A sweet Christmas story I decided to write. It tells all about Harry’s life after the war, and what he’s been doing all these years.


Excerpt: He looked down and put his hand on Hermione’s cheek, caressing it, and moving the hair out of her face. He went in closer for a sweet kiss as her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands moved to his neck, tangling her hands in his ebony locks. Pulling her closer, Harry’s hands moved down softly to her waist, and they were lost in their everlasting love.
It’s my first fanfic.