Harry groaned and rolled over using the momentum to sit up. Molly would have breakfast ready soon, food helped soothe him most of the time. He stumbled downstairs towards the delicious beckoning aromas wafting from the kitchen. He slid into the seat next to Ginny and rested his forehead against the cool wood of the tabletop. "Too much celebration last night, sweetie?" Ginny asked handing him a glass of pumpkin juice. She winked playfully at him.