Straight To My Head || Harry&Ginny Oneshot Collection

On My Own.

Summary: Ginny helps Harry heal after the war.

Mostly from Ginny's POV. (Some Harry)

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It didn't seem to matter how much the sun shone down on them. It didn't matter how much the birds sang in the trees. It didn't matter that the war was over and the world was safe once again. It didn't matter that they'd rebuilt the burrow. It wasn't her home anymore. It wasn't the home she'd grown up in. The sun didn't warm her skin and chase away the chills anymore. The birdsong didn't sound as sweet anymore. And just because the war was over didn't mean she was finally happy. How could she be? A chair around the table would forever remain empty. Jokes and pranks just didn't feel funny anymore. Laughter sounded hollow. Not that she'd laughed since it happened. How could anyone laugh knowing their own brother was gone? Ginny Weasley certainly couldn't.

She could still see it. His body laid on the cold stone floor of the great hall. His eyes closed, and his face peaceful. If it weren't for the tears and the heart-wrenching sobs around her, she'd have thought he was just sleeping. But he wasn't sleeping. He was dead. Gone forever. The pain in her chest was so fierce that she wondered how her heart was still beating. She didn't cry, though. She couldn't. In fact, she hadn't shed a single tear since they day they'd returned home nine days ago. Nine days of that damn empty chair. Ginny wanted to smash it. She wanted to smash it to pieces, burn it, and scream. But more than anything, she wanted her brother back. She wanted Fred back.

"Has anyone heard from Harry?"

Ginny lifted her gaze from her teacup, the contents now stone cold, up to her mother, who'd asked the question.

"He's still at Grimmauld Place." Ron said from the seat beside Ginny.

"I wish he'd come home." Mrs Weasley sighed. "I'm worried about him."

Ginny was worried, too. She hadn't seen Harry since the day they left Hogwarts. That day had been a blur of tears and heavy emotions. He'd barely said a word to anyone. Even Ginny.  He'd told Ron he was returning to the former home of his late Godfather. The once headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. He'd hugged Mrs Weasley, Ron, and Hermione, wishing her good luck in her journey to find her parents. And all Ginny had received, was a simple kiss on the cheek and a promise to be in touch soon. That was also nine days ago.

"I wrote to him, but he didn't respond." Ron said, shaking his head.

"Will you try again?" Mrs Weasley said. "He shouldn't be alone at a time like this."

Ginny agreed. He shouldn't. But she also knew Harry. And she knew he felt too guilty to face the Weasley's right now. He felt too guilty to face anyone. He needed time and space to gather his thoughts and process everything. Something he wouldn't get living in the Burrow.

"I'll try, but I don't think he's ready to come back yet, Mum."

Ginny wished she was old enough to apparate herself to Grimmauld Place. She wished she could go to Harry. She just wanted to see him. She needed to make sure he was okay. She needed to focus on something other than the constant pain in her chest.

"Maybe he's not responding because it's from you." Charlie said gently.

Ginny's eyes flicked up to her brother.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron said defensively. Tensions were high these days.

"It means, as much as he cares about the rest of us, I don't think you're the Weasley he needs to hear from." Charlie continued calmly.

All eyes seemed to simultaneously turn to Ginny. She sat up straighter in her seat, staring back at her family. "What?"

"Have you tried to write to Harry, dear?" Mrs Weasley asked.