Time was at once moving too fast and not fast enough. Harry was sitting on the sofa with a Quidditch magazine forgotten on his lap and staring off into the half distance. He wasn't thinking about anything at all, as though his brain had simply shut itself off. All Harry had to think about was.... things he should really not be thinking about; the state of the world, hopelessness, loneliness... It was best not to think.
But he was pulled out of his lethargic state by a knock at the door. Though he hadn't been expecting anyone, Harry rose and walked over to the door, where he cast a spell that acted as a peep hole, so that he could see who was on the other hand.
Ginny.
Fucking brilliant.
Harry opened the door and stepped aside with a sweeping gesture of his hand to invite Ginny in. He wasn't going to be saying anything with the door wide open, where anyone who happened to be hiding could hear, but he had every intention of letting Ginny know that Ron and Hermione weren't, in fact, home, and that perhaps she should come by another time. Just as soon as the door was closed.