Harry didn’t know what to do, but he let his feet guide him anyway. Ginny was here. Ginny. He had held her in his arms and heard her voice, and for a few moments it had felt so good. It had felt like things sorting into place, that final click before a lock opens. There were still people that he missed that weren’t on the island. He didn’t dare ( Read more... )

The day after Mardi Gras, Harry suffered from a really, really bad hangover. The world was a terrible, cruel place filled with much too bright light and much too loud noises, everything designed to ask him to think and not to sleep, which was the only thing he wanted to do. Luckily Hermione had nursed him a bit, advising more water and juice, but ( Read more... )