These story is composed of many short chapters describing what I think have been the day after day of Harry and Ginny after the war.
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
Chapter One
The war was over. It didn't bring us happiness, not yet. We weren't relived. We just weren't feeling already. But the future is ours, and the one feeling that didn't left us during the war, was our promise for the future: HOPE.
Many went crazy, many build families, and many were left alone. Fortunately, the people I love went on. They were happy now. Or trying to. My parents still had a hard time suffering for their lost son. My brothers were trying their best to live, and George was the one that still didn't know how to face day after day without Fred. Sometimes, when we were reunited in my mother's kitchen, we still wait for Fred to enter the Burrow's door. But he never did. Hermione and Ron were still together, going after jobs, and she was living with my family. Neville married Luna, months after the final battle, and they were happy as far as I'm concerned.
Harry isn't totally happy, but he is surviving. Too many nightmares, and now he'd a godson to take care of. Teddy Lupin. They were living in the Burrow for now, but he wants to move in to Grimmauld Place as soon as he find a job. He still wants to be an auror. We're still dating, and I help him with Teddy, just like my mother and Hermione. It isn't easy, our new life. Everyone's life. But we have hope that in the future everything is going to be okay.
I'm applying to be a quidditch player, but not now. Harry needs my help first. And I'm already attached to Teddy. He is a sweet baby, don't cry too much and sleep a lot. Something we're not accustomed at the Burrow. All of us were crazy little demons. But I like that way because me and Harry because we take to feed him when he wakes up in the middle of the night. He's not being a burden, and even if he was I would still take care of him. Because of Harry and Teddy's parents, Tonks and Professor Lupin. I loved them.
I stopped my thoughts when I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I didn't need to look; I already knew who it was. Harry. "Still awake?" he asked, and kissed my shoulder. I sealed Teddy's baby bottle and leaned into him. "Teddy's hungry." I said. Harry continued to kiss my shoulder, my neck. "You didn't have to make. You should have woken me up." He always says that. I turned and faced him. "You know I don't mind. I like feeding him. Why did you wake up anyway?" I asked, and kissed his jaw. His arms tightened around me. "I missed you in bed." He whispered. Just clarifying, we're not sharing the room, but I sneak at night to his bedroom almost every night. And go back to my bedroom early in the morning.
"Why don't we go feed Teddy, before he stars to cry again, and then we can take a walk outside?" I said, and took his hands, pushing him to walk back to his bedroom, where Teddy was. When we entered the room, the baby was just about to cry again, so I got him in my arms and fed him. At the meantime Harry just stood by my side and watched Teddy. He was in love with the baby. Teddy was already his.
After I put Teddy back on the cradle I went to Harry that was sitting on the edge of the bed. He raised and He leaned his forehead against mine. "What would I do without you?" He closed his eyes and so did I. "Not just with Teddy, Ginny, with everything." He said and kissed me, tenderly and passionately.
I hope you like this story. I'm not much of a writer, but I always had this idea in my head and decided to give it a shot.
Comments are appreciated.