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The Trio and Ginny finished eating. They rose from their seats and headed over to where the rest of the Weasley family were sitting. The four of them braced themselves for Mrs. Weasley's wrath but it didn't come. She simply sat there with George, while Mr. Weasley patted her back. Silent tars ran down her eyes as she stared in to the open air. Harry inhaled a sharp breath and had to steady himself. Ginny walked forward and hugged her mother and brother. Ron looked at the enchanted ceiling trying to fight back the tears that were threating to spill out of his eyes and Hermione took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Harry looked at all of them, he couldn't help but feel responsible for the pain that was inflecting them. He felt guilty, if only he had gotten to Voldemort sooner maybe Fred would be alive...
"I've moved him dad." Harry turned to see Bill joining the rest of the family. "I moved him from the classroom and placed... him with the... others."
Mr. Weasley nodded a small sad smile and put his head back on his wife's shoulder. Harry stood there wishing that he could not feel, he wished he could lay down with Fred, Tonks and lupin and join them in their peaceful slumber. Ginny lifted her head and looked Harry directly in the eyes. He met her gaze and he saw nothing but hurt and pain.
Pain he had caused, he thought.
He couldn't stand it, he had to get out of there. He had brought them enough suffering, he didn't think he could stand hurting the ones he loved anymore. He swiftly turned around and left the Great Hall. He almost ran the whole way Gryffindor tower. He entered the empty common room and sat down down on the scarlet couch. He put his head in his hands, and ran them through his hair.
He thought about Fred, his Parents, Sirius, Mad-eye, Cedric, Tonks, Lupin and Colin. They were all dead because of him, he thought. They had all lost their lives trying to protect him. Suddenly tears formed in his eyes and he let them run freely.
He cried.
He cried for all of them. He cried because of the hell he had been put through his whole life. All the pain and all the heartache that he had bottled for years just spilled over like a bottle of Butterbeer being shaken and suddenly opened. His whole body began to shake and he began rocking back and forth. Everything from the past just flooded his mind and he allowed all of his defenses to go down.
He cried and cried but for how long he didn't know. Quite suddenly he heard footsteps to his right but he didn't let them stop his out pouring of emotions. The noise stopped just in front of him, but he didn't have to look up to see who it was. The waft of flowery scent that he knew so well engulfed him, as did her warm arms. He placed his head on Ginny's shoulder and hugged her tightly. Though he didn't realize it at the time, waking up that morning with her beside him was the best feeling he had ever felt. His thought was then replaced by the image of the killing curse just missing her by an inch. He gripped her tighter and still he didn't let up his tears. He thought about what Neville told them, about what happened in Hogwarts that year. He didn't even what to imagine the torture she had endured at the hands of the Carrow's. And yet again his mind when back to his original thought.
She went through all that for him.
She began rubbing circles on his back, telling him in a non-verbal way that everything was going to be okay.
"I'm so sorry." he said.
"Shhhhh" said Ginny, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her."You've have nothing to be sorry for."
"Yes I do." he said. "Fred didn't die by my hand. but you might as well say he did. If I had only given myself to Voldemort sooner, I might have been able to--"
But he was cut off by another voice. "HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
The both of them turned around to see the whole Weasley family and Hermione standing there.
Mrs. Weasley was standing with her hands on her hips and Harry knew that it had been her that called his name. "Don't say that." she simply said. "No one blames you."
Harry couldn't look her in the eye. "What I said is true." Everyone looked at him in utter shock but Harry continued. "If I had only turned myself over sooner, maybe their lives could have been spared."
He arose from his spot on the couch and walked over to the dying fire, looking straight into it.
"Maybe if I hadn't met any of you Fred might still be alive. Maybe if I hadn't met any of you, you wouldn't have had to go through so much pain. Everything is all my fault"
"Harry dear--" said Mrs. Weasley. But she too was cut off by someone else.
It was George.
"No, mum Harry's right."
Everyone turned to look at him and Harry lowered his head, silently agreeing with him.
"Yes, Harry you're right. Maybe if we hadn't met you, Fred might still be alive. Yes, you are right on that accord. But if we hadn't met you, we would have buried dad two years ago. And we might have buried Ron last year, and we probably would be burying mum tomorrow. And lastly, we would have never gotten the chance to bury Ginny because her body would have been lying in the Chamber of Secrets...forever."
Harry whiped his head up and looked to George and then to Ginny.
"If mum was right about anything in her life, she was right when she said It was a lucky day for the Weasley's when Ron sat in your compartment" said George."Now you can keep sulking like you are and blaming yourself. Or you can take responsibility for being the hero that you are. Harry, you've saved all of us in one way or another. Hell you've saved the Whole world."
George walked forward and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, looking him in the eyes.
"You didn't kill Fred, he knew what he was getting in to when we came. He died doing something he believed in."
George smiled, even though there was sadness etched in his face.
"If Fred were here and he could see you like this, he'd call you a sodding prat and tell you to get on with it."
Before Harry could stop himself he smiled. "Thanks George."
George nodded and looked to his mother. "Now that this is all settled. Didn't you want to talk to these four mum?"
After many, many, many requests and threats of hunting me down, I wrote another chapter for the Reunion fans. I can't believe the responces I have gotten for this story, I am truly speachless. Thank you.
I know this chapter took a more serious tone, but with Fred being dead I couldn't just make it all Happy anymore, but I couldn't help myself with the last line. I'm better at writing comedy, than "serious" type stuff. but I think this chapter fits, and I hope you liked it.