It was snowing gently on the evening of December 25th as Harry waited in the front room of Ron’s flat so that the two could leave together. Both were dressed in dress robes beneath warm woolen cloaks for their walk to Hogwarts along the road. Even though it was snowing it wasn’t particularly cold out, so between the exhilaration of the walk and their anticipation of the event, they managed to stay plenty warm. When they arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the castle was decked out in magical icicles, holly with glowing berries and evergreens, standing ready for the occasion of the Yule Ball. The two young men entered the castle shaking the snow out of their hair and clothes adding it to the magical snow that was already there. The two friends talked quietly as they waited in the Entrance Hall for Hermione and Ginny.
Ron looked at his watch as he paced up and down, watching students in dress robes milling about, coming down the stairs in groups and pairs, slowly accumulating near the doors to the Great Hall, in anticipation of the Ball.
“Where are they?” Ron asked impatiently.
Harry shrugged. “I dun know Ron. It always seems to take girls so much longer to get ready. It’s generally worth it though so I’m not fussed.”
More and more girls in formal dresses and boys in their dress robes accumulated waiting with them, slowly filling the Entrance Hall so that Ron had to curtail his pacing until he was just standing impatiently beside Harry.
Harry heard them before he saw them, Hermione and Ginny talking together as they came down the Grand Staircase towards the Entrance Hall. He nudged Ron in the ribs and nodded towards where the girls were, still several flights up.
“Blimey,” Ron said under his breath as he saw them, his mouth agape.
Harry nodded. “They look even better than last time.”
And they certainly did, both looking much more grown up than they had at the Yule Ball four years prior.
Hermione was dressed in a sapphire blue satin gown with a sweetheart neckline and simple lines that accentuated all her curves in just the right places. Her hair was up except for a single curl that hung down her neck. Ginny’s dress was form fitting too, soft minty green with only the tiniest of spaghetti straps leaving her shoulders for the most part bare. It was made from some sort of floaty material that made her seem to glide rather than walk down the stairs. Rhinestones were scattered on the material forming indistinct patterns as she walked. Her long red hair was curled, but up, making her look more grown up than Harry had ever seen her. Harry’s heartbeat quickened when he noticed the necklace he’d given her around her neck. The girls were talking together as they descended the stairs until first Ginny then Hermione spotted Harry and Ron.
“Hi,” Harry said when they came close enough to hear him. “You look fantastic, both of you.”
“Yeah, you do,” Ron agreed his mouth still open.
Ginny leaned over to her brother and said. “Close your mouth Ron.”
Ron’s mouth snapped shut and he had the decency to be embarrassed that it had been open, but Hermione merely giggled.
“You look good too,” Ginny added to Harry, who stood looking exceedingly handsome in his tuxedo style dress robes.
Harry smiled as he offered her his arm, and they all stood watching the clock, waiting for eight o’clock and the official opening of the ball. Finally the clock chimed, the doors opened and the couples of Hogwarts entered the Great Hall, magnificently transformed into an ice palace for the evening. Round tables were scattered around the room where students and their guests would dine. The foursome selected one near the center of the room joining Neville and Hannah, Luna and Dean and a few other friends. They all thoroughly enjoyed the dinner which was to be followed by dancing that marked the occasion. Harry smiled and laughed and truly took pleasure in being in the company of so many of his friends for all this, but what he was looking forward to most was that moment when couples would begin to break off by themselves and he and Ginny could find a moment or two alone.
After dinner many of the tables were magically disappeared. A band trouped in and began to play. The couples danced and talked, enjoying the music, until Harry managed to steer Ginny away from the rest.
“How about a walk to rest our ears?” he suggested sometime well into the evening.
“Okay,” Ginny agreed.
She summoned her shawl, draping it across her shoulders. Harry took her hand, leading her outside to where the courtyard had been transformed into a fairy grotto, complete with tinkling fountain and magical roses that bloomed in the snow. Large flakes were still coming down ever so gently, muffling the sound of their footsteps as they walked. They strolled for a bit, noting here and there where the parked carriages which had brought guests up to the castle for the ball were moving slightly more than an empty one should and they smiled familiarly at one another as they imagined what was probably going on inside.
“Ginny,” Harry said after a time. “I know we’ve sent letters and things since the last time I was here, but we haven’t really talked. Are you still mad at me?”
Ginny looked at her feet, and then at him, shaking her head ever so slightly. “No Harry, not really. I was just…I don’t’ know…beside myself at the thought that you wouldn’t be around.”
