Chapter 1

Sky was full of stars that night. She sat on the window and looked into the brightest one. Something about that star gave her hope. While its light was bright and clear, everything would be fine.

Cool breeze played in her hair and brushed against her bare arms. It was soothing on her skin that burned ready for his touch and kisses. Was it a week already? When he was leaving, she felt like the week will never pass, and then, when the night of his return would come, it seemed like it went to quickly.

Then she remembered that one week is nothing in compare with two full years. It's been that long since the "War" ended. Now, everything seemed normal. Everyone tried to live the best way they can, keeping the memories of those who didn't survive to live in a New World they fought for. The pain faded slowly, but the bitter taste lingered… She thought of Remus and Tonks who never got a chance to enjoy their love in peace. They left Teddy behind. He was the dearest child. You could tell if he was happy or sad or hungry of if he wanted to play… only by looking at his hair. Of Albus Dumbledore whose wise word planted the seed of good deep in their hearts. Of Severus Snape, the man with a promise, with a sole devotion, whose love lived and died with him. The man who kept hidden what was best in him, allowing others to hate him and not caring. Of Alistor "Mad Eye" Moody who died in a battle, like a true warrior he was. Of Dobby, The Free Elf, whose loyalty saved their lives. Of Fred Weasley, who died with a smile on his face; the same smile that shone like a ray of light in the darkest days. How many died? Too many was the only right answer. And all of them died for a sole purpose. Future. And life.

Those who stayed were never the same. And they will never be.

She learned to be grateful for everything she has. Grateful for every new day, whether it was sunny or rainy. For every laugh and every tear. For every second she got to spend with friends and family…. Everything changes once you become truly grateful for being just alive. Most of all she was grateful for a chance to spend her life with the one she loved. To feel his arms around her body, his kisses, to hear his laugh and laugh at his jokes. He was her soulmate. The only sense in the madness.

He was now fullfilling his dream and she never thought of stopping him. If becoming an Auror was what he really wanted to do in life, then he will have it. Nights she had to spend alone were hard, but a small price to pay for his happiness. God knows he needs it.

It's been a year since he entered the training. They got to spend two days a week together but after everything they went through together it seemed like nothing. They were them. They were Ron and Hermione. Time was powerless there.

Harry entered the training, too. Hermione was now spending a lot of time with Ginny helpiing her with Teddy who was now living with them. He was a sweet child but with Tonks' temper Ginny needed all the help she could get. They often laughed at themselves for becoming such "housewives", but neither of them would have it any other way. And that wasn't completely true, either. Ginny was teaching Quidditch Flying to children while Hermione was studiying History of Magic. Given her passion for books it looked like a obvious choice. Once more, she was the best in her class.

Life was good, now. Sometimes it seemed that she deserved nothing less than what's happening to her. She took part in saving the world. She had every right to be happy. But, then, she would see Ron's teary eyes every time he talked about Fred, the Weasleys's home that will never be the same and Harry who is still fighting the feeling that he is the one to blame for everything. Sometimes happiness would come with guilt, sometimes guilt would be washed away with sorrow and… and so on.

Lost in thoughts she didn't hear the key in the lock or his footsteps as he approached her. Entering the room, he smiled. She was always waiting for him like that; standing by the window with her locks thrown freely across her back and with few candles lit in the room. Lowering his bag he came closer to her small frame.

"Daydreaming?", he asked in a low voice.

She smiled without turning to see him, expecting a soft kiss he would always put on the spot where her shoulder met her neck. "Something like that", she responded quirking her head slightly to a side ofering him a glimpse of white skin.

Ron wrapped his hands around her and gave her the expected kiss. Burrying face in his hair he asked:"About me?"

"Mmm-hmm", she responede while closing her eyes and leaning into him. It was bliss…

He loved the way she trembled in his arms. She loved even more he knew her so well. He always knew where to touch her. They had their fights. They always had and they always will. If it was different it wouldn't be them.

She turned around to face him, to look at him after a week of longing. He never grew tired of looking into his eyes or seeing his little loopsided smile. That smile could melt ice… Or make you believe there's still Good in the world.

She brought her hand to his face caressing his cheek covered in few cuts and bruises. She knew it had to be like that and she had promised not to say a word. As long as his smile was sincere and warms as it was now, she will remain quiet and suportive. And she could always tell when something was bothering him.

