Harry's house was empty and the furniture was starting to collect dust when she arrived. She hadn't been there since the night before he died, leaving all her things behind.

Her heart tightened, the sight of hit pained her and she couldn't bare see it like this.

Ginny walked to the kitchen and sat down, breathing deeply and trying to ignore what had happen in those few hours. She looked around the dark division, not knowing what to do, if she should eat, if she should clean, if she should die under the overwhelming misery she was feeling.

She went with the second option, she needed something physical, something easy to focus that would keep her busy during the rest of the day and that would send her into a dreamless sleep away from her problems at night.

Ginny felt bed as she swiped the floor of the hallway. She should go back to the Ministry of Magic and find Voldemort, make him release Hermione at that very moment and return with her to The Burrow.

She gave a deep breath when the image of her friend more worried with her than with the fact that she was about to be sent to Azkaban for something that was out of her control crossed her mind again.

She had no idea how to actually help her.

She should go home and tell her parents that she was well and that they shouldn't worry about what had happen, that Voldemort was never going to cross their door again, but she couldn't find the strength to do that or even make that promise.

Not after what had happened between them.

She let the broom fall and leant against the wall beside the portrait of Sirius' mother for a moment, catching her breath and feeling the acids of her empty stomach rise to her mouth.

It was not her fault, she said to herself over and over again, but it did nothing to help her calm down. She was also starting to think about Harry, he had died just some weeks ago and she was already… she gave a deep breath and got the broom from the floor.

She had to keep going.

It was not her fault.

She stopped for lunch but was not able to eat anything, putting the warm food she had just cooked away for later, for when she could actually stomach it. That was the last thing she remembered doing as after what felt like an instant she woke up in St. Mungo with Voldemort sleeping quietly on a bed to her right.

She sat down slowly, pulling her hair behind her ears and slowly looking away from him to observe the rest of the room.

By her side was Tiberius, the old director of the Department of Mysteries, watching her with sorry in his eyes and with a finger in front of his lips telling her to speak lowly. He didn't want to disturb the other occupant of the room.

"Let him sleep," he said, "he barely sleeps and it will do him good, he is going to need to be well rested to deal with what is going on."

"What happened?" Ginny muttered, trying to keep herself calm.

"Our new Prime Minister," Tiberius pointed to Voldemort in the other bed with his reading glasses, "missed an appointment in the afternoon and Lucius Malfoy went after his master to see if he was in need of help with whatever business was keeping him away. He entered his office and found him completely unconscious and was not able to wake him up. The Death Eaters brought him here since they thought it could be related to his sudden change of appearance and when his heartbeat started to drop they brought me.

I thought about your situation and supposed that you would also going through the same.

Ginevra, you have no idea how worry we were when we couldn't find you, it took us over half an hour to track you down to the Black's house. He was getting worse so fast that we thought we would not reach you in time."

"What do you mean?" Asked Ginny, she had a feeling for what he was about to say but didn't want to hear it.

"I haven't had the time to track down any records regarding the bracelets, I didn't know this was going to happen, but it looks like that the spell on them is now fully activated. I think the bracelets give the couple the opportunity to get close by themselves, a kind of silent ultimatum before actually forcing you to be together."

"What do you mean with that?" Ginny closed her finger over the blanket off her bed into a fist.

"I don't think you two can be away from each other for long amounts of time." Tiberius concluded with raised eyebrows and a look of pity.

"W-what?"

"I created a team to search for any information we might have about the bracelets, they are working right now…"

"What do you mean with we can't be long periods of time apart?" She asked interrupting him, insisting, she was certainly not understanding something, it couldn't be like that.

"I am sorry Ginny, but you will have to be at least in the same building as him for most of your time, I think you two can only be away for four hours maximum."

"How do you know it's that amount of time?"

"I spoke with the Death Eaters, it seems that between the time he woke up looking like that and going to see you, it was not even two hours. Then we have the time when you left my office and the one Malfoy found him unconscious, which was a little over four hours."

"What am I going to do?" Ginny leant against the pillows again, incredulous.

"You are going to stay strong as we find a way to remove the bracelets from you. We can't really make any decision without him," Tiberius pointed to Voldemort, "I would prefer you would both stay here in the hospital, but I doubt he will want anything similar to do that."

