Chapter One
Harry was trying to not think about everything that had just happened as he climbed up the last flight of stairs toward Gryffindor tower. Truly, he was hoping Kreacher would join him in the dormitory and bring him a sandwich. At this point, he was so tired that he didn't even care what kind of sandwich it was.
Finally, he thought, reaching the portrait of the Fat Lady that lead into the Gryffindor dormitories. At this point, he realized he had no clue what on earth the password may be. Thankfully she just smiled at him and said "the whole of the dormitories are empty anyway. Please, feel free. Get some rest, Mr. Potter."
Never in his memory could he remember the Fat Lady letting anyone through without the password, but now was not going to be the time to argue with her. After climbing through the portrait hole, he didn't even take the time to look around the common room. Walking right up the steps towards what used to be his dorm, he pushed the door open and caught his breath.
Everything was there. Neville's bed sitting fairly tidy with a few plants on his side table that he had left before seeking safety within the Room of Requirement. Seamus' bed with a mess surrounding it, and a few things that looked rather scorched. Harry laughed to himself at that, knowing his former roommate's tendency to light things and himself on fire. But what really had shocked him, was the three empty beds that sat in the room. These beds belonged to Dean, Ron and himself, before they all had gone into hiding.
Sighing with exhaustion that he couldn't even fully understand, Harry said aloud "Kreacher."
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the house elf appeared right in front of him. "Master Harry has called?"
"Yes, Kreacher. Could you please bring me a sandwich? Anything will do. Also, maybe some things for my bed?" Harry said, gesturing towards his old bed.
"Of course, Master Harry." Kreacher instantly was gone, and back before Harry could take three steps across the room. "Kreacher has brought bed things and a sandwich for Master Harry." Handing Harry the sandwich, he proceeded to move over and begin putting the sheets and blankets on the bed.
"Kreacher, I can do that."
"No, Master Harry. Kreacher will do it. You eat your sandwich. Kreacher wants to do this for Master Harry, who has done great things and avenged Master Regulus' death."
Harry couldn't argue with him, especially since it was nice having someone do something for him. Once Kreacher was finished and had disapparated back to wherever the house elves were now, he collapsed on the bed. Sandwich completely forgotten on the table, it took only a few seconds before sleep had completely overcome him and he was finally resting.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Harry was jolted awake, grabbing his wand and feeling suddenly nervous and on edge. Not sure what had woken him, he looked cautiously around the room when suddenly the door leading out of the dormitory was nearly blown off its hinges. "What now?" Harry thought, as he raised his wand to defend himself from this unknown danger that was stomping up the stairs and screaming his name.
"What are you doing in here?" The fired up girl had asked. "And put your wand down, if I wanted to hurt you too much I'd have hexed you to oblivion by now."
Ginny Weasley. Harry couldn't help but smile. Even when she was angry (and he still wasn't exactly sure what he had done to have this anger directed at him) she was still one of the most beautiful girls that he had ever laid eyes on.
"Quit staring and answer my question! I have been turning this castle upside down for the past four hours looking for you!" She screamed.
Without answering, he got up off his bed and wrapped his arms around her, something that he had been wanting to do for so long. Instantly her shoulders sagged and she buried her face into his chest. They could have stayed that way for days, and it wouldn't have been noticed my either of them. Soon though, Harry broke the silence.
"So, I hear you're pretty upset with me for being exhausted and falling asleep?"
At this, Ginny pulled back and punched him in the arm. "How could you just disappear like that, after everything that has happened? I was terrified you ran off again…"
"Ginny. I'm not leaving. There is nowhere I want to be than right here with you. It's where I've wanted to be for ages. I've missed you so much. I'm not leaving. I'm going to be here for you to get through all of this."
POP. Suddenly they were not alone anymore.
"Master Harry, I am sorry to bother you. However, Kreacher has been sent by Headmistress McGonagall to ask you to please come down to The Great Hall. Miss Weasley may come as well."
"Thank you, Kreacher. Can you tell her that we will be right down?"
Kreacher nodded before disapparating with another loud pop.
Harry kissed the top of Ginny's head, "we probably shouldn't keep McGonagall waiting. To be totally honest, she terrifies me."
Ginny smiled, for the first time in days it felt like. "You've fought off Death Eaters, broke into Gringotts, escaped on a stolen dragon, died, returned, and took down the most powerful dark wizard in history, and you're afraid of McGonagall?"
Together, the pair headed out of the portrait hole toward The Great Hall, wondering what Professor McGonagall wanted from them, and how they were going to get through everything these next few days.