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This is a new story from me, Ms. O which I'm not really sure is that good, so it would be great if I got some feedback. Constructive criticism is muchly appreciated so PLEASE REVIEW!

It had been more than six months since the reign of the Dark Lord had ended and still Harry could feel Tom Riddle's presence. One in a while, when he recalled that final battle, the final destruction of the final piece of Voldermort's soul, a pang in his forehead just beneath the lightening bolt scar would disturb him to his core. There was no rhyme to this incessant pain, at times he would be awoken by it deep in the middle of the night and there would be no way for him to return to his peaceful slumber. Which of course would wake Ginny, leaving the both of them to lie morningly in each other's arms, longing for the loss of their loved ones to be erased from their memories.

Unfortunately, the night before had been another one of those nights. As Harry and Ginny walked hand in hand down the market square just a few meters from the hostel they were staying at, both resembled characters out of a zombie film. Ginny's eyes had almost permanent bags and Harry's overall demeanor worsened by the hour.

"Want to see if there's a film playing over at the theatre? We usually fall asleep to all those Russian romantic musicals." Ginny suggested, suppressing a yawn beneath her breath.

"Nah, I'm sick of the theatre." Harry replied, browsing the rows and rows of freshly picked produce on either side of the exhausted couple.

"All the more reason to go. We'll both be bored out of our minds, thus lulling us to a peaceful and shameless sleep." Ginny said, trying her best to give credence to her argument with a fake smile.

"I think if my exhaustion isn't putting me to sleep, than nothing else will." Harry said, picking up a fresh bunch of red grapes and examining their condition.

"I still don't understand why we don't just conjure a slumber charm for you. It would make this all a lot easier." Ginny glanced at the grapes as well but was more interested in their conversation than food.

"I told you, Ginny. When we use a charm the pain is worse, I get dreams about him again." Ginny saw the sincerity in Harry's tone even though his eyes were still directed at the grapes. She knew how it felt to have the power of the Dark Lord running through your veins and completely debilitating any normal everyday function.

Perhaps this was the reason why Harry and Ginny had ended up in Prague in the first place. Ever since Ginny graduated from Hogwarts, Harry and Ginny had been wandering around Europe, using the money the ministry awarded Harry with to stay at hotels and hostels and bed and breakfasts across the continent. They told Arthur and Molly that this was because they wanted to have what the muggles called "backpacking" in order to find some things out about themselves. Truly, Harry and Ginny were running away, they were being chased by the pain that was haunting them in England and the only way for them to escape it was to keep going. The week before they had been in Vienna for the Danube Parade, a week before that they feasted on Venetian cuisine beneath the moonlight, followed by a gondola stroll down the Italian waterways. It all seemed magical in theory, and even when they were experiencing it they couldn't help but smile at how far they'd come together, but they were pained by the constant memory of that final battle, of the losses that came along with their victory.

The silence that followed Harry's comment carried on until they reached the knick-knacks and re-used clothing stands at the end of the market. Their hands separated and they wandered amongst old moldy books and sheets of stained linen. Ginny spotted a set of needles on the cloth stand next to a bowl of thimbles. She realized that she needed a new sewing set, ever since her mother had sent her some cloth from London, she had gotten into the habit of sewing her own clothes. It was much less costly than buying new clothes everywhere they went, and Ginny enjoyed piecing together different fabrics from different cities, she felt as if she was uniting all Europe with a simple piece of thread. She felt complete when she busied herself with such an arbitrary task. She picked up the sewing kit, some reasonably clean sheets of green cotton and randomly chose a thimble from the pile. She payed the woman in the parasol with whatever she had left in her penny purse and stashed the goods into her sidebag. Harry had met her back over near the final end of the market and bought some chocolate instead of the healthier choice of fruits. The chocolate reminded him of Remus, someone he hadn't seen since the final battle. Remus and Tonks had ended up gaining prestigious positions at the ministry and according to Molly, Tonks was well on her way to becoming assistant to the new Minister, Arthur. Harry and Ginny may have traveled across the continent to escape the life they used to have, but they both dearly missed the people that came along with that life.

Hopeful that sleep would soon be near, Ginny and Harry decided to return to the Hostel on a main street near the Government Castle and relax. Ginny sat at the side of the sagging bed with the sewing set and four sheets of Egyptian cotton in different shades of green, preparing to start a shirt for her father that she'd send back home. Harry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in frustration due to his lack of sleep.

"This thimble doesn't fit my finger." Ginny said randomly, trying to stick each of her fingers one by one into the metal hole.

