Summary: Harry had always been a person of few words. Ginny had always been the talkative one.
That much is obvious.
From Harry and Ginny's POV
Is that so incomprehensible? That a seventeen year old is fighting to beat the darkest man in the world, not for glory, not out of vengeance, but for, well, his best mate’s little sister?
It seemed that I should be the only one that was allowed to run to him for comfort, for reassurance. It didn’t seem fair that I had to share Harry Potter with the world.