[It's not that it isn't tempting to rise to the bait, because it is, and Harry reads the subtext as plainly as if Fred had outright said it. It'd be satisfying, wouldn't it, to at least talk of having a go at each other like that, work off anger and sadness in that way without ever having to lift a wand. But this is Fred, this is Fred, and Ron is his brother, and - Harry reins in his temper and levels his voice this time, speaks quietly, remembers that Fred is in a building for remembrance in front of a picture of his youngest brother.
(When he tries to think of what to say, he thinks of Luna in the minutes after, coaxing patronuses out of them and reminding them to keep fighting.)]
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Date: 2011-11-09 12:55 am (UTC)(When he tries to think of what to say, he thinks of Luna in the minutes after, coaxing patronuses out of them and reminding them to keep fighting.)]
We're still here, you know - the rest of us.
[And you, he doesn't say, you are too.]