The sun had barely even risen when Ginny woke up. Clutching the handle of her cane, she put on her hearing aids only to be met with Harry's loud snoring. Decades of marriage meant that she had long grown used to all of her old husband's little quirks, adoring and being annoyed by them in equal measure.

Carefully stroking his grey and balding hairline, Ginny saw that he had forgotten to take off his glasses before he slept and just before she could take them off, the snoring stopped at once and his hands gripped hers, eyes still shut.

"Darling don't, you'll end up waking Evie and the others," Harry said, tenderly holding his wife's withered hand.

Baffled at how her husband was still awake, Ginny raised her brow. "Why...and why are your glasses..." her tone replete with anxiety.

Harry simply caressed her hand to calm her down, "Wanted to keep my eye on the watch. I knew you'd hurry downstairs the second it struck five," he said sweetly as he slowly rose up, his back making a cracking sound.

Ginny frowned as she rubbed his back. She realized that Harry had started to notice this habit of hers and it sent her mind imagining all sorts of scenarios but before she could act on her impulses, her husband simply kissed her cheek before asking her to just stay in bed with him and at long last, she relented. The anxiety had been getting the better of her these past few days and Harry had sensed it almost immediately and yet everytime he tried to reach out she'd just make up an excuse to avoid it altogether but not anymore. In truth, she realized her husband comforting her was a far better alternative than the shenanigans she had been pulling these past few days.

"Harry..." she sobbed, as her old husband pulled up their blanket and turned to face her. Smiling, he just wiped her tears, slow as his arthritic hands were, shushing her in the process. "I know, darling. I know why you keep hurrying downstairs this early but the mail won't arrive any sooner if you keep doing it," he explained calmly.

"They are going to cancel it, Harry. I feel it...I feel it in my heart! I've never once failed to dodge..." she blazed, sounding very much unlike her usual self. She had taken the Ancient Age Flying Test thrice now, passing flawlessly each time, yet this time when her license was due for renewal, she felt a wee bit overwhelmed during the Sight and Hearing Trials. It wasn't anything major, Harry felt and certainly common for a witch Ginny's age yet the tiny blimp had put a dent in her confidence.

"Do you remember when we were young, we'd talk of how one day we'll grow old and how fascinated you were with that idea?" Harry asked.

"But-"

"No buts, love! Not today. You keep rushing down to check the mail and you don't even think of what could happen if you suffered a fall. Did you not think of that?"

"Harry...I...don't..." Ginny muttered, at a loss for words.

"Gin, you're the best flying witch of your age, you do realize that, don't you?"

Burying her head down, Ginny finally managed a smile, her eyes still watery.

"What do you mean 'witch'? Surely, you meant anyone my age, right?" she teased, bopping her husband's nose, who finally saw a glimpse of his sassy wife after days.

"Uh-ahem, I am still alive and in reasonably good shape, so you've got some fair competition headed your way," smirked Harry, pulling the blanket closer on his side of the bed.

"Good shape?! You're getting fatter."

"Me?! Fatter? No, it's not me who keeps getting fatter, it's your pies that keep getting better," Harry clapped back before they both burst out laughing.

Ginny rubbed her old husband's belly to prove her point to which he simply reacted with a very self-aware nod before smiling.

"Stop tickling it," Harry laughed out so loud that his wife would have almost certainly heard him even without her hearing aids. Snatching back a tiny portion the blanket for herself, Ginny rested her head on Harry's chest only to be interrupted moments later when her husband endured a coughing fit, no doubt a result of him laughing out so loud.

Harry's chest had been bothering him more and more these days but it never did last very long, for which Ginny was truly grateful. She thought of how her father had passed years ago after complaining of chest pains and worried similarly for Harry. They had been retired for a few decades now and Harry had put on quite a bit of weight owing to Ginny's savory meals yet she let him off the hook each time with a kiss on the cheek, especially when she herself did her best to stay fit.

That's not to say that Harry was entirely feeble, age had caught up to him as it had for Ginny. While she still maintained her figure, she was almost entirely deaf without her hearing aids. Her knees weren't as strong and she relied on her cane more and more to walk and support herself. Her once fiery red hair were now entirely white and Harry never failed to remark how much he loved the "new" color despite her sporting it for decades now.

As she grew older, Ginny fell in love with her wrinkles. They were now quite deep, her crow's feet being prominently highlighted whenever she smiled, as did the lines on her forehead. She proudly wore it all along with her age spots and turkey neck. Harry absolutely adored it all and would often mention how they are a sign of them having lived a truly joyous life well into their old age.

