2nd May 1998

Ginny stared at the ceiling. She was so tired but somehow sleep kept escaping her.

It was so hard to believe that she would never see Fred again. Wouldn't laugh with Tonks over dinner. Wouldn't see Remus raise his son Teddy.

To think he would never know his parents. Instinctively she knew her family would fill the gap but somehow it wasn't the same. At least he had Harry. Harry would always understand how he felt.

Her thoughts fell momentarily on when she thought him gone forever.

Just thinking it hurt; even though she knew it wasn't true – that he had won.

It hadn't sunk in that it was over. What little she had seen of Harry it didn't appear that it had sunk in for him either. She knew that the weight of the lives lost would weigh on him for years. That no matter what anyone said he would always feel they had died because of him.

Fred.

He hadn't been far from her thoughts since she had seen him lying in the Great Hall. Her heart ached. She daren't think what George was going through. He seemed to be completely numb, in shock. She couldn't blame him she was in shock herself.

Ginny heard Harry cry out. It wasn't loud enough to have woken anyone. Not that many of them were asleep.

Fed up of lying awake, Ginny slid out of bed careful not to wake Hermione in the camp bed. Ginny envied her her sleep but knew that she had had little sleep since August when they had left The Burrow.

Ginny slid quietly upstairs to Ron's room. Ginny smiled as she approached the door – trust Ron to sleep soundly, if loudly, at a time like this!

Cracking the door open Ginny peeked her head round. The small amount of light showed Harry lying in the spare bed. He lifted his head to see who had come in.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I couldn't sleep anyway. I wanted to make sure you were ok … well, not ok, I mean –"

"I know. It was just a nightmare. Go back to bed."

Ginny crept further into the room and sat on the bed next to Harry.

"I've been so worried about you – not knowing where you were or if they had caught up with you."

"I would have sent a message if I could, you know I would."

"I know. It didn't make it easier."

Ginny shivered. She wasn't sure if it was the cold of the relief that Harry had been ok all these months.

"Come here – you must be freezing."

Harry lifted the corner of his blanket to invite Ginny in. She looked him straight in the eye for the first time since walking into the room and raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"What?" asked Harry "Not like that! You're shivering!"

Ginny waivered as she felt a cold draft come across the room. She climbed in and rolled over to face Harry.

"Tell me about the last few months." Harry whispered as he brushed some hair from Ginny's face. She felt a buzz run down her whole body.

"Why?"

"I want to know. I thought about you the whole time."

"Me too."

Ginny could feel herself drifting off to sleep.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. We can talk about it properly."

"Ok." Harry wrapped the blanket tightly around them both and left his arm draped across her. She snuggled in closer as he felt sleep claim him too. The first dreamless sleep he had had in years.

Author's Note

Hi folks, this is my first (published) fanfic – let me know what you think. I have more after this scene, but if you want me to leave it as a one shot let me know.

Lisa x