A/N: The characters and beginning paragraph are not mine; they exclusively belong to JK Rowling. Though the plot for the story belongs to me.

Summary: A continuation for the Harry Potter series for those who wanted just a little more.

"You – will – never – touch – our – children- again!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.

Get up Bellatrix.

The scent of death flooded the room. Burning flesh, ashand despair tortured her nostrils. Swam into her brain and clouded her minds eye. Her lips were dried, caked over with old sweat, blood and the grain from shattered rocks blown apart from a number of different curses. Her skin was felt cold as death, and that is what was strange. She could feel it. Deep in the back of her brain, it was small, it was weak but it was still there.

You have a job to complete Bellatrix. Get up.

Her heart did not pulsate. Her lungs did not breathe. She was not alive. But she was not dead either. Thousands of voices rang in her ears. Cheers for the death of the dark lord. Triumph in his death and Harry Potters life. The world was safe from evil. Safe from chaos and destruction. Her stomach clenched in anger. Bile coursed through her veins reaching to the tips of her fingers to the bottom of her toes. Her face flushed with color and she felt hot. Too hot to continue lying on top the heated stones beneath her. Her lips did not move, her throat did not contract, yet a small trail of blood crawled out of the corners of her mouth staining her pale cheek and pouring into her raven black hair creating a tacky pool beneath her.

Bellatrix…GET UP.

A flash of green, a sharp pull from behind her naval and her eyes shot open blood shot and hollow. She placed her hand on her stomach, gently at first before digging her nails deep piercing the skin. A small smile formed as she felt the heart beat.
"Yes my master. Yes my love."

Harry Potter sat silently in front of the television. It was turned off but the glare off the screen seemed to be a calming technique for him. Just the reflection of the lights against the pure black gave him a feeling that he was surrounded. Complete. As if the past few months perhaps didn't happen and were just some plot in a story book meant to torment him. A giggle from the floor above suggested that Hermione and Ron were once again realizing the perks of officially becoming a couple.

He continued to stare. So many lives were gone, so much had happened, at times it seemed as though it would be impossible to really feel again. To feel happy, safe and content with life. It had been two months to the day since they buried Fred, Tonks, Remus, and many others. Two months, two hours, and seventeen minutes.

Another giggle sounded. This time from Ron. Harry felt his stomach churn as he closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. To forget. The Weasley's had encouraged him to seek out someone to talk to. A wizarding therapist to talk with, get the angst, hurt, and loss off his chest. But he couldn't. How could someone relate to what he had seen. What he experienced. How could anyone in the world possibly begin to grasp what he was feeling inside. The guilt, the shame, but over all, the pride. That was the worst combination anyone could feel. Feeling guilty yet proud at the same time over death and destruction.

"Hello." He felt the voice radiate in his head. He began to calm down and started to smile.

"Hello." He replied.

"Harry?" A slight tingle in his scar forced him to touch it. To remember it.

"Yes?"

"what are you doing?" he opened his eyes and saw Ginny standing in front of him. Her small hands placed deliberately on her hips as she raised an eye brow. She had a cut on her cheek that was finally beginning to fade away and her hair was cut short for the summer. It made her look older, although after the war everyone seemed to age.

"Just…resting."

"well you've been resting for a few hours now…where's Ron and Hermoine?" He shot at glance to the ceiling and closed his eyes again, laying his head on the back of the couch. "Ah. Well come on, let's go outside. Mum'll be starting dinner soon and if were anywhere near she start in on me again to learn to cook. Really, I'm only seventeen, there's no need to learn that rubbish yet."

"Seventeen? Ginny you're birthday isn't until next week."

"And your point? I'm as good as twenty five after this past year." She smiled but it was lacking any real cheer.

"Right." He smiled slightly back at her. For a moment they stayed in their spots. Each trying to comfort the other from a distance with their eyes.

"Well, come on. Take a walk with me?"

Ron and Hermoine sat upstairs on top his bed. The door was kept open as they had promised Mrs. Weasley, yet they had placed some spells across the frame in order to keep a small fraction of privacy. An illusion charm made it appear to anyone walking by that they were on the bed playing a game of exploding snap and giggling all the while. In truth, they sat upon the floor holding each other. Rons arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders as she kept her head on his chest. She sobbed slightly, any stray tears being absorbed into his cotton shirt.

"It's not that bad you know…really. I mean, I love you, and you love me…at least I hope you love me. I can never be too sure with you, constantly threatening to leave me and break my poor little heart and only after—."

