Ginny had gone to bed knowing what was in store for their night. It was the same every year and while she usually tried to stay up as late as she possibly could in an attempt to help Harry through his nightmares, at some point she drifted off into an uneasy sleep. The war was 15 years away from her and yet the images flashed through her mind as if it had been only yesterday. Somehow, being here in the village made it much more real and less so at the same time. It was difficult to explain or even understand.
She stirred awake from images of Fred's lifeless body as Harry's arms wrapped around her. It took her a moment to get her bearings and she turned to face her husband.
"Hey you." She said, voice groggy and thick with sleep, her eyes heavily lidded. "How'd you sleep?" She knew the answer already. She could see it on his face.