Harry stood there for what seemed like hours. He was astounded that she was crying. Ginny
never cried. Never. She didn't cry during the Battle of Hogwarts, she didn't cry at Fred's funeral, she didn't cry when she thought Harry, the love of her life, was dead in Hagrid's arms. Hermione coughed in her throat, signalling for Ron to leave the room with her. As they left, Ginny walked, almost running, over to Harry, and collapsed in his arms. She wept for hours and hours, and Harry held her the whole time.
It was the early hours of Christmas morning when they fell asleep, and as the sun rose and shone through the crack in the curtains over Harry's bed there was a clatter of noise on the stairs just outside the door. Harry woke instantly, accidently knocking Ginny off the bed. Cursing, Harry leapt off the bed and helped her up.
"Sorry I pushed you out of bed." said Harry.
"More like push me
off the bed, I fell asleep on the covers, remember?" Ginny laughed.
"Oh yeah. So, why were yo-" said Harry, as the clattering on the stairs got louder.
"What is that?" Ginny said, walking to the door and opening it. "Kreacher, what are you doing?"
"I am taking presents from the attic to the sitting room Miss." Kreacher wheezed.
"Why were they in the attic? Shouldn't they already be in the sitting room?"
"Oh no Miss, you misunderstand; these are presents
from Kreacher." Kreacher wheezed.
"You got everyone presents? That's so sweet Kreacher!"
"Thank you Miss. Please excuse Kreacher. Kreacher must get these under the tree before everyone wakes."
Sorry it's so small
