I'm trying to lengthen my first chapters as I feel they're a little too short. Not much has changed, just some more description.
The Gryffindor common room was empty; of course Harry knew this hence he was here. He needed some peace from the crowded Great Hall. Harry sat down in his favourite armchair and closed his eyes. The past few hours flashed before his eyes; seeing his parents, Sirius and Lupin, dying, coming back to life, killing Voldemort. Then going to see professor Dumbledore and returning to his tomb to give back the wand. Relief drowned out Harry's other emotions, his elation, his mourning and his love and let exhaustion overwhelm him. He had a dream. Voldemort was attacking Ginny, Ron and Hermione. Harry was being held back by Bellatrix and Molly. Arthur and Lupin were cheering Voldemort on and Fred and George were singing with Peeves.
"Harry. Harry. Harry."
He was awoken by a quiet voice repeating his name over and over again. He opened his eyes and immediately snapped them shut.
"How long have I been out" Harry murmured still with closed eyes.
"Three hours, everyone was worried about you. Do you know what they're calling you now? The King! You are now the most famous wizard in history!" The voice was very familiar, female but not Hermione. Harry was still too groggy to have figured out who it was until heard someone call in the room.
"Have you found him, Gin?" This voice definitely belonged to Ron. Ron, who had suffered an unbelievable loss. One Harry could never imagine, the loss of a brother.
"Yeah. He's fine, just tired" came the familiar voice which Harry first didn't realise. Ginny's voice, angelic but with doubtful and melancholic tones. 'What has happened to my angel?" Harry thought.
"Ginny. We need to talk." Harry whispered. Neither Ginny nor Harry knew whether he whispered so Ron didn't hear him or whether he was just too tired to talk.
"I'll go tell everyone but just shout if you need anything, OK?" Ron ran out the room leaving Ginny and Harry alone.
"I know we do but we can't talk now, not like this" Ginny whispered in a smooth, gentle whisper. "Can you stand?"
"I don't know. I can't even open my eyes"
Harry sighed with an obvious tinge of regret. He felt so alone. All he could see were his eyelids, and though he tried again and again his eyes would not stay open. Instead of trying to open his eyes Harry attempted to move, to stand and he did for two, possibly three, seconds and then fell flat on his face.
"Oh my God, are you Ok?" Ginny rushed to his side.
"Ow!" It was all Harry could say. All he could feel now. 'Pain and humiliation. So much for the King. I can't even stand up and look at the world.'
His eyes slowly opened and he could see the floor. He turned slowly, and painfully, to see Ginny, who had a look of both hilarity and shock. Looking at her, his pain eased. He could stare into those eyes forever and his pain would disappear. Harry gave a half smile and reached out his hand, though it didn't go where it intended.
"Why are you touching my knee?"
"Sorry, I aimed for your hand; guess my body's still a dead weight…"
Ginny clasped his hand. It was boiling. She felt his cheeks and they too were boiling. She didn't want to touch his forehead; after all he'd just had it slammed onto the floor
"Harry, are you OK?" Ginny looked terrified. He was only ever this ill when his bones had been removed or his scar was in pain. To make matters worse his tongue lolled out of his mouth, his eyes rolled into his sockets and he started fitting
"RON! HERMIONE! ANYONE! QUICK!" Ginny was screaming at the top of her lungs
