Harry thought about all all the events of the past month. The battle was finally over and instead of feeling elated he felt like he had no purpose. He had completed his mission. He was "the boy who lived, twice!"what should he do now? After the battle Hogwarts had closed down early for the summer Mrs Weasley has insisted that he come to the burrow until he had himself sorted. Hogwarts was reopening in September and students from the 7th year were invited back to take their exams in December after "a period of intense revision" He thought Hermonie and Ron intended to go back, but didn't have a chance to ask. Ron hadn't wanted to speak for the first week or so and since then all he wanted to do was sneak into darkened corners with Hermonie. He seemed to want to confide in her rather than him. Harry smiled at the thought of his two best friends finally realizing they were made for each other. His thoughts turned to Ginny who had since the start of the summer purposely walked out of every room that Harry entered. He wanted to speak to her but felt that it wasn't the right time. He turned over as best he could in the dark corner that his mattress was placed .and noticed a chink of light through the door that had never been there before. He was sure Mrs Weasley had come and checked they were asleep and closed all the doors. He grabbed his glasses and looked around, there in Ron's bed were two distinct people sized lumps asleep. He was sure he could make out their arms around each other. He realized that he wasn't going to get much sleep with the events of the recent past were flowing through his mind, He picked up his dressing gown and slid out of the door. As he walked downstairs he cast a silencing charm so he did not wake up anybody.
He got downstairs and took some pumpkin juice and placed his glass back in the sink. He walked out onto the porch outside. It wasn't really a porch but the first floor overhung the ground floor and a battered old sofa and a rocking chair had been put there as it was always dry. He gazed up at the stars and heard a funny sound. He grabbed his wand from the pocket of his dressing gown, you can never be to safe! He looked around and spotted a figure on the battered sofa. She turned her face away from him but he knew she was crying as she wiped her eyes. "Gin" he said. He went and sat down next to her and took her shoulders. She turned and cried into his chest. He realized this was the first time he had ever seen her cry, She always put a brave face on everything. He figured this was something that a brave face couldn't be put on. Harry didn't know what to do so he held her until her tears turned to sniffles.Through her gasps for air she managed to say " It's just sometimes i forget and i think i must tell Fred that and it all comes flooding back." Harry nodded knowing that he was just supposed to listen. He knew the feeling of wanting somebody back. " You know, when i want to speak to anybody that's not here" he hesitated at saying dead or any names of people he had lost as that may of seemed like asking for pity " I look up at the stars and i can see a star that's brighter than the others and i know it's them watching me. Wanting me to carry on" Ginny grinned
"Harry, thats what you tell children. I may as well believe in fairies" she said getting up and dancing around the sofa on tiptoes. He laughed as she danced around and then she flopped back on the sofa. An onlooker would think she was happy but he knew better. He wanted to take her pain away, something that he could never do. Harry lent over and pushed the hair out of her face. He absent-mindally ran his finger along her cheek. She grabbed his hand. " I'm not ready yet" she said letting his hand go and looking down at the floor. They both knew what she meant. It took a few seconds again for her thoughts to gather and to say something approaching english. She took hold of his other hand she looked up at him, right in his eyes "But i promise to let you know when i am" she said smiling at him again and turning and looking up at the sky she said "you know children aren't always wrong" and Harry felt her hand joining with his. He wished she would never let go. "I'm going to clean up Grimauld place before I go back. I'm going to ask Ron and Hermonie to help. Do you want to come?" She smiled "You're going back?" she questioned. " Don't have much of a choice without exam results" he said. She game him a smile and shook her head. " Soooo modest" she said, rolling her eyes, " Harry, you could walk into any job you wanted in the ministry of magic" " I wouldn't necessarily deserve it" he said. She took her hand away and looked up at the sky. "I'll ask Fred" she said walking back into the house. He could never understand anything she thought, was that a yes or a no? There was one thing he knew for sure and that was that she couldn't put a brave face on in front of him any longer.
I have more stories based around this time line which i will add if anybody likes them, so please review. Thanks.