-1 "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
Harry could not believe how true this was. His mind flashed back to all of the bad memories of his past. All of the previous year, getting the locket, the Ministry, the Sorcerer's Stone, the Triwizard Tournament, the dementor attacks, his whole life at the Dursley's, the Quidditch World Cup, the Chamber of Secrets. It was all so much. Just thinking about it made him even more tired. He walked up to the Gryffindor dormitories without even waiting for Ron or Hermione. To tell the truth, he didn't want to talk to anyone at that point. When Harry reached the portrait if the fat lady, he remembered he didn't have the password. "No matter, my dear boy, for you are the destroyer of evil!"
Harry could tell she was drunk, but he didn't say anything. When he walked through the portrait hole, he looked around to see who was there, too, but he didn't see anyone. They must be in the Great Hall or something, he thought. Harry saw some destruction to the common room and felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't help but think this was all his fault. When he reached the dormitory at the very top of the boys' side, he opened the door and was relieved to see that it looked like it did last time he was in it, though it seemed happier. Harry trudged over to his bed and then took off his shoes and robes. He had just enough strength to pull the covers over his body.
When Harry woke up there was another occupant in his bed with red hair. She was already awake. Whether she got up early and joined him in bed and never slept or if she joined him as soon as she came in the room, Harry did not know. He just knew that both of them had smiles on their faces.
"Good morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?" asked Ginny.
"How long were you there?" responded Harry.
"I've been here since I walked in, which was at about 5:00," she answered.
"What time is it now?" Harry asked. He pointed his newly repaired wand at his watch. "Reparo. 2:37! Why'd you let me sleep that long?"
"Trust me, Harry, you need it. You should go take a shower. You're a mess."
When Harry stood up he felt pain he didn't have the night before. He was surprised he even made it to the shower. When he was in it, he ran the water extra hot. It felt good against the fresh bruises and cuts. He looked towards the drain and saw with slight horror a lot of blood, dirt, and ash. Harry couldn't remember the last time he took a shower. All he knew was it was months. When he got out of the shower, he realized he didn't bring any clothes with him. He swore under his breath and opened up the door to see if anyone was out there. He was relieved to see that everyone left. He walked out of the bathroom and went over to his bed. Harry didn't have any clothes with him. What did you learn magic for, you prat, Harry thought to himself. He grabbed the clothes he wore the previous day and cast a few spells until they were as good as new. He had just pulled up his underwear the door opened to reveal a paranoid looking Ginny.