A\N: I do not own anything, I am not making money off anything, and just a reminder, this story deals with darker issues.

Ginny felt like her head was full of cotton. Every little noise seemed muffled, she couldn't pull her thoughts from the wool. Harry had left early this morning, before breakfast, before she'd woke. He hadn't said anything to her.

She summoned a piece of parchment and a quill. Maybe if she made a list of everything she needed to do today, she'd feel better instead of just wanting to crawl back in to bed.

Laundry

Dust

Lunch.

She looked at her list of three items. Cleaning, that was easy, she could get that done quickly. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror. The hand mark, although greatly faded still lingered. She wouldn't be going out today.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the laundry pile. She could smell Harry's dirty socks somewhere in the lump. A wave a wand and the laundry sorted itself and flew into the bin. Ginny liked her laundry bin, it had a nice spinner in the middle that made things easier.

Harry had tried to talk her into a muggle laundry machine, She'd agreed, but then her father had taken it apart...it was still in pieces in the basement. No, the laundry bin was better, nothing to take apart and leave in a pile.

Once the laundry was in the bin, she scourgified it, smiling a little as the bubbles floated through the air. The sound of the floo caught her attention. She quickly pulled her hair over the side of her face.

"It's just me."

"Harry? What are you doing home early?"

"Half day. Got some work to do in the study. Let know when it's lunch." She nodded letting him walk past her. He barely looked at her, his mind lost in some thought. She hoped he hadn't done something stupid at work and gotten himself sent home. He'd nearly been on warning last month for getting in a fight with another auror trainee.

Ginny turned her attention back the laundry. She spun the spinner, swishing the water. She vanished the water and started drying the clothes. She didn't hear him leave the study, but suddenly Harry was behind her.

"Hermione used to be able to do all that with one spell. Maybe you should ask her to teach you."

"I rather like doing it this way," she replied. She could feel Harry staring at her, probably remembering Hermione doing his laundry. He shrugged and turned.

"Don't forget my red robe has to be hung to dry. It'll shrink." With those words, she heard the study door slam shut. Tears formed in Ginny's eyes. She missed her Harry, the one who had gone to school with her, not this burned out husk of a man.