It's Alright to Cry

Chapter 4

That morning none of us spoke. Mum made us breakfeast, her wand flying this way and that. The rest of us sat there, not eating. Some were playing with their food, or attempting to eat it. George wasnt even there. I doubt he'll even leave his room at all in the next few weeks. After breackfeast most of us went back upstairs. To mourn. To cry. And to comfort eachother. Chalrie, Bill and dad went to get Freds body. Fred. Georges twin. His bread to his butter. His bat to his bludger. His partner in crime. I didn't realize that I was crying until i felt a soft hand pull me in his chest. I sobbed into him for what felt like hours until the tears finally stopped. I looked up at Harry qnd saw guilt flooding his face. "Don't even think about it." I say sternly, punching him lightly on the arm. "Think about what?" He asks, trying to play it inoccent. "Its not your fault. They all chose to fight. And Fight they did. They faught for whats right. Not because some one made them fight." I say searching his eyes, theres guilt and sorrow. Like always. I'm sure that guilt will be there for years. "Tell me everything." I whisper. Harry looks into my eyes, knowing that its a command, not a question, and takes a deep breath. "I... It's complecated." He whispers, avoiding my glare. "Don't try that Harry. Please? I'm only a year younger than you. Besides I'm more mature than Ron." I plead, the last part somewhat jokingly. "I.... Fine." He says after another minute, trying to find away to slip past it. But to no avail. And so it began. He told me everything. From, the ministry, to the horcruxes to godrics hallow. When he got to the battle itself, there were tears in my eyes and I could see guilt filling his face. "Harry," I whisper. "It's alright to cry."