Harry could not sleep. He lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling of his flat's bedroom. Turning his head, he saw that his bedside clock read 2:26 am. Harry sighed and sat up, burying his face in his hands.

Ron had been dead for a year, and Hermione, two. Harry had just recently been strong enough to partially accept their deaths, because he could never truly and wholeheartedly accept the fact that they were dead. However, every once in a while, he would lay awake for a night just thinking about them and holding onto the many memories he had stored into his mind. On these nights, he usually lay alone, but on others, Ginny would come into his room and lay in his arms when she couldn't stop thinking about them. She was just as mournful as Harry was about her brother and Hermione.

A knock on the door startled Harry out of his many thoughts. The door cracked open and there was Ginny, looking surprised when she laid eyes on him. "You're awake."

"Couldn't sleep," said Harry simply. "You?"

"Nope." Ginny approached him carefully and sat down across from him, gripping his hands in her own. "Were you thinking of…them?"

Harry nodded, staring at their hands in between their crossed legs. "It's getting easier but – I still have nights when –" he cut off his sentence and fell silent.

"– When all those memories come back and you have no choice but to think of them?" finished Ginny suggestively. He nodded again but said nothing.

"I know the feeling," she said. "But we are going to get through this. We're not going to forget them. But we're going to move on." Harry looked up, meeting Ginny's pleading brown eyes for the first time. If it had been a year previous, he would've yelled at her for suggesting such an idiotic and arrogant thing. But he had had his year of mourning, and Ron and Hermione weren't coming back. He needed to move on.

And just as suddenly, their voices flooded his mind. He heard things they had said in the past, or things they had said so often, it had become their catch phrase.

Harry nodded and fell into Ginny's arms, hugging her tightly. He kissed her gently and promised he would move on from the deaths of his best friends. Just as she was snuggling down next to him in his bed, Harry heard the voices of his friends in his head one last time:

"Ugh, spare me, mate! She's my sister!"

"Oh, honestly, Ron! I think it's sweet!"