It was cold by the fireplace. Even though there was a brightly burning fire in the grate, she still felt cold. There was little warmth these days. The sun did little to comfort them and what life there was left in Hogwarts was crushed by the new regime.
She pulled her blanket closer around her shoulder, gazing deep into the flames. She could almost see his face in the crackling coals. His smile, his warm loving smile she longed to see.
His voice, just talking to her about Chess or Quidditch. She could hear it so clearly and yet it was so far away, like a distant fading memory that she was losing her grip on, running away like water slipping through her cupped hands.
It all seemed like a dream, all the times she had spent with Harry. It all seemed so long ago.
"Come back Harry," she said to the empty common room "come back!"
"Just wait Ginny." She turned to see him stood there, smiling at her, and she felt … warm. She felt love and joy and happiness spill over her body.
Then she woke, and the sun was falling across her.
Another cold day had started at Hogwarts.
