A/N I don't own anything other than the plot of this story.
It is a one-shot and enjoy!
Harry Potter appeared on the front porch of his house. In one of his hands was a large suitcase. In the other was a small silver key.
He placed the silver key upon the doorknob and immediately the door opened. Behind it was an old elf, holding a washcloth.
"Master Harry has arrived," he croaked.
"Good day, Kreacher," Harry replied, "Can you please make me some tea and biscuits? Ginny would be arriving soon."
Kreacher nodded and disappeared. Harry took his case to his room and waited in the sitting room, reading the Quibbler.
Several moments later, the door opened again. He quickly put down the magazine and rushed towards it. A beautiful red-haired woman stood in the room, smiled widely at him.
"Ginny!" Harry cried as he hugged her.
"I missed you, dear," she whispered.
"Me too, honey," he replied, "A week's missions seems short, but it is actually very unbearable."
"I know. You well?"
"Never better. Why don't we go talk in the sitting room where Kreacher had made some afternoon tea for us?"
After they've made themselves comfortable, Ginny eyed the book on the table. "Reading Luna's writing, aren't you?"
"Yes, but yours is always the best."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't try to be sweet. Luna's is actually very good. At least she writes the truth, not like other reporters in the Prophet."
"I still don't know how you work with them," said Harry angrily as he bit hard on his biscuit and accidentally bit his tongue instead.
Ginny sighed. "I don't. I don't usually talk to them. They want to know only about you anyways. But writing about Quidditch is something I love doing, so I try not to let them get on me."
He nodded and silence fell between them.
After a while, Ginny said, "It is so quiet now that Lily is in Hogwarts."
"I hope no one bullies her because of me. If they do, I am going to have a serious talk with their parents, and maybe include a few hexes."
"Harry! You are not supposed to do that!"
"She's my only daughter!" said Harry defensively, "I am supposed to protect her!"
Ginny shook her head, torn between amusement and irritation. "You are just like Ron. He loves to "protect" me. Trust me, Lily won't want you to do that.
"So, speaking of Ron, is he and Hermione going to come for dinner?" asked Harry, embarrassed and trying to change a subject.
"Yes, so is Neville and Hannah."
"I thought he is supposed to be at Hogwarts?"
"I convinced McGonagall to give him a night off. After all, it isn't Hermione's birthday every day."
Silence again.
"I love you," said Harry softly.
"I love you too," said Ginny.
His hand found hers. The other hand touched his lightning shaped scar.
It is healing, and so is everyone. Yes, maybe the people are still hungry for what his information all the time. And yes, once in a while, they get nightmares and couldn't sleep. But everything is changing for the best.
And with all the friends and family beside him, he would do it all again, in a heartbeat.