Rons smile slowly faded as he watched her. He swallowed hard and shivered. She could always do that to him… After all these years he would always lose himself in her eyes. Lust was rising in him. He bent his head forward sealing her lips with a kiss in which he always poured all the love and affection.

As their kisses and breaths grew heavy Ron lifted Hermione into his arms and carried her towards the awaiting bed.

Harry entered the flat he was sharing with Ginny for nearly six months now. He was tired and beaten from a hard weak in training, but every time he came to this place, new force would rise in him. Finally, he had a home. He had someone waiting for him with a smile. Warm shelter where his fears and doubts vanished.

The fireplace in the living room crackled and it was the only light he faced. All he could hear was soft humming coming from one of the rooms. Teddy's room. He approached the door slowly and pushed the door that was already slightly ajar. And there they were…

Ginny was sitting in a rocking chair holding Teddy in her arms. She was singing a lullaby watching him lovingly. Little boy was raising his little hands in the air trying to catch a wisp of her flaming red hair. He could watch them forever.

Then she heard him and raised her head. She smiled lovingly at him and Teddy followed her gaze and made a little squeeky noise when he saw Harry.

"How long have you been standing there?", she asked.

"I just came in", he replied. "But you already knew that, right? You are like a living sneakoscope", he added teasingly.

"Well…", she shrugged inocently.

Harry came closer to them placing a tender kiss on Teddy's forehead and then turned to Ginny. He landed a gentle kiss on her lips cupping her face with his hands. Ginny always blushed when he did that. It was like he was thanking her for something, making himself sure that he wasn't dreaming and all much more she couldn't always name. It felt nice, but it was like he never knew how happy she was to be with him.

"I am going to take a shower", he said finally. "How long until he falls asleep?"

"Not long".

Walking towards the bathroom Harry reminded himself once more that it was alright to be happy. Sometimes, he felt like he wasn't entitled to. Like his sole purpose on Earth was to save it and… Die. He was ready to die. He was ready to die for the sake of everyone else and now, when life offered him everything he ever wished for, he wasn't sure what he was feeling. Fear?

Among other things it was fear, and he knew it. He was terrified that one day he will wake up and find everything gone.

Ginny and Teddy were his world now. Thought of losing them drove him mad, but slowly he was learning that those fears and just fears. He tried his best to convince himslef that.

"It's your favorite", Ginny said when Harry entered the dining room changed and clean with a towel hanging around his neck. His smile grew wider as he saw huge plate full of differently shaped Treacle Tarts.

Harry sat down in the chair after giving Ginny several 'thank you' and 'you're the best' kisses. Food in the Auror's training wasn't great. He almost laughed when he remembered Ron's whining about his poor stomack. It was in the beginning. Ron was now a real warrior on the field. He supposed that Hermione had to bare with his "lack of sugar" problems.

"How's the future of Quidditch these days?", Harry asked.

"Great!", Ginny answered excited. "There are really talented kids out there. It's a real shame no one before thought of teaching them how to fly before going to school. I mean, I understand that some of them don't even have magical powers until they are eleven, but I think this will be really great. There's one kid from Manchester….", Harry was listening to her telling him all about her week. She could see joy and excitement on her face. And he was genuinly happy for her.

He was sure that Ginny did a great job and that the future of the Quidditch was looking really, really good… Having someone like her to teach you anything was the best part. She certainly knew how to get people's attention. And not in a way she was getting Harry's. That girl knew her shouting.

"So, how's everything on the field?", she asked after taking a sip of water for having completely dried up her mouth talking.

"It's…It's good. Great!", Harry answered. He wasn't sure why he was having a feeling that he wasn't telling the thruth. Nothing happened. It was a week like any other. But, something was telling him different story.

Ginny looked at him. His tone hadn't escaped her. But, she learned not to push anything with Harry. If it was serious he would tell her. If it wasn't he will tell her when he is ready.

They sat there laughing and talking, enjoying their perfect routine everytime he came home and then he stood up:"Come!", he said. He took her hand and led her towards their bedroom, turning off the lights behind them.

Ron and Hermione were fast asleep, legs interwined and sheets tangled. His arms thrown upon her as her head rested on his shoulder.

None of them noticed slight flicker of the brightest star.

Few miles away, first time in years, Harry awoke with a start, drenched in sweat, holding his breath while an uneasy feeling grew stronger in the pit of his stomach.

A/N: Here it is… First chapter of my first ever fic. This is just the a glimpse on the lives they are having now. Everything seems peaceful but (don't hate me), I am going to change that soon. Very soon.

Please, R&R…