Ginny stumbled a bit upon landing, and looked up at the historical house. It had been the home of one of the most pure blood minded families in the modern age. It had been used as headquarters and living space for the Order of the Phoenix. It had been the secret hide out for Harry, Ron and Hermione while they plotted Voldemort's downfall. Then it had been home to her and Harry. A place where they were going to start a family.

Now all she saw was an empty shell of dark blue painted wood, holding everything she cared about, just out of her reach. As if to say "This is what you could have had."

She had barely closed the door when it hit her. Wave after wave of emotion, crashing down on her small frame. She sank to the floor, thinking about her one true love. The man she'd known she would marry when she first saw him. The man who would have been the father to her children. Now all she had were the pictures lining the lonely hallway.

"Harry." The word sounded hollow, whispered from her trembling lips. But hearing it gave her the strength she needed to stand. Harry wouldn't want her to just lay there, crying. He wouldn't want her to just give up.

Slowly, Ginny walked the path to the stairs, allowing her hands to trace the frames as she passed: Harry's first Gryffindor Quidditch team photo. He sat in the middle, where all seekers sit. A large picture of the Burrow. Her mum and dad standing, arm in arm in front of her childhood home. The empty frame where Mistress Black would scream, before it was painted over with Sirius' portrait so the ex-marauder could talk to Harry before running off to his other, secret, portrait. He'd never told Harry where it was.

Finally, she stopped at the last frame. One of the few non-moving pictures in the house. Ginny stared at her one year younger self, hand in hand with Harry, as they exchanged words of family, love, and trust beneath the red and gold archway. Dumbledore's bright white tomb, contrasted dramatically with the Black Lake in the back ground.

She reached a shaking hand up. Her fingers were inches away from his inanimate face, when a voice croaked, "Mistress has been out late. Is everything alright? And where is Master?"

Ginny started slightly before turning to the old house elf. "Kreacher," she couldn't do it. She didn't have the strength to tell him the truth. "Harry is... busy. Work, you know?"

"Kreacher always says Master works too hard." the elf said, shaking his head slightly.

"He says the same about you." she said, thinking of how many times Harry worried over his servant's health.

"But it is Kreacher's duty, Miss." he said, bowing so low, joints were heard cracking, "It is Kreacher's honor to serve Master and Mistress Potter."

Ginny stared at the top of his shiny head, "Hey, I have an idea." She said, causing Kreacher to stand up slowly, again. "Why don't you take a day off. I know-" Ginny said, raising her voice over the sounds of protest, "I know you don't want to, but I know it would mean a lot to Harry. You mean so much to him, and he worries about you." Kreacher still looked anxious, as she continued, "Tell you what, just take a couple of hours. Go visit Winky and the other elves in kitchens of Hogwarts. Then, when he comes home, I'll tell him you've gone for a rest. He'll be pleased."

"Is Mistress giving Kreacher an order?"

"You know I don't order you to do anything, Kreacher." she said, exhausted by the effort of casual conversation.

"Kreacher will go. But Kreacher will work while at the kitchens of Hogwarts. Yes. Then he is not getting lazy." the elf said, looking as though he were swallowing glass. "Kreacher will be back in time to make breakfast." he said before bowing once more and disapparating with a loud CRACK!

Ginny sighed with relief, before continuing down the hall. She took the stair case she'd been followed up by Harry so many times. On the topmost landing, she opened the door to their bedroom. She barely noticed the creak in the door that had bothered her so much the day before. The blankets, tossed so haphazardly on the floor; the pile of clothes in the corner; Sirius' old poster of a bikini clad woman straddling a motorcycle, that Harry'd kept for "sentimental reasons"; Everything he'd ever done to aggrivate her... it was all so stupid now.

She crossed over to the night stand and picked up the photo sitting atop. How many times had she stared at it's faux smile and almost real wink, waiting on him to come home from one mission or another? The dark hair barely covering the light pink scar on his forehead, was just as it had been on their wedding day. His brilliant green eyes were just as beautiful as they were the first time she saw them. Ginny forced herself to put the picture facedown on the stand. There was work to do.

She pointed her wand at the wardrobe, With a bang, the doors flew open and several articles of clothing came out, folding themselves on the bed. Searching in her intimates drawer of the dresser, she found the bag Hermione had given her as a wedding gift. To anyone looking at it, the small bag looked like a mere coin purse, or perhaps a make up pack. But to those who looked inside, it resembled a vast hole, void of shape or depth.

Ginny flicked her wand, causing the folded clothes to float inside the bag, followed shortly by her bath tote. She looked around, before deciding to pick up Harry's photo and placing it delicately inside with the rest of her supplies.

As she decended the stairs, she stopped to look once more at the wedding photo. Then, not knowing why, she took down Sirius' empty frame, and placed it inside the bag.

The front door shut with a sound of finality. Outside, the night winds nipped at her pale skin, waking her up. She wouldn't wait for anyone else to solve this. This was to be her mission. And she had only one clue: she had to find Ron. And if someone wants somebody found, they go to one person.