I'm comin' 'round to open the blinds
You can't hide here any longer
My God you need to rinse those puffy eyes
You can't last here any longer
Ginny slowly opened the door of the flat. It was completely dark inside.
'Lumos,' she muttered, closing the door behind her.
Pointing her wand into the gloom, Ginny whispered 'Homenum revelio.' At once she felt a tingling sensation in her fingers. Harry, or whatever he had become, was at home.
It had been three months since the battle of Hogwarts and the defeat of Voldemort, and while most people were re-building their lives and moving on, Harry Potter had not. He had been at Hogwarts for the first couple of days, and attended all the funerals, but after that he had faded away, and few people knew where he was. The last time Ginny had seen Harry had been at the burrow a month ago, and he had looked pale, untidy, and sick. As her mother had fussed over Harry and piled huge helpings of food onto his plate, Ginny had watched silently from the corner of the room. It was as though something had died within Harry, leaving a shell, a fragment of his former self. And then he had left, halfway through the meal, mumbling something about going to see Teddy, and Ginny had neither seen nor heard from him since then.
3 days ago, out of the blue, Hermione had arrived at the burrow and asked to see her.
'If you can't help him out of this mess I don't think anyone can.' Hermione had said, her eyes pleading.
So Ginny had agreed. Hermione had told her the address of Harry's London flat and instructions on how to get in.
"He still loves you, you know.' Hermione had said quietly as Ginny walked out the door. 'You'll just have to help him see it again.'
Ginny walked down the corridor, and opened a door to the left which Hermione had said led to the lounge room. It was completely silent inside, apart from the sound of her own breathing.
Moving her wand around, she spotted curtains at the other end of the room. 'Let's get some light in here,' She muttered.
Striding over to them, Ginny yanked the curtains apart. Light flooded the room, and Ginny turned around, marvelling at the way the room looked much bigger now that some light had been let in.
She looked down at the floor, and was glad her mother wasn't here to see the mess. There was rubbish everywhere, dishes with cultivations of mould scattered around on the coffee table and the floor in the immediate vicinity of the couch. She shook her head sadly as the toilet flushed down the hallway, and somebody that vaguely resembled Harry came back into the sitting room. Spotting Ginny, he stopped dead, staring at her.
Ginny couldn't do anything but stare back.
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