A young red headed girl was curled up against a raven haired man in the living room of Godric's Hollow, relishing in this moment of quiet. These two were not the couple that lived during the First Wizarding War. No, these two lived in, and fought for, a time of peace. The house was silent. Four-year old James and three year old Albus were fast asleep. One year old Lily was in her father's arms, eyes blinking lazily. On the table in front of the flickering fire were photos and albums.
"We really should've started looking at those photos earlier in the day." Commented Ginny as she stretched and yawned.
"They bring up so many memories," murmured Harry softly as he brought Lily upstairs.
When he returned downstairs he was greeted by Ginny waving a picture in his face.
"Look at this one!" exclaimed Ginny, "It's you three by the lake and you look so happy and innocent!"
Harry looked at the photo and said, "It must have been taken when we were in third year. Our last year of innocence thanks to Tom."
"How on earth did we survive it all." Asked Ginny, burrowing her face in Harry's chest.
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and replied, "Because we fought for what was right and for what we believe in."
"And what did you think was right, Mr-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice?" Ginny teased, "Peace? A brighter future with no psychopath after your gut? What do you believe in?"
Harry stared into the depths of the fire for a moment before answering, "Well, I'm sorry if this sounds cliché, Gin, but I believed in you. I fought for a future, with you."
"Me?" Ginny scoffed, "You don't need me. You would do just fine by yourself."
"No, Ginny," Harry said, holding her at arm's length and looking straight into her eyes, "I do need you, you were the only thing I thought of when I walked to my death, your warmth, your love, you. And when I was battling Tom all I thought of was fighting for a future with you."
"Not for peace in the Wizarding World?" questioned Ginny, "Not to stop a psychotic maniac?"
"Maybe those too," admitted Harry, "But I couldn't have done any of those without you."
They both leaned in for a kiss and Ginny whispered, "Well, it looks like you do need me after all."
Harry kissed her again and responded, "Of course I do. No other woman would make me this happy or try and hex my legs off after the final battle because I pretended to be dead."
"You deserved it, you prat." Ginny told him, swatting his arm.
"In case I didn't get through that sometimes thick head of yours," said Harry, "I need you, preferably in the bed upstairs."