"You’re up early again," Harry twitched violently, taken by surprise by Ron sat up in his bed, curtains thrown open. It was just after six again, and Harry had resigned himself to another early start. He’d at least managed a few hours of sleep last night, but dreams of Ginny holding James as a baby in her arms, beaming up at him from her hospital bed had woken him around five, and he’d only just managed to stop crying.