He wakes up in a cold sweat.

Somewhere, he registers things; Ginny's hand on his arm, squeezing, too-gentle; her soft voice in his ear; her hair, touching his shoulder.

He's still there, though, with Dumbledore, watching his hero (back in the days he had heroes) die, and -

"All my fault," he whispers, mouth cotton-dry, "it's all my fault."

Ginny pulls him in tight, and he rests his head against her chest, sucking in great gasps of air (he can breathe he can breathe). "You're okay, love," she whispers.

It takes a while, but eventually he feels his heart rate slow, his breathing calm completely.

"Tea?" Ginny asks him, when that happens, and he nods, pressing his fingers into his temples.

Ginny stands up, kisses him on the top of the head, and goes to make them tea.