Summary: Our favourite witches and wizards all meet up 10 years after the war. HP, RW, HG, GW, LL, NL, GW, DM, MW, AW

Long Time, No See

Harry and Ginevra Potter entered the small, almost empty café at the end of Hogsmeade, hand in hand. The former wore a scruffy blue shirt hanging over his baggy jeans. His hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions and just covering a scar on his forehead, shaped like a bolt of lightning.

The latter was wearing a sunshine yellow dress that floated around her, just reaching her knees. Her bright red hair was long and poker straight, hanging well past her elbows. The most obvious thing about her was how huge she was in pregnancy. Unlike her husband, she was smiling and looked excited. He, on the other hand, looked thoroughly awkward, and seemed desperate to keep his head down and his name unrecognised.

"Oh, come on Harry! Cheer up!" He winced as some of the people sitting reading the Daily Prophet looked up at the name 'Harry', pulling her quickly to the largest table at the opposite end of the room.

"Don't say my name so loudly!" he hissed. "People still recognise me, you know that! And I'm tired of being stared at. Let's just try and keep our heads down, yes?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and sat down opposite her husband. "We aren't exactly going to blend in at this frankly tiny café when everyone arrives."

"If everyone arrives."

"Always the optimist," Ginny laughed, sarcasm lacing her voice. Harry was always like this in public, constantly fearful of being recognised and ogled by any witches or wizards who happened to see him. "So who's coming again?"

"Well, Ron and Hermione are coming of course. We've invited Neville and Luna too, and George. I think your parents might be coming too."

"What? But they've got the children! Probably Rose as well!"

Harry shrugged. "I presume they don't want to be left out. They'll want to see George, since he's hardly ever around any more, and Neville and Luna no doubt."

"Well, yeah I suppose," she huffed, "but why do they have to come? We only saw them this morning!"

"Oh come on, your parents are great!"

"Yeah, you would say that." Harry grinned at Ginny's suddenly sulky expression.

Ginny ignored him and attracted the waitress' attention. She was young, about twenty, with cropped, died pink hair.

"Can I take your..." She trailed off as she noticed the male sitting at the table. Her mouth dropped.

Ginny coughed.

"Sorry, sorry," the girl said flustered, "can I take your order please?" She asked this, but was still staring at Harry, seemingly awestruck.

"Yes, one Butterbeer please, and I'll have a Gilly Water." Ginny looked slightly irritated but this was nothing compared to Harry. He was looking down at his knees, looking immensely uncomfortable and refusing to look the waitress in the eye. The girl gave him one last stare and left to fetch their drinks.

"You could handle it better you know," Ginny said, pursing her lips. "The girl is just starstruck, you are basically the biggest celebrity of our world."

"You don't need to remind me."

Moments later the girl brought the drinks over, and promptly left after a pointed stare from Ginny.

"See, she's gone."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his Butterbeer, but did not take a drink because at that moment two figures entered the café. Harry and Ginny both beamed as Ron and Hermione approached them. They stood up, hugging the pair in welcome. Hermione was the first to speak.

"It was so great to get your letter, Ginny! Such a brilliant idea!" Hermione was also wearing a knee length dress, but of midnight blue. She was also pregnant, but only a faint bump was showing under her dress, as she was nowhere near as far along as Ginny was. Her hair was gripped up in a messy bun, with occasional curls escaping around her face. She sat down next to Ginny and Ron sat opposite her next to Harry.

"I know, I just thought, how long has it been since everyone has got together? I know we see you two regularly, but I miss George, and I miss Neville and Luna." Hermione smiled sympathetically and nodded in agreement. Ron, meanwhile, was looking around the room.

"Do they serve food here?" Harry grinned at his best friend, still hungry and he always was, but Ginny rolled her eyes and Hermione looked disapproving.

"Ronald!" she scolded, "when are you ever thinking about something other than food! Honestly, it's a wonder you're not obese, the amount you eat." She proceeded to give Harry and Ginny a detailed account of the amount she had to spend on food a week, and how Rose was now beginning to eat almost as much as her father. Thankfully she, like most of the Weasleys, remained as thin as a rake. Ron ordered himself a Butterbeer and Hermione a Pumpkin Juice, and then asked what food was on offer. He grumbled at the distinct lack of food and made do with a cheese and pickle sandwich (he had cringed when the waitress told him that corned beef sandwiches were also on the menu.)

"So, Harry, how are you doing?" Hermione was still giving Ron evils so Ron found the need to make conversation with his best friend and sister.

"I'm good, Ron, although I'm hating people staring at me, as usual."

"Ah, mate, they always do. I would have thought you'd got used to it by now. Hell, I got asked to give an autograph the other day. I didn't mind in the least."

"Ron, you love publicity," Ginny piped up, grinning mischievously at her brother. He scowled and Harry and Hermione both laughed.

"Ginny still teases you to this very day," Harry said, punching his friend on the arm. "She's brilliant at it, too."

"I know, I am rather brilliant at it, aren't I?" Ginny joked. "I get it from Fr... from George."

There was a short silence. Simply saying 'George' and not 'Fred and George' was still difficult for everyone.

Harry broke the silence. "How is George anyway? Any of you seen him lately?"

"I saw him a few weeks ago," said Ron. "He'd just got back from France, travelling."

"What does he even do when he goes travelling?" Hermione asked, a worried expression on her face.

"Searching for new ideas, new spells. The shop is basically all he does now." Ron looked down-hearted at the thought of his brother. "It's all he has left of Fred, so there's no way he'll let it go now."

Ginny sighed. "You'd think after ten years he'd have improved by now."

"Oh, but he has!" said Ron. "He seems happy, and he talked constantly about his travels and his family. I just, I don't think he likes staying around here much. He visits Mum and Dad sometimes, but I think just being around here is too much of a reminder for him."

"And what about Angelina? Does he just leave her, with Fred?"

"No, he is mostly at home with her and Fred. He only travels occasionally. They live in the South West, near Cornwall. It's a nice area, I hear."

Hermione agreed, as she had been to Cornwall on holiday with her parents many times. The group continued to talk amongst themselves, about their children mostly, until they were interrupted by a new arrival.

"Neville!" Hermione and Ginny stood up and gave him a big hug. He blushed slightly, and sat next to Ron.

"Or Professor Neville shall we say?" Harry said, grinning.

"Yes, Professor indeed," he laughed. "It's been ages, guys! Long time, no see?"

They all smiled at their friend and promptly attracted the waitress' attention and ordered him a drink.

A/N: Okay, that's it for the first chapter! I really wanted to write something like this, and I have lots yet to come! Please review if you want to see more, and tell me what you think, good or bad! Thanks for reading :D