"Where are my parents?"she asked, "what do they think?"

"The Death Eaters didn't allow them to be on the premises; they are at home, waiting for me to let them know how things are going on here, if you are well."

"I don't even know what to say…" Ginny covered her eyes with her arm. "I want to ask you if you are sure, if you know anything else, but I am sorry, it's just… I… I am sorry… But are you sure? Are you sure about this?"

"I am as sure as one can be in my situation." He replied. "I am really sorry." He rose from his chair and look down to her. "Try to rest as well, you went through the same as he did." He started to walk to the door but turned back under the doorframe to look at Ginny. "You both almost died and it's normal for you to be awake."

Ginny saw him go, in silence, absorbing how serious her situation actually was, what was at stake.

She rose and pulled the chair where Tiberius had sat to the side of Voldemort's bed. She didn't want to sleep more, she wanted to just stay there in silence, looking at him and try to think about what she was going to do.

From time to time a nurse would enter the bedroom and check on them, check if Ginny needed something, but she could see she was doing it more out of her own curiosity, of wanting to be the first outside the small circle of people that knew what had happened that morning and the deep problem they were in with those bracelets, to know what was going on between the Dark Lord and Harry Potter's girlfriend.

Ginny ignored her, not moving when she knocked, focused on the quietness of she was sure to be a private ward and the rhythmical breathing of the wizard in the bed in front of her.

She felt the tears start to run down her face as the feelings of betrayal started to rise again, the ones that she had silently fought during the summer after the events in the Chamber of the Secrets. She always regretted feeling like that, but she guessed it was her way of mourning the loss of a close friend, even if she had only been eleven.

Now she had to face him again, not the one she had grown to hate, the one that killed Harry.

"You're sad." His hoarse voice startled her, making her look at him.

"You woke up because you felt I was sad?" She asked without thinking.

"Well, aren't we feeling like a special snowflake?" He asked with sarcasm, looking away from her. "I woke up with the annoying sound of you stomping your foot on the floor, I was asleep, not dead… What I want to know is what Tiberius told you. The fact that you are still here, watching me sleep like some kind of creep, is already bad news." He changed the subject without giving her time to think of a comeback. "What happened?"

"It's only fair if I watch you sleep as well." She replied under her breath, regretting immediately opening her mouth.

Voldemort immediately sat on his bed and Ginny rose from the chair, sitting on the bed.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Ginny sighed and stood up, she didn't want that lurking nurse to know more than they did and went to close the door.

"Tom," he raised an elegant eyebrow at the sound of the name his father gave him, but she ignored him and slowly told him what Tiberius said to her.

"I see…" He muttered, looking down at his hands observing them with care, closing and opening them as is he hadn't done that gesture in decades.

It was, in fact, decades since the last time he had seen those hands, they had started to deform some months after he killed Hephzibah Smith and created the Horcrux in Slytherin's locket. His body collapsing from the lack of a proper soul living inside.

He couldn't phantom why he looked like this again, he didn't like to have this body back and found it quite odd to the changing on his appearance to be the moment zero for the activation of the bracelets.

"I guess I am stuck with you now." He said pulling his blankets apart and putting his feet on the floor. "We have to go, I have work to do and I don't really have the time to deal with this at the moment." He said looking around for his boots.

"Where are you going to take me?" Ginny asked, watching him look around, finding it slightly amused. She must be going through some kind of steps program because she was clearly having a change of mood, she was starting to feel like laughing and to do it for hours and hours on end.

She knew that if she did that she would probably get quite a bit hurt by the time he made her stop, so she didn't even start.

He looked at her annoyed as if sensing her change of humour as well.

In a couple of steps, he was in front of her, grabbing her by her arms and pulling her to her feet, in the next moment they were in a dimly lighted bedroom. With a wave of his had the curtains opened and Ginny blinked several times to the sudden light.

"I will be back later, don't leave this bedroom." He warned her, turning and walking to the door.

"What if I do?"

"You don't want to know, Weasley."

Ginny didn't reply to that, she simply focused on his bare feet as he closed the door behind his back.

It was, indeed, very funny, and she laughed until she started to cry.