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Ginny knows the taste of love. She knows it by her mothers hugs, by her brothers punches (although there maybe less now) and by her father words. She knows it, as if it was apart of her. She knows it, as if it was a kiss on the lips, a tingling sensation in her bones. She knows it as if it had lived forever, and ever in her heart. 

But love doesn’t make you weak. And Ginny punches through walls that never existed. She says spells with quivering words, and harsh tongues. She says what is needed, breathing resolution to a conflict that only she could change. 

And then Luna comes. 

And Ginny falls head over heels for a girl, with bright smiles and wondrous eyes, lighting complements and warm hands. She falls in love for the first time in her life, placing all of her broken shards in Luna’s hands.

 Luna says, that’s there nothing to fix. And it takes a while for Ginny to agree. 

Because the war is over. And everyone’s home, even if there is no real home. She sleeps with her wand over her cover, then over her pillow, then in her hand as the night progresses. There is still love her hands, and in her soul and everywhere else. But it feels used. It feels broken. It feels unsafe.

 And for the first time, Ginny starts to feel weak. She’s shaking, and screaming. She’s shattered (but lovely, as Luna says). She’s gone so far, so lost that her own tears cuts through her words. 

And She loses herself. (But Luna stays because it’s what she does) 

She relearns. Even if it’s small, and soft and Luna’s breathing about creatures that sound like a song she heard as a child. And her brothers are laughing, and playing quidditch. And there’s all around happiness in her world. In the world. She takes it upon herself to know the taste of love, and to be strong.

 But Luna is there. Luna is helping.