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It had passed two weeks since the Hogwarts Battle, the Dark Lord had fallen and everything felt like if it was back to normal, or almost back to normal. The Weasleys, Hermione and, after a crying Molly beg him to stay, Harry were staying at the Burrow. Everyone was trying to heal in their own way. Bill had gone back to his home with Fleur. Charlie had gone back to Romania saying he missed his dragons. Percy was back at home and, even though his siblings were still a little mad at him, no one said anything as Mrs. Weasley received him with a hug and tears in her eyes. Gorge just stayed in his room, never leaving, only for some meals. Ron and Hermione were now together, and they never leave each other side. Harry, well nobody knew what Harry was doing, he just wake up every morning and walked out of the house and came again in the night. He didn't eat, and Ginny was sure he didn't sleep either. Ginny was, and there is no other word to describe it, alone. She was just trying to do what she would do normally trying to not feel too much pain. She would get up every morning from a different nightmare, go down stares for breakfast and try to place a smile on her face, she would watch Harry leave and pretend it didn't broke her heart he didn't even looked at her. After that she would just go outside to do something, anything that could distract her. She didn't dare to fly just because it gave her too much time to think. And even if she looked like she was doing fine just trying to move on, the truth is that it hurt. Everything hurt for Ginny now, and when she didn't find anything to do the hurt would come up to surface. When this happened Ginny would run and find a quiet place to cry, where no one could hear her or see her, because Ginny Weasley doesn't cry, especially when her family needs her to be strong.
Ginny and Harry, unlike Hermione and Ron, didn't get together after the war. In fact they weren't even speaking to each other. Not that Harry was talking to anyone at all. She sat every morning in the table watching him go away trying to catch his eye. He just walked away without looking at anyone. Ginny decided he needed his space; he was just trying to heal as everyone else. She had tried to follow him one morning, but when he saw her, he dissaparated to God-knows-where. A piece of her was mad at him; she knew he was doing this out of guilt. In some way it was worse than during the war. Now he could talk to her, they could be together, but he didn't even look at her. Not that Ginny was trying to talk to him either.
She didn't know how bad he was doing until one night when she waked up from her nightmare at midnight. She waked up startled wondering where she was. She wasn't at Hogwarts; she was at the Burrow, at home. Harry wasn't dead, he was a live he had destroyed the Dark Lord. Her family was alright. Then it hit her, the lie in this statement, and started to cry sobbing into her pillow. Her family wasn't alright, not completely, they have lost Fred, and they were healing. After calming down she decided she would go down for some water. It was when she was in the middle of the stares when she heard them. Ron and Hermione they were sitting on the couch in the living room. She stopped and listened to them. Ginny was sure they were talking about Harry.
"You don't understand Hermione" she heard the alarmed voice of Ron. "You see him when he goes down to breakfast but you don't have to sleep in the same room with him"
"How bad is it?" she heard Hermione ask.
"Really bad" Ron said. "He's having nightmares every night. I think he's scared of sleeping at all, he toss and turn all night trying to stay awake. When he does sleep he screams for Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, even Collin, and sometimes even F-Fred" he paused, there was a moment, Ginny was also hurt by the name of her lost brother, then he continue "I put the muffliato spell every night so no one would hear him. I know he will hate it if everyone does. I think he fills guilty for all the lost lives in the war; he doesn't look me in the eye, or talks to me. I don't even know what he does when he dissaparates every day."
So Ron didn't know either. Harry didn't talk to Ron either. It wasn't just with her. This was bad, really, really bad. Harry and Ron were best friends, brothers in every way possible except blood. If Harry wasn't talking to Ron, or even looking at him, it means he was really bad. He was having nightmares, he was screaming in those nightmares. He was afraid of sleeping because of those nightmares. He was filling guilty, when the only guilty here was a creature, not even worth of being called a human being, named Lord Voldermort. Harry suffered all his life because of this creature, and when he was finally free of him, he was still suffering because of Voldemort. He was forcing himself to carry the guilt that Voldermort should carry. It was not fair. Not fair at all. Harry was supposed to be happy. He shouldn't suffer any more.
"But it isn't his fault" Hermione said, "It isn't his fault at all, he saved us. I thought he knew that"
"He does, kind of. But you know how he is. Harry feels like he should save every one, and when he doesn't, he blames himself" Ron said sadly.
"He shouldn't" Hermione said angry now "Maybe if we talk to him"
"He would not listen" Ron told her "I told you, he doesn't even look at me"
"But he must find a way to heal; he can't be like this forever"
"He won't" Ron assured her. "He will find a way to move on, I just don't know how"
"Where does he goes every day?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know" Ron said honestly. "I think he goes to Gimmauld Place, but I couldn't tell"
"He shouldn't be alone, it will only make it worst. Maybe we should postpone theh trip". Hermione and Ron are goin on a trip?
"I don't know Hermione, maybe being alone is just what he needs" Ron said, "maybe he just needs to think, get clear his mind. We can't postpone the trip, you need to get you're parents". Oh right.
"No, I still think he shouldn't be alone" Hermione said, "He should get distracted, he doesn't need to be alone all day"
"Maybe" Ron said quietly
"He was already alone too much time, while we were on the run. He had been alone for two weeks; I think it is too much time alone. Maybe I should go to Australia and you should stay with him"
"I don't know maybe alone time its helping him"
"Has it got any better?"
"No" Ron sighted "He doesn't need a baby sitter. Is not like I am helping him a lot from here either. You shouldn't go to Australia alone, I am going with you" Hermione didn't say anything. There was a long silence, it seemed the conversation was over. Ginny ran back to her bedroom.
Harry wasn´t living. He was surly, but slowly, doing what Lord Voldermort couldn´t manage to acomplish. Harry didn´t need to save anymore. This time he needed saving, saving from himself. He needed to be saved from these black hole he traped himself, where guilt and hurt were taking control of him.
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