"Right," Harry said, taking a deep breath. "You were here... before me, actually. For a long time. You were eighteen, so it was... a bit weird, with us, but it was fine." He sighed. "I shouldn't have let you fight," he said, low. "I know, you'll say that's hypocritical and insulting, or whatever. I don't care. I should have protected you, and I didn't. They - there was a fight, and - Nott - " he swallowed. He had to say the words. He owed her that much. "He killed you," he said, finally. "You died, Gin."