"You know I love you." She chuckled and buried her face deeper into his shirt. "I've always loved you."

"Well…I doubt about always."

"alright, I've loved you for a while at the very least." Her eyes were big and red as she looked up into his eyes. "but I do love you." He kissed her eyes and then her hair.

"Then we have nothing to worry about." She pushed away from him and stood, walking over to the window.

"How can you keep saying that?! We have no money, no jobs, no place to live… Ron we have nothing. How can you possibly say everything is ok?"

"Well, you have that job offer for the ministry, and I'll find something real soon…George offered me a partnership with him when he…when we all…once it's been a bit and business can get started again."

"The ministry isn't going to want to take me on." She gazed out the window over the garden which had been pruned especially through as of late.

"Because you're only eighteen?"

"Don't be ridiculous! Because I'm pregnant! They aren't going to want to hire an unwed teenage mother straight out of Hogwarts. Think of how that would look to the press? The prophet would be all over that. Plus I would be forced to take maternity leave right after finally getting my feet properly placed and then what? Then I have a screaming, pooping, infant to worry about!" She collapsed on the floor.

"At the very least, you don't have to be unwed…" she looked up to Ron.

"What?" He crawled over to her and kneeled by her side. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a tiny gold band.

"Hermoine…I know this is rushed, I know this isn't how you dreamed it or really would have wanted it to happen…but I know that I've dreamed of this for the past three years. We've know each other since we were eleven years old and I don't want that to ever end. We've fought trolls, Evil wizards, horocrux, Following Harry all the way to the end, and it's always been you and me. We can do this. We can raise a family and be happy. Let me make you happy for the rest of your life. Marry me. Marry me and take on the biggest adventure of your life."

She watched his eyes. He was serious. He really truly wanted to marry her and be with her always. She took his hands and held them her hers. He was shaking, cold. He loved her. She loved him. Could they really do it? Being so young, could they really truly start a family together? Her heart screamed yes.

"No." The reply shocked herself just as much as it shocked him. His eyes grew wide and he pulled his hands from hers.

"No?" He stood up, leaving her on the floor. "as in, no-way I cant say yes?" she pushed up onto he knees and grabbed his hand once again.

"Ron…if we weren't in this situation. If I weren't pregnant. Would you have asked me?"

"Yes. Yes I would have."

"You're a liar." She stood up and with a flick of her wand raised the charms on the door way, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He cursed and picked the ring up

"I would have…eventually."

Ginny's palms began to sweat as she stuck them in her back pockets. The heat from Harry's body so close to her own flushed her cheeks forcing her hair to appear twice as vibrant. They walked across the lawn towards the small pond in the distance. She was hoping this would be her chance to finally tell him how she truly felt. How she had never wanted him to leave her, how she never cared about the danger that would have come to her. How she never wanted to be without him in her life. She had waited too long to hear him say he loved her. Waited in too much earnest to feel him kiss her, hoped too much for him to see her as more than just Ron's younger sister to let him throw it all away for her safety.

But now the war is over. Now there isn't any chance of them being hurt. There isn't any way for Voldemort to get to them. To pry them apart. They can be together.

Harry's arm bumped into hers. He looked over and apologized before looking back down at the ground ahead of them.

"Harry?"

"Ginny?" He stopped in front of her and they locked eyes. She swallowed hard and smiled.

"Go ahead, sorry."

"No, you go." He ran his hand through his hair nervously making it messier than it already was. She loved that.

"Harry I-."

"Wait…Gin?" she smiled. "these past few months…have been miserable for me."

"me too."

"With the war, Sirius not here, you were the only person I really felt I could connect with. Ron and Hermoine, they're my best friends but…there's always been a more personal connection between us. And I miss it. I need it." Ginny's heart began to beat wildly in her chest. She couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face and she reached out to touch his hand. He smiled back as they entwined their fingers together and he pulled their hands to his chest. "Ginny I love you. You know that right?"

"Oh Harry! I love you too!" she threw herself to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I thought…well…I mean, I was worried that…maybe you didn't…" she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of relief. "but you do."

"I'll always love you Gin. Always and forever. That's why I'm telling you this." She smiled and snuggled into his shoulder a bit more.

"Telling me what? That you love me?"

"That' I'm leaving tomorrow for a while."

A/N : Ok so that's chapter one. Let me know what you think…I promise Chapter two will have a bit more of plot outline rather than re-introducing where the characters are at and headed. :-)