Ginny crawled into the bed next to Harry, careful not to wake him.
He had fallen asleep around noon, while stubbornly trying to stay awake to take care of his godson.
She needed a quick nap. Luna had things well in hand. Neville was finally getting treated, again. The injuries he received during the battle had been reopened when he and Hagrid had encountered Fenrir Greyback in the forest.
Her mind and emotions were in a tumble. Other than a few moments spent trying to comfort her mum and George she hadn't had time to cry.
Dealing with her grief would have to wait.
Neville, despite his wounds and concern for his grandmother, had taken a look at the post battle chaos and gathered Dumbledore's army. Quickly they had coordinated with Professor Mcgonagall and began reinstating the wards with help from Bill.
The live death eaters had been disarmed and confined to the ancient dungeons. DA, alumni and senior students were set to guard them until Kingsley, her dad, Percy and trusted ministry officials could assure transferring them to holding cells at the ministry was prudent.
Luna, brilliant Ravenclaw she was, and professor Flitwick soon had the DA and volunteers organized.
At last she could sleep, for a bit. Her arm protectively crept over Harry's chest. Tears leaked from her eyes as she drifted toward sleep.
Her dreams were troubled. She kept hearing her mother's primal scream when Fred's body had been carried into the great hall. Finding Colin's body, broken just outside the castle. Holding the tiny 5th year as her soul slipped from it's mortal remains. Carrying her body to the great hall. Seeing Remus and Tonk's bodies side by side.
She woke screaming Harry's name as Voldemort's taunting "Harry Potter is dead," echoed from her nightmare.
Even in their exhaustion Harry, Ron and Hermione had been on their feet, wands drawn instantly. Bill and Charlie had dodged curses,running toward the perceived danger, until Ron had become aware enough to call out.
"Harry! Hermione! It's Bill, stand down!"
Ginny was still struggling out of her dreams when Ron scooped her into his protective arms. Rocking her as he had Teddy earlier. "Shh, Ginny it's just a dream. Look, Harry is right here."
Through her tears she could see Hermione and Bill calming Harry.
He had begun trembling violently. Quickly his grime covered shirt was soaked with sweat. Fluer, Teddy wrapped protectively in her arms and her wand drawn, stepped into the room.
"Bill iz everyting all right?"
Ron answered. "Ginny had a nightmare. Everyone is safe. Ginny felt the slight pressure of her sister in law sitting in the bed Ron had retreated to, with Ginny still in his arms.
"Ah mon petite. Ze nightmares, hopefully will go away now zat we are no longer living in a nightmare while we are awake. Charlie would you take Teddy please? I zink a shower would help Ginny sleep better. Now 'ow to get some clothes for her….
Ron, his voice betraying his exhaustion, said: "I think it might help Harry too. Where is your bag Love?"
Hermione nodded toward the bedside table. "Do you have anything that might fit Gin?" Ginny had tried scourgify but admitted to herself that her clothes were rank.
Kissing Ginny on top of the head Ron eased her off his lap. Picking up the small beaded bag, he handed it to Hermione with a lopsided grin. "The last time I rummaged through there I knocked over all the books." If Fluer and her brothers were surprised by that statement, Ginny was not. Hermione had taught her that particular spell. The DA had used it this past school year very effectively.
Soon Ginny was showered and in warm, clean clothes. Harry, still moving as if he was sleepwalking, was being led into the bathroom by Bill. Ginny smiled through tears when, in response to Harry's assertion that he thought he could shower himself, she saw Bill throw a muscular arm around Harry's shoulder. "I have helped everyone of my siblings take a bath at one time or another. It's just taken 17 years for me to do this for my blackhaired brother."
Fluer had reclaimed Teddy. Somehow a rocking chair had been added to the room and she was feeding the wee baby a bottle.
Charlie was trying to convince Ron to take a shower and go back to bed as they used their wands to remake Harry and Ginny's bed.
"I'll go to bed after they are seen to, I promise. Hermione, Love, I want you to get in the shower after Harry is done. Please? Then you need more sleep. You are almost as exhausted as Harry."
Fluer nodded. "Your ordeal at that 'ands of that bitch has taken more out of you that you realize. Zou can not help 'arry if you push yourself too far."
Charlie and Ginny looked startled toward Fluer. "Zat is part of many stories, questions and answers that need to be shared. But not now."
Soon Ginny was curled up next to an already sleeping Harry. Ron was tucking the covers around Hermione and promising he would be right to bed after he showered. A cradle had been added to the room and Teddy was sleeping soundly.
Flure levitated the rocker close to the door, sat herself in it and declared this was where she was staying.
Charlie and Bill were about to leave as Ron entered the room toweling his long hair. Neville Knocked on the doorframe. "Is it OK if I kip here for a bit? I need a short nap, and our friend here needs a good long sleep." He moved into sight. In his arms was Kreature who had returned to Hogwarts and become, along with Dobby, an integral part of the resistance.
Ginny sat up quickly. Before she could voice her concern Ron was scooping the old house elf into his arms as he had done with her earlier. "Kreature! Are you hurt?"
Neville shook his head negatively, "Hannah gave him a wee bit of sleeping potion. He can't hear you. Knocked him right out. What she told me was that he had cuts and bruises but was near hysterical worrying about Harry and you two. She promised him he would wake up with his master. I thought we could conjure a cot for him next to Harry's bed."
In no time Kreature had been seen to, and Ginny was drifting off to sleep again when she heard the sound of someone being wrapped in a brotherly hug. Then Bill said "Ron you need to sleep too. Fluer will make sure they are safe." Charlie's deeper voice chimed in "I'm proud of you Ron. I don't know what you have been through, and I want to, when you four are ready to tell us. I'd like to know what happened to the boy you were."
She heard the creak of Ron and Herminoe's bed as he crawled under the covers, "I left him in the dungeons at Malfoy manor"