“It really has been quite…terrible? That’s not quite the right word. Lonely perhaps? Empty…” Harry struggled to find the right adjective to describe how he was feeling.
“How about horrible, painful, isolating…it made me start imagining things that I know aren’t true.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
“I like lonely though. That one was good,” Ginny said.
Harry nodded. “That does pretty well sum it up doesn’t it?” he asked. She was right. It had been all of that and more.
“Did you mean what you said then Gin?” he asked leading her to a more private place by the fountain.
“I think so Harry.”
“About how something isn’t always right, just because it’s not easy? That there really should be something in between?”
“Yes Harry. I really believe that. You do tend to always choose the very hardest path. I know it’s because you are so determined to do what is right. All I was trying to tell you was that I thought there might be another way. It wouldn’t be easy exactly, but it would easier than what we’ve been doing.”
Harry nodded as he stopped in a particularly private spot. Fairy lights floated above and around them. Snow was gently landing in his and Ginny’s hair and on their shoulders.
“Ginny, I think you might be right,” Harry said fumbling in his pocket. “So here goes. I’m going to ask you a question.”
Ginny narrowed her eyes tentatively wondering what he had in mind, but they widened again when she saw Harry kneel down on one knee in the snow.
“Ginny, will you marry me?” he asked. “Not tomorrow, or even a month or year from now, but on a date we both agree that we’ll be ready on?” Harry held out a tiny black velvet box and opened it for her. Inside laid a ring, an old fashioned one with a solitary diamond surrounded by a tiny circlet of rubies, set into gold. It was simple, elegant, yet with an internal fire in the center stone that reminded Harry so much of her.
“Oh Harry…yes” she whispered. “Stand up though. You’re soaking your trousers.”
“That doesn’t matter. I can do drying charms.” He said but she took his hands pulling him to his feet again.
“In two years? Like we talked about?” she asked.
“It’s a really long engagement Gin. Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Harry asked as he removed the ring from the box hesitating before sliding it on her finger.
“Mum won’t be, but yes…I absolutely am.” She flung her arms around Harry’s neck and kissed him happily. “Oh thank you,” she whispered.
“We still have to be apart a lot you know,” Harry said, drawing away so that he was again holding her hand.
“Yes, but this is better. I feel better about it, knowing I can see you. Assuming of course that you will grant me permission to be away from school grounds now and again,” she teased.
“I think that can be arranged,” Harry said, as he slid the ring on her finger, then placed his hand on her shoulder to draw her closer.
“And I can visit you in your house?”
Ginny grinned ear to ear in her happiness.
Harry smiled and kissed her properly, snogging her in a way they hadn’t been able to in a very long time. The moment was interrupted however by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Ahem…Excuse me Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley,” it was Professor McGonagall and she was looking at them both most sternly. “You Miss Weasley have been warned. This will mean detention.”
“But Professor…,” Ginny objected.
“It is completely inappropriate for a student of Hogwarts School to be behaving in so intimate a fashion with an employee of the Ministry of Magic,” McGonagall went on. “Mr. Potter, you likewise have been informed of the standard of behavior expected of Ministry officials when visiting at Hogwarts. Unless you can explain yourself I feel I must inform your superiors at the ministry.”
“Actually I can Minerva,” Harry said. “May I introduce you to my fiancé?” he grinned at Ginny who smiled self-consciously back.
Ginny held out her hand with the ring.
“Surely it isn’t inappropriate for even a Ministry official to kiss his fiancé in a private spot while attending a dance?” Harry asked.
“Oh…oh my. No of course it isn’t …but when did this happen?” Professor McGonagall asked, looking shocked but not altogether displeased.
“Just now professor,” Ginny told her with a radiant smile. “Harry proposed and I said yes.”
“No one else knows by the way,” Harry told her. “So we’d appreciate it if you’d keep our secret for us, at least for a little while.”
“Oh yes…of course…” she smiled more warmly that was normal for her. “By the way, congratulations Harry. You too Miss Weasley.”
“Thank you,” Harry said. “Oh and by the way, Ginny has my permission to leave the grounds with me this evening. She will be returning after the holidays.”
“I understand,” she assured him. “Shall we look for Miss Weasley to return on the train?”
“I expect I will bring her Minerva. Now if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to dance with my fiancé. Happy Christmas Minerva.”
“Happy Christmas Harry.”
