Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they are owned by Ms. Rowling. I do own the plot, but I wish I did own the characters, because they are amazing, like Ms. Rowling.

It was thirty years after the war and all was still well. Harry and Ginny were living the perfect life. James, Albus and Lily finished their years at Hogwarts and now lived their own lives. Harry and Ginny moved to a small town in America to escape the hustle and bustle of London and all of the stares and looks they still received after the downfall of Lord Voldemort. Harry heard all about the wondrous life of living as a Muggle in America. Most interesting to him was a thing called the internet.

"Dad would be so fascinated by," he thought to himself as he browsed the London Times online.

Harry decided to search himself.

"Holy Merlin!"

"What, honey?"

"Remember Margaret our neighbor told us about Zoom, the search engine webspider thingy?"

"Yes."

"Well, over three trillion results came up for my name."

"What?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, I clicked on one and this website call Fanfiction had over four hundred thousand entries for this book called Harry Potter."

"You don't think these books are about me do you?"

"Do another search."

"Ginny, these are about me, look at the picture on the front, it's me riding my old Nimbus 2000 catching the snitch."

"Who wrote these books?" Ginny asked

"A woman named J.K. Rowling. She's from Edinburgh," Harry replied.

"Did you know of any wizards or witches from there?"

"No, Ginny. This is really freaky."

"We should get one of the books and read it. Maybe it is not about you," said Ginny.

"Ginny, come on look at the similarities, the scar, the Nimbus 2000, Hogwarts, it all fits."

"Do you think that would explain all of the stares and looks you still get, because I thought it was the sexiness still oozing from your body," Ginny said, a glint of passion in her eyes.

"Oh Ginny, stop, you're making me blush."

Harry leaned in and kissed her passionately like they were still young. The love and the fire still there after 30 years.