After the War. (Harry Potter short stories)

Hinny

Ginny woke up panting, having a short intake of breath, and sweating heavily.

Harry also jumped up, quickly putting on his glasses.

"Gin, are you ok?" He asked, putting an arm around her. She was curled up in a ball, tears streaming down her face.

"Definitely not" Harry answered for her. "Ginny what's the matter?" She opened her mouth to speak, but then was interrupted by racks of sobs. She buried her face in Harry's shirt and continued to cry.

Harry softly stroked her red hair, letting her cry. Even without words, he could understand. No one was going to recover after the war. Not now. Not ever. Everyone had changed.

And no one

Will EVER

Recover.

I'm so sorry, i cri too.