“It’s already been one of the best,” Harry assured her.
Harry and Ginny left her standing there open mouthed, staring back at them before she returned to the business of breaking up other couples intent on a bit of privacy.
Ginny beamed at Harry as they made their way back inside.
“You see? She can’t say anything about it now,” Ginny beamed. “Thank you.”
Harry stopped her where they stood pulling her around to face him.
“Ginny, will you please stop thanking me? I’m the one who should be thanking you for being so patient with me. The solution was obvious and I refused to see it.” Harry said in a frustrated tone.
“No you didn’t. You were the one who told me all about it Harry. You let me think about it, even when you hesitated to do anything about it because you thought two years was too long to be engaged, you discussed it with me and allowed us to decide together. And you are right, these things are so much better when we do that, even when what we decide isn’t what other people would do.”
“Let’s go dance. You’re getting icicles in your hair,” Harry said and he pulled her by the hand inside with him and back out onto the dance floor. The lights had been dimmed and the music had slowed while they’d been out walking and talking. Harry pulled Ginny to him and they embraced in a slow dance for what felt like hours, hardly aware of anyone else around them as they reveled in their closeness to one another. Eventually though, the crowd on the dance floor began to thin and people began to turn in.
“Ginny,” Harry whispered when he realized the ball would soon be over. “I know I told McGonagall that you would be leaving Hogwarts for the holidays, but would you like to come home with me tonight? We can go visit your mum and dad to tell them in the morning.”
Ginny looked up at him with a very warm smile. “I would like that very much Harry. Just one thing though.”
“What about Ron and Hermione? Are we going to tell them?”
Harry looked up and glanced around. “Yeah, I think we should. Tell you what, let’s make our way over to them, we’ll switch partners and tell them together.”
“You mean at the same time? While we’re dancing with them?” Harry nodded and Ginny giggled. “I can’t wait to see Ron’s face.”
Harry smiled then guided Ginny across the dance floor growing ever closer to Ron and Hermione who were so wrapped up in each other, they didn’t notice at first when Harry and Ginny approached them. They continued dancing until they were right up against the other couple, then Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder.
“What?” Ron said irritably, looking up from where he’d had his nose buried in Hermione’s hair.
“Switch, okay?” Harry asked. “We have something to tell you.”
Hermione looked up, dewy eyed for a moment until what Harry said began to register.
Harry shook his head and held a hand out to Hermione while passing Ginny to Ron.
“Dance with your sister Ron.”
“Why?” Ron demanded.
“Trust me,” Harry said.
Ron gave Harry a puzzled look then did as he was told, but dancing with Ginny much farther away than he had been with Hermione.
Harry took Ron’s spot dancing with Hermione, holding her close enough that she could hear him but not so close as to aggravate Ron.
“What’s going on?” Hermione asked.
“We just wanted you and Ron to know,” Harry said. “Ginny and I are engaged.”
Hermione stared at him as they danced. “You proposed?”
Harry nodded. “And she said yes.” He was grinning broadly now.
“Oh Harry!” Hermione jumped on him in a fierce hug. “That is so wonderful! I am so happy for you. When…?”
“I asked her tonight. It’s going to be a really long engagement though so don’t start asking about a wedding quite yet,” Harry said.
“How long?” Hermione asked curiously.
“We’ve discussed it. We think about two years. This way we can still see each other while she’s at school and she can come home for the weekends every so often, and next year she may be able to go with me sometimes when I have to travel for the ministry before we settle down.”
Hermione beamed at him. “You really have thought this through haven’t you? You have a plan, just like you did for your NEWTs and your house.”
Harry smiled. “Yeah Hermione I do. And I’m really, really happy about all of it.” He was about to say something more when Ron proceeded to pound him on the back.
“Why didn’t you say something?” he said happily as he pulled the four of them into a group hug.
Harry shrugged. “I had to make sure she’d say ‘yes’ first didn’t I?”
Ron punched him in the arm while grinning at him. “Blimey Harry, you’d have to be as thick as me not to know she would.”
Ron was about to punch Harry again when Ginny stepped in to block him.
“Will you please stop punching my husband-to-be?” Ginny demanded. Harry experienced a moment of shock as she said this.
Ron’s hand stopped in mid-air on the way to Harry’s shoulder. “You’re gonna be my brother-in-law. You’ll be stuck with the lot of us for good.”
