Harry had always been a light sleeper. Years of waking up in the middle of the night to terrifying nightmares of Lord Voldemort hadn't exactly helped that fact.
So, when someone opened his front door at two in the morning, it took him less than a second to clear his bed. Grabbing his wand and slipping on his spectacles, he quickly crept out of his bedroom. 12 Grimmauld Place was huge, so he might not have woken up at all, except that his room was on the ground floor. Thankfully, this also meant that he didn't have to worry about any squeaky staircases.
It had been a little more than six months since the Battle of Hogwarts, as everyone had come to call it. Perhaps Harry was a bit paranoid, but it could always be a rogue Death Eater… or an angry, vengeful wizard, bent on making Harry suffer for turning them in to the Ministry. Thanks to his new job as an Auror, he had recently become acquainted with plenty of those.
Silently, he slipped into the main hallway just as a shadowed figure rounded the corner. "Harry, put the wand away," a familiar voice said, and Harry blinked.
"Ginny?" he asked, confused. With a soft "lumos" he lit up her face – freckles and all. "What are you doing here at this hour?"
Ginny sighed. "I need a place to stay," she said quietly. Harry looked down and saw that she was holding a small suitcase. When he looked up again, their eyes met briefly. Then Ginny quickly looked away, setting her suitcase down.
Harry lit the hallway lanterns in silence before turning back to his girlfriend. "Why?" he asked carefully. When Ginny bit her lip and shook her head, the young man sighed. "Still that bad?" A silent nod was his only response. Trying not to let his concern show, Harry said, "Kreacher?" Immediately there was a pop! and the old house elf stood before him.
"Master called Kreacher?" the elf asked, his eyes still droopy from sleep.
"Yes. Sorry to wake you, but I need you to fix up a room for Ginny. She's going to be staying with us for a bit, and I'd like her to be comfortable."
Kreacher bowed to the young witch. "Mistress Ginny, Kreacher is most happy to see you." He turned back to Harry. "One moment, Master." With another pop! he vanished.
Harry turned to Ginny and was surprised to find her crying. He pulled her into his arms and held her. "Do you want to tell me?" he asked quietly.
Ginny shook her head and pulled away. Wiping her eyes she said, "Tomorrow."
Harry pulled her close again and squeezed her gently. "Of course."