She had to take a step back and look up to see his face. Sometimes it was a pain in the backside to be the only girl in the family, it made you shorter than everyone else. "It's me." she said with a nod. "Just...older. From many years after...." she was going to say after the battle, but she stopped herself. So many people she cared about had died that way. She could still remember the look on Molly's face when she was brought to Fred's body after the battle. It was, and still was, the worst and most haunting day of her life, even if they had won the battle.
A small tear escaped from the corner of her eyes as she looked at him, it as like seeing a ghost. Only he was real. "I never thought I'd see you again." she said, doing her best not to cry. She brushed her finger over her cheek to get rid of the drop of salt water making its way down her face. "But here you are." if only Mum was here too. She'd be in a fit of histarics and Fred would probably be crushed in a bone breakign hug.
With that hought, she threw her arms around him into a hug. Her brothers were everything to her, and losing one had completely devistated the family. There was always something missing now. This place was twisted, and completely mad, but it couldn't be all bad, if the people she had lost were showing up.