Harry shook his head as though to shake off his momentary discomfort and slipped his arm back around Ginny’s waist, releasing Hermione to Ron as Hermione examined the ring on Ginny’s hand.
“I don’t think I see any problem with that frankly. I’ve always been quite happy when surrounded by Weasleys.”
“When are you gonna tell Mum and Dad?” Ron asked them.
“We think tomorrow probably,” Ginny said with a glance up at Harry who nodded.
“Do you want us to be there?” Hermione asked.
Harry looked at Ginny with a raised brow while she returned the look.
“Weren’t you lot going to be there anyway?” Ginny asked.
“We were going the day after,” Ron said. “But we could come earlier if you’d like the moral support?”
Harry kept his eyes on Ginny as he spoke. “Keep your plans the way they are. We’ll see you when you get there.”
Hermione smiled and patted him on the shoulder. Harry nodded at her, then he and Ginny began dancing again.
Ron and Hermione had gone when the band stopped playing. Harry waited for Ginny to go up and gather her things, before they walked together to the Hogwarts gates.
“Hold tight,” he told her as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“You are not about to get away from me now Potter,” she teased as Harry turned on the spot, Apparating them both to the landing by the front door of Grimmauld Place.
“Should I carry you across the threshold now or later?” Harry asked.
Ginny giggled. “How about both? Just for luck?”
Harry chuckled. Not that they needed it. He already felt like the luckiest man in the world. Knowing it would please her he opened the door with his wand, then swooped her and the skirts from her dress and all up into his arms, carrying her inside to the entrance hall, setting her down on the first step up from where he stood on the landing at the foot of the stairs, making them roughly the same height. Ginny giggled leaning into him, her hands around his neck as he did. Harry kissed her.
“Shall we go up stairs?” Ginny asked.
“Together? Or do you want to go first?” Harry asked.
“I would like to change,” Ginny said. “Is there a place I can hang my dress?”
“How about my closet?” Harry suggested. “It’s still half empty.”
He led her upstairs and showed her where.
“Your stuff’s all on one side!” Ginny exclaimed turning to look at him.
“Yeah, well I never intended all this to be just for me Gin. I always had you in mind when we rebuilt this place, you know?”
Ginny nodded. “I sorta did. I was hoping at least that was the reason you kept asking me things, let me help so much, and did some of the things that I suggested.”
She set down her case, turning to look at him expectantly.
“Okay, I’ll leave,” Harry said.
“No, you stay here. Just give me a hanger and I’ll be back, okay?”
Ginny disappeared into the bathroom with her hanger and her case, while Harry got ready to turn in. When she returned he had dimmed the lamp and was waiting for her beneath the thick comforter on the bed. She turned out the lamp and slid in beside him across the icy sheets.
“We really need to teach Kreacher to turn on the bed warmer before we turn in on nights like this,” Harry murmured as she snuggled in close to him and he cast the warming spell himself.
“Better?” Harry asked as his hand slid round her back.
“Much,” Ginny answered happily.
Harry ran his hand along her body, discovering a fabric smoother and more clingy than her usual t-shirt. “What are you wearing?” he asked.
“A night gown,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“It doesn’t feel like it would keep you very warm,” Harry said noting the thinness of the fabric.
“We’ll it does, but not quite like that,” she drew herself closer to him for a kiss.
Harry felt the silk of the gown between them as he kissed her back, feeling how it clung to her body, so that even while clothed he could feel everything. After a moment or two of this he began to understand what she meant. Harry ran his hands through her hair, holding her close, anticipating the intimacies between them. He wasn’t disappointed, though he was keenly aware that something had changed. The experimental nature of their experiences from the past summer was gone. There was a new element of certainty between them, not necessarily in what they were doing, but with each other.
Harry leaned on his elbow considering this as he watched her sleep afterwards, lying contentedly beside him, her hand on her stomach rising and falling with the slow rhythm of her breathing. Something had been different, something he couldn’t quite identify and he wondered what it was. It wasn’t something physical exactly, or maybe it was, as he felt the change in every part of him, even into his skin. A light from outside fell across Ginny as she moved in her sleep, catching for a moment a facet from the new ring she wore on her hand, causing Harry to think about the commitment they’d made to one another earlier that evening and he couldn’t help wondering if the two things were connected.
They slept late the next morning, breakfasting together before Harry sent an owl to the Weasleys asking if they could join them at the Burrow for lunch. A short time later Mrs. Weasley’s head appeared in the fire, insisting they come immediately.
