Ginny walked into her room and breathed a sigh, relieved that it was finally bed time. Her room was very simple: a bed under the window, a chest of drawers, with a hand decorated trinket box on top, and a mirror hanging just above. It wasn't much, but it was hers and she adored that feeling of comfort that it gave her. No matter what happened, being here always felt safe and right. She walked over to her bed, opened the window and looked up.
Above her, the stars danced in their own light, the moon playing hide and seek with the only cloud in the sky. She smiled to herself, taking in the beauty of the night sky. She loved where their house was, no lights around to ruin view of the night sky that always felt like it was alive above her, like the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, but better. She flopped backwards onto her bed and closed the window. She was exhausted and before she knew it, she was asleep.
That night, Ginny had nightmares. She spent the whole night tossing and turning and struggling so much so that by the time it was morning, she woke to find herself in a pool of sweat, with scratches all over her arms. She sighed in frustration. This had happened every night since she came home from Hogwarts, since... she pushed the thought from her mind and got dressed. As she glanced in the mirror, she noticed the dark circles around her eyes and grunted in frustration. "I look like I haven't slept" she mumbled to herself. She reached for the pot of cream that she had been given by her Muggleborn classmate and wiped it over the circles until they disappeared. She smiled as she could hear her dad's voice in her head, "Ingenious, those Muggles", she chuckled and ran down the stairs for breakfast.