorry” She didn’t respond, but held on even tighter as the two of them cried in each other's arms, unaware of what their future might look like