Harry and Ginny apparated to the Burrow just before noon, where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting for them.
“Happy Christmas,” Harry greeted them.
Mrs. Weasley looked stern, but welcomed them in.
“Happy Christmas, Mum,” Ginny said giving her mother a hug as they walked through the door into the Burrow.
“Happy Christmas Ginny,” Mrs. Weasley said. “I must say though that I am surprised to see you. I was under the impression you were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. I don’t remember receiving an owl requesting our permission for you to come home.”
“You didn’t Mum,” Ginny said as she and Harry sat down side by side facing them on one of the benches with their backs against to the long kitchen table.
“Then do you mind explaining yourself?” Mrs. Weasley said with a frown, standing with her hand on her hip.
“That is actually why we are here Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said he glanced at Ginny exchanging a smile with her.
“Oh?” Mr. Weasley asked noting the smiles on their faces. “I gather there is something you’d like to tell us?”
Ginny blushed ever so slightly then held out her hand towards her mother. Mrs. Weasley stared at the ring.
“Oh my,” she said sitting down. “Do you mean…Are you telling me…? Are you really?” she looked in concern first at Harry, then at Ginny.
“I asked Ginny to marry me Mrs. Weasley.” Harry held up a hand preventing Mrs. Weasley from interrupting as she obviously wanted to. “In two years,” Harry finished.
“Two years?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
“Two years Molly,” Mr. Weasley repeated looking proudly at Harry.
“Why so long?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
“Molly, weren’t you just about to tell them that Ginny at least is too young?” Mr. Weasley asked.
“They both are Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley said.
“We know that Mrs. Weasley,” Harry told her. “That’s why we’ve agreed on two years.”
Mrs. Weasley stared at them. “I don’t understand. Harry please tell me, why get engaged when you don’t plan to be married for so long?”
“There are a lot of reasons,” Harry said looking down at Ginny. “But the most important one is that we do have this plan, both of us. It gives us a context for discussing our future with each other and all of you.”
Mrs. Weasley just stared at him.
“Family is important Mrs. Weasley,” Harry told her soberly looking steadily into her soft brown eyes that were so like Ginny’s. “Anything that significant is worth working for, planning for, doing what is right to make sure it happens in the best way possible.”
“So you are still planning to finish school?” Mrs. Weasley asked Ginny.
“Yes Mum. And I’ll be living on my own for a year afterwards before we get married,” Ginny told her.
The concern on Mrs. Weasley’s face eased a bit. She turned now to Harry.
“What about your Auror training Harry?” she asked.
“I finish one year from next September,” Harry told her.
“Which I presume is the reason for the two years?” Mr. Weasley asked.
“Yes it is, Mr. Weasley,” Harry agreed,
Mr. Weasley seemed satisfied with this however Mrs. Weasley still looked concerned.
“I still do not understand. Why become engaged now when you have said yourself that you don’t intend to marry for two years?” Mrs. Weasley asked. “That is quite a long time for an engagement Harry.”
Harry got up letting go of Ginny’s hand as he began to pace alongside the table. He glanced at Ginny as if seeking her approval before beginning to speak. She nodded at him ever so slightly. It was an act of trust rather than approval from Ginny however because she wasn’t at all certain what he would say. She watched Harry intently as he paced the kitchen floor.
“Mrs. Weasley, I don’t know if I can answer that in any ordinary way. I suppose from a certain point of view it would have made sense to wait. But after this last year…” Harry broke off running his hand disconcertedly through his hair.
He stopped, coming to some decision as he turned to face them. There was no other way than to talk about this. It wasn’t easy but it was the right thing to do.
“I can only tell you my reason Mrs. Weasley. Will that do?”
She nodded. Harry looked again, a bit anxiously now, at Ginny and she too nodded for him to go on.
“Okay,” Harry said as if to center himself to begin. “Last May the day after the end of the war, do you remember? I told you something of what had happened to bring it to an end; how it was that Voldemort was able to be finished?”
They nodded, but looked slightly confused as if not at all certain what this had to do with it. Harry went on.
“What I told you then was the truth, it is what happened, what I felt comfortable saying publicly to help people to understand the end of the war. It was not however everything that happened to me. Some of what happened was extraordinarily personal, well dying does tend to be. I’m sure it’s different for every person. But being given the chance to live again…” The look in his eyes gained a far off quality, as if seeing something they couldn’t see. “I don’t know if I can ever fully describe what that can mean, but especially so when it was something I’d never expected. I didn’t understand how it could before it actually happened.”
