Date: 19 May 1998 Characters: Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, other Weasleys and people at the Battle Location: Hogwarts Status: Public Summary: Voldemort is dead, but Molly is panicked - She wants to find her family. Completion: Incomplete
Dad and Percy were sitting by Fred and Gin sat at the table and watched them, wishing that it wasn't so bright. The sun really had no right to shine right now.
People passed her by and she hardly noticed, but she still wondered where Charlie was. And George. She wanted George so badly that it ached.
Mum had stepped away for a moment and Bill had as well and it made her feel unaccountably nervous, but she didn't understand why. It wasn't as if them being there made her feel less alone. Nothing seemed to.
Neville stepped into the Great Hall for the first time in hours. It seemed an age had passed since he'd eaten here and Luna had managed to distract the crowd of mostly female students so he could eat. Since then he'd done pretty much anything and everything asked of him, and he'd never felt so tired in his life.
A glimpse of bright red hair caught the corner of his eye and he turned, spotting Ginny sitting alone, other members of her family nearby. He hesitated, chewing his bottom lip. He knew about Fred, but wasn't sure Ginny would welcome his presence in her and her family's time of grief.
She looked so small and forlorn, though, and the sight made his heart clench. He might not be able to say anything to lessen her pain - he didn't think anyone had that power - but he could...be there, if she wanted something from him. Even if it was to tell him to go away.
Someone sad down beside of her and she didn't turn at first until she heard his voice.
Neville.
She turned her face toward him and tried to smile but it fell flat.
"Hey, Nev," she said weakly, looking him over. He looked tired. "Are you all right? You're not hurt are you? You were brilliant out there, you know? I'm proud of you." And she meant every word, it just sounded odd, her voice, flat and raspy.
Neville looked down at his palms, noticing for the first time that he'd burned them when ripping the Sorting Hat from his head. They hurt, now that he actually saw the angry red skin.
They could wait. They'd waited this long.
Ginny's smile was weak, but there, and he smiled back. "I'll be okay once I've had a bit of a rest."
It took a few moments for the rest of her words to filter through his exhausted brain, and he just barely held back a groan. "I killed a snake, Gin. You'd think it had been V-Voldemort himself, the way some people have acted. I don't understand it." He sighed before catching her eyes. "I'm sorry. About everything."
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People passed her by and she hardly noticed, but she still wondered where Charlie was. And George. She wanted George so badly that it ached.
Mum had stepped away for a moment and Bill had as well and it made her feel unaccountably nervous, but she didn't understand why. It wasn't as if them being there made her feel less alone. Nothing seemed to.
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A glimpse of bright red hair caught the corner of his eye and he turned, spotting Ginny sitting alone, other members of her family nearby. He hesitated, chewing his bottom lip. He knew about Fred, but wasn't sure Ginny would welcome his presence in her and her family's time of grief.
She looked so small and forlorn, though, and the sight made his heart clench. He might not be able to say anything to lessen her pain - he didn't think anyone had that power - but he could...be there, if she wanted something from him. Even if it was to tell him to go away.
He walked over and sat down beside her. "Hi."
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Neville.
She turned her face toward him and tried to smile but it fell flat.
"Hey, Nev," she said weakly, looking him over. He looked tired. "Are you all right? You're not hurt are you? You were brilliant out there, you know? I'm proud of you." And she meant every word, it just sounded odd, her voice, flat and raspy.
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They could wait. They'd waited this long.
Ginny's smile was weak, but there, and he smiled back. "I'll be okay once I've had a bit of a rest."
It took a few moments for the rest of her words to filter through his exhausted brain, and he just barely held back a groan. "I killed a snake, Gin. You'd think it had been V-Voldemort himself, the way some people have acted. I don't understand it." He sighed before catching her eyes. "I'm sorry. About everything."
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