"Of course he sent Harry a letter. He probably has it by now," she murmured. She could not stop holding Ron's hands, strong and warm even through his gloves. "He - he told me to look after Harry, the way I always do. As if I wouldn't - "
The tears were back, this time falling silently. Her grief had subsided to a dull ache, but what was it like for Harry?
"We should go to Haven's Loft - he'll need us." The breeze ruffled her hair. She did not need to say that they would need Harry, too.