A/N: So this is the edited Version of the one I did a couple years ago, hope you enjoy. *Disclaimer* I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not think I'll ever be J.K. Rowling. So obviously, it was not I who wrote the magnificent tale that is Harry Potter. Thank you. :D
Harry walked into the room he shared with Ron at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He nervously reached into his sock drawer and pulled a beautifully made glass vial filled with a bright golden liquid inside it. He then pocketed the vial in his emerald green silk robes, the ones Ginny had told him once that he looked best in.
Harry grabbed his wand off the dresser before apparating to the Burrow.
Seeing as it was a few hours before the weekly Sunday Weasley dinner, the burrow didn't have any guests yet. The only ones in the house were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, with the exception of the oldest Weasley sibling, Bill. After chatting with Mrs. Weasley for a time, he excused himself to the loo and took out the vial he had stowed away in his pocket earlier. He chugged every last drop of the liquid, Hermione had made several batches, so he didn't feel the need to ration it.
He went downstairs, more cheerful then before , and asked Mr. Weasley for a word in private. "Dad," he began, as he'd took to calling Mr. Weasley that after the war. "Your family has been there for Hermione and I since we started Hogwarts. You fought for me, you believed in me, and you lost loved ones with me." His voice cracked on the last word, as he silently remembered Fred. "The reason I am here is to ask you for Ginny's hand in marriage." He stated. Mr. Weasley looked dumbfounded for several moments, before lunging at Harry. Harry felt a brief panic, before the older man had enveloped him in a hug. "Welcome to the family, son!" Mr. Weasley laughed proudly.
Harry smiled brightly before Mr. Weasley asked him the most common question the man has ever asked. "Now, can you tell me what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?" Harry chucked at the enthusiasm on his face, staring the process of explaining it, yet again.