OK, that's a lie. There are plenty of things to do. I could spend the morning repairing the shelf in the kitchen – all right, shelves – reconnecting this place to the Floo network, painting the fence…
There are plenty of other things to do. But I'd much rather be doing this.
This is cosy: on the sofa together, with her on my lap and my arms tucked 'round her middle. I missed her so much while I was away. I wish I could have had all that time with her, but I have her now, and that's the important thing.
The sun is rising, and it looks like it will be quite a nice day. I know better, though. It's thunderstorm season, and the Barowiz on the wall in front of me is predicting a thunderstorm.
I've never liked them. As a child, shut up in a tiny space while the wind thrashed and howled… Of course, it's not like that any more, but some things run deep. I can tolerate them. It'll do.
I love that shade of red on the horizon. It's so pretty. So like her, my favourite colour. Her hair smells wonderful...
I'm so tired. Stayed up too late last night with her, putting that thing together. I've had plenty of experience with Muggle flat packs, but it was ridiculous. The instructions were, at best, poor. Still, we managed. I love working with her, building our future.
I was determined to have this future. That kept me going even when I was a wreck. I kept thinking of life afterwards. With her. I knew that, whatever happened, she'd be there. She'd wait. And she did. She stayed safe for as long as she had to, for me, for my peace of mind.
Then she was there, holding her own as I faced him for the final time. So brave, my Sunrise.
She gave me a boost, more than just a memory or a hope this time. We had to keep going, we had to fight for us and for the whole world, and then there could truly be an 'us.' She gave me the strength to finish him, and the darkness was gone.
Mine. Always. And I'm hers, for as long as she'll have me. Forever. She's had plenty of practice at putting up with me. She can handle it. And I can't do without her.
The skies are grey now. The storm is coming.
I almost lost her that day, that awful grey day.
"Please, Ginny, don't die. You can't. If you die, I die. You know that. That's why you waited. Don't give up now!"
She's too still. Why won't she move? Barely breathing, eyes closed. I can't stand it.
"Ginny, I'm here. Right here, and I'm not going anywhere. It's done – we're safe. He's gone. The darkness is gone. You kept me going, you were the light. Please don't go. My Sunrise. Do you hear me?"