And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again

After Ginny had shoved Harry towards the bathroom with a clean towel and instructions not to drown himself, she had set to work on cleaning the apartment. Magic certainly had its upsides when it came to domestic chores: Ginny managed to clean the living room, kitchen, and the hallway in half an hour.

Ginny was making herself a cup of tea when Harry came downstairs. He was wearing a dark green top and jeans, and, had he not looked so sick, Ginny would have thought he looked rather attractive.

'Sorry about all the mess.' Harry murmured.

Ginny eyed him over her cup. 'When was the last time you ate, Harry?'

Harry muttered something inaudible.

'Right then,' Ginny replied, as if she had understood Harry perfectly. 'Toast?'

Harry watched as Ginny made some toast in his muggle toaster. Years of having to put up with a muggle gadget obsessed father paid off sometimes.

'Gin, I'm really sorry about this.' Harry said quietly.

Ginny looked over at Harry, wondering what he meant by that. But before she could say anything, he burst into speech.

'I didn't think I would turn out like this, really. I thought it would be better, now that Voldemort had gone, and the Ministry was ok. But I keep going back. In my dreams, in my thoughts... I can't get them out of my head. Tonks, Lupin, Fred, Colin... Everybody! I don't feel like I deserve all the praise, when I let them die! It's my entire fault that they're dead!'

Harry did not cry, but Ginny knew that had he had any tears left, he would have. A new emotion washed over her: guilt. How long had Harry sat in this flat, without hope, without comfort, without her?

'I thought about visiting you, properly, not just visiting the Burrow,' Harry said suddenly. 'But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Like a lot of things I mean to do. I just end up at Andromeda's house, with Teddy. It seems kind of strange, but he reminds me why I'm here. I'm not entirely sure why, but he just does. '

The toast popped, but both Ginny and Harry ignored it. Harry spoke again.

'Thanks for coming today, Gin. It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me, but you probably don't think the same way anymore, with the war and...'

He didn't get to finish his sentence: Ginny had pulled him into a tight hug

'Harry James Potter, you complete idiot.' She murmured against his t-shirt. 'You will always mean a lot to me.' she looked up into his green eyes. 'Did you really think otherwise?'

Harry managed a weak smile, but that was all Ginny needed.

'Promise me, something, ok? Promise me that you'll get better. That you'll smile again.' She breathed. 'I need to see you smile again.'

She stared at him intently, waiting for a response. After a long silence, Harry replied.

'I promise.'

Ginny hugged him tightly. 'Good. Now, do you mind having cold toast or should I make another batch?'