“I knew from the time the horcrux hunt started that I might never return. I expected that actually. I think,” he turned to look at Ginny now, “I think Ginny knew that when I left?”
Ginny nodded, the memory of the pain she had suffered from that knowledge was reflected in her eyes.
“I think it was because of that I never allowed myself to think about after the war. I didn’t really think there would a time like that for me. And I didn’t allow myself to think about it either when I woke up on that forest floor. Being dead…it was…well it didn’t hurt, there was no sense of loss, no fear, it is quite peaceful actually. My one regret then was for the people who were here, one in particular.” Harry paused again looking directly at Ginny. “Being alive hurt quite a lot, but I hoped it would be worth it. I hoped I could do some good. Everyone said that I had when Voldemort fell. That it would be a different world, a place where we could all live in relative safety, a place where happiness was possible. I couldn’t feel it. I think I was numb. It felt impossible to me. I don’t think on that day I began to feel anything again until I’d found Ginny. Do you remember?” he asked.
Ginny nodded. “In the common room.”
Harry met her eyes, drinking her in, remembering that day.
“I think what I’m trying to say Mrs. Weasley, is that although I know what happened to me benefited the whole wizarding world, and I don’t mean to make light of any of that, to me personally, deep inside, in a way I’ve never been ready to say before, the benefit to me in choosing to come back, in defeating Voldemort, in having the chance to live again, was Ginny. Becoming engaged speaks to intent, to commitment, and to family. Those are the very things I know that defeated Voldemort. That is what is important, that is what I learned. That is why it is my priority going forward. I suppose the best way I can think to say that, is by acting on it. It’s felt so wrong to stay so silent on this any longer.”
Now Harry changed his gaze to Mrs. Weasley. “I never had much of a future to think of before Mrs. Weasley, but now that I do, I want to spend that future with Ginny, every bit of it. And I think I would be happiest if everybody knew it.” Harry shrugged. “So I suppose the short answer is because I wanted to.” Harry turned back to Ginny who was staring at him open mouthed. “Is that okay?” he asked.
“Oh Harry!” she rushed into his arms burying her face in his chest. “You really meant what you said the night you came back?”
“I really, really did Gin. It was always you,” Harry said holding her tight, his face buried in her hair.
Mrs. Weasley was standing now too, weeping as she leaned against her husband watching Harry with Ginny, too over come for the moment for words.
“Dumbledore always told us of the power of the blood magic, and the importance of love Harry. Of course most of us only experience a more normal variety of those things, so I just don’t think we fully appreciated what, in this case that might mean,” Mr. Weasley said as he hugged his wife.
Harry blinked as he stared at him. “What do you mean the normal kind Mr. Weasley?” Harry asked.
“The kind that comes with blood family and with the kind of commitment associated with most marriages,” Mr. Weasley explained. “It is quite tangible under certain circumstances something one can almost feel in the skin. However the sort of magic Dumbledore was referring to, the blood magic he tried to tell us about which is of the sort you have just described to us is of an entirely different order I think.”
“And to think it was right before our eyes all summer and we never realized,” Mrs. Weasley said through teary eyes.
“Then it’s alright?” Harry asked releasing Ginny just a bit.
“Of course it is Harry. When I think that it was your love for our daughter that gave you the power to save the entire wizarding world, how could I possibly object?” Mr. Weasley said. “Few people have the proof of what they feel the way you do son,” Mr. Weasley said.
“If anyone deserves a bit of happiness in their life it is you Harry,” Mrs. Weasley said.
Harry grinned. Ginny stood and took his hand and Harry felt happier by far than he had ever been. He was surrounded by the love of his family and his love for Ginny. At this moment Harry decided his life was good.
AN: Thank you to all my readers and to all of you, whether you left a review or not, who marked my story as one of your favorites. My thought is you must have been enjoying it to have done that so thank you!
A special think you too to everyone who left me a review. I really do appreciate them. And lastly thank you to my beta. You have no idea just how much I appreciate all your help and encouragement.
To those of you who are sad that this story has ended, please take heart. I have a sequel to this story titled ‘Harry Potter and the Winters After the War’, which I have just begun to post. It tells the continuing story of Harry and Ginny’s relationship, but it will also focus on some new story threads, including what is happening for Harry as he trains to become an Auror. I hope to hear from many of you again then.
The first chapter of the sequel went up today! Enjoy!