"I have my wand if you want me to make it fit." Harry said, still staring at the now leaking ceiling. He didn't bother to attend to this new establishment.

"Oh, no I can do it." Ginny replied, stubbornly. She removed her wand from her sidebag, placed the thimble on the night stand and motioned her wand in sync with the incantation "Spectarnumsentra"

"Are you sure that's an enlarging spell?" Harry said, in response to the sound of the spell in his head. Suspicious and curious, Harry arose from the bed and switched his gaze to Ginny, who was sprawled across the other side of the room, a small black glow coming from the thimble. "Ginny! Are you alright?" Harry rushed to Ginny's side, wiping the beads of sweat and tears from her face.

"It...I..." Ginny breathed heavily, trying to get the words out properly. "It pushed me. I...I did the spell and it threw me over here!"

"I can see that, but are you alright, love?" He took Ginny by the hand and lifted her from the ground, noticing that a few articles of clothing had been strewn across the rest of their small hostel room.

"Yes, yes I'm fine...Just a bit startled." Harry directed Ginny to the bed, allowing her to sit safely on the side. "I wonder what in the world that was."

"Probably faulty. My Aunt Petunia used to have a bunch of thimbles around the house, they seemed so pointless to me. Never been a fan of them." Harry commented, which caused Ginny to laugh slightly. "We're definitely not going to let you use that one. In fact, no thimbles at all!"

"Harry, that's ridiculous. One scary thimble and I have to swear them off for the rest of my life?"

"Yes, of course!"

"I swear, ever since the battle you've been so neurotic." Ginny realized once she finished the sentence just how insensitive she was being. The truth was, they both have been eternally scarred by the events of that day and even the smallest scare such as a loud airplane or a three-legged dog sent both of them into complete shock. "I'm sorry" Ginny offered, trying to redeem herself.

Harry's gaze had now followed to his feet, nodding slightly in recognition of Ginny's gesture. He knew that Dumbledore never would have wanted him to act so foolishly, to mourn as if the entire world had fallen on his head. He didn't want to live sulking constantly, but the loss of his two best friends was unbearable.

"I miss them too." Ginny said, as if she had read Harry's mind. She rubbed his still-scarred back consolingly and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. "I miss them so much." Harry could feel the tingle of one of Ginny's tears trickle down his cheek in the spot where she had kissed him.

It seemed as if finally Harry and Ginny had gained the inch of sleep they so desperately needed. After lying in each other's arms for what seemed like ages, they had been overtaken by peaceful slumber well into the middle of the night. Unfortunately for the couple, they were awoken just after midnight, but not by Harry's scar.

"Did you hear that?" Ginny said, referring to the thump that so rudely interrupted them. They both glanced to the opposite end of the room where the window was situated, only to spot that Errol was smashed against the window, slowly slipping down the glass.

"Figures." Ginny said, rising from the bed and opening the latch for Errol to safely fly in. "Mum and Dad have impeccable timing." She removed the small letter of parchment from Errol's arm and searched for something to feed the bird. She spotted the half-eaten bar of chocolate on the night stand and reached for a small piece. "Can owls eat chocolate?"

"I don't see why not." Harry replied with a yawn. Ginny smiled and fed the piece to Errol, who seemed to enjoy it since he happily flew out the still open window. Ginny stepped back into bed beside Harry and opened the letter.

My Dears,

I apologize already for disturbing you so suddenly, but there is something urgent that you must be here for. Please find a way to get back to the Burrow as soon as you can. I can't speak too much about it now, it's hard for me to even explain but IT IS VERY IMPORTANT!

Sincerely,

Mum and Dad

"Do you think this is really serious?" Harry asked, sitting up with a cautious sincerity.

"I hope she's not making us come home for another dinner with Phlegm." Ginny grabbed a piece of chocolate from the night stand, fed a piece to Harry and saved one for herself.

"I dunno, it sounds important. I mean, usually she asks us how we're doing. And she must've sent Errol at least an hour ago. She wouldn't just send Errol at eleven so leisurely would she?"

"I assume you're right. We'll leave in the morning."

"Are you sure? How will we go? There's no floo network near us. We'll have to apparate.."

"Harry, calm down." She placed her index finger on his lips to cease his worrying. "It's fine. We'll wake up early tomorrow, find a safe spot and we'll apparate over. Ok? It's all going to be ok."

"You're right." Harry said as Ginny stroked his arm, trying to calm his nerves so he could return to his slumber. Ginny was trying her best to stay calm as well, but a pang of fear deep within her was undeniable, no matter how hard she tried to suppress and feign it.

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