He woke up in a vaguely familiar bed with no recollection of how he had gotten there. Then it all came back in a tremendous wave of emotions. There was grief at all the deaths, disbelief that it could finally be over after all this time, and relief at the knowledge that it was.

His next thought was of her. Would she be mad at him? That was to be expected and justifiable, anyone would be furious and she was so much better than anyone else, in his eyes anyway.

He got up and dressed, knowing that even though the war was over there was still work to do. But he had to see her first. He saw her as he was descending the stairs. Her head was bowed, her long red hair covering her face. That did not disguise the shaking of her shoulders or the tears that dripped from her cheeks.

"Hey" he said softly not wishing to startle her.

She whipped around, pointing her wand wildly before turning away when she saw who it was. This did not encourage him.

He walked towards her with mounting apprehension. She didn't move.

He knelt down next to her and looked into her eyes.

She let out a small involuntary sob before angling her face away from his.

His hands came up to cup her face. "Talk to me" he begged her. He could feel his heart breaking. "I don't want to."

"Forgive me please, I miss you."

He reached out to hug her and at first she was unresponsive, but then her arms came to encircle him.

"Ginny," he whispered into her hair.

Harry knew everything would be okay.