Harry, on the other hand, had lost most of the frontal portion of his hairline and grew a fluffy white beard which Ginny loved playing with, oftentimes to Harry's chagrin. Although the Mediwizard and Healers had suggested that he started using a walker, he was adamant on using a mere cane since it "it preserved his youth." After a snappy exchange between the couple concerning their health, they then quitely fell asleep for a few hours before waking up and helping each other down the stairs.

With summer in full swing, Harry and Ginny's great-grandkids had arrived only a few days after the couple took their Ancient Age Flying Test.

Not realizing that he was yelling instead of whispering when he informed Ginny that the kids were still asleep, Harry looked perplexed as Ginny gave him a look as she popped her dentures into the mouth.

"Oscousi," pointing her wand right at her husband and the hex instantly shut him up.

"Harry Potter, do you not understand what it means to whisper?! Sure, I'm deaf without the aids but the kids aren't. Kaira's already unwell, ugh!!!" Unable to speak, Harry tried to explain himself a million times but in vain. Ginny grabbed his arm and put him in his armchair as swiftly as she could thought it wasn't all that swift at her age.

"Stay put, I'll go check up on the kids," Ginny said curtly and slowly made her way into the guestroom all while Harry sat, unable to speak.

After his attempts to murmur anything coherent failed thanks to Ginny's spell, Harry's eyes were drawn to a family photo when his children were young. It always confounded him how much the Potter family had expanded by now; even Harry's children were old and had grandkids of their own.

He recalled how his grandchildren would often gather around for his stories during summer, only to be joined in by Ginny who proved a better storyteller in Harry's eyes than he ever had been himself and yet now even their grandchildren had grown up with kids of their own.

Visiting grandparents each summer had become a tradition in the Potter household, and with nearly a dozen great-grandkids, the Potters decided that some would first visit their grandkids and then onto their great-grandparents, though Harry and Ginny would do anything to have them stay all year around.

Having whiffed nostalgia, Harry noticed Ginny slowly coming out the door and making her way to the kitchen. Confused as to why she didn't lift the effect of the spell yet, Harry did his best to get Ginny's attention back.

"Oh, yeah!" Ginny realized, simply flicking her wand to life coolly and then heading to the kitchen, ignoring whatever Harry said.

"They're all asleep and will be for an hour or two. Try to keep your voice down, hon!" she whispered from the kitchen.

Leaning on his cane, he went in her direction, "I'm so sorry, love," he confessed. "Actually, uh, maybe I was a wee bit hard on you," she replied back.

"Yeah, you have a real flair for theatrics, you know," Harry told her.

"Isn't that why you married me, you old fool?" Ginny questioned, squinting her eyes to widen her crow's feet and making a funny face.

Harry leaned closer towards her and cupped her cheeks. "Did you lose height?" he quipped.

Lightly punching his arm, "It's called shrinking, it happens with age," she clapped back before falling into his arms and managing a wide grin, hugging him even closer.

"You know, I'm serious about the whole height thing, my back won't like it when I get down to kiss your lips, it's kinda-"

"Pish-posh, Harry..."

Shushing her husband with her finger, she leaned on her toes to kiss him.

"My feet will make me regret that later in the day," she laughed.

"Still worried about the results and the mail?" Harry asked her, brows raised and face firmly fixated on her.

With a smile and a deep sigh she shook her head to say no, "Fastest witch my age, aren't I?"

"Witch? Yes."

Rolling her eyes and pushing her husband away, she urged him to leave because the kids would soon be waking up before blowing him a kiss as he left.

"There's pie for lunch and you're not getting any, now scoot," Ginny thought of mentioning before he left.

"What? Why?"

"I'm serious Harry! I don't want you gaining any more weight and putting pressure on your heart. It's not good for your heal-"

"Oh, really? I shouldn't eat because you are concerned for my well-being yet you have zero problems making me worry about you suffering falls?"

"Darling, I only meant-"

But before she could even complete her sentence, he had folded his arms, his eyes beaming at hers.

"Fine. Just a tiny portion. That's it. I'm serious. If you snag some off of the kids', I'll Stupefy you," she said jokingly.

"I love you, Ginny Potter!" he said, kissing her wrinkled forehead as she smiled.

(I am working on the next chapter and it should be released in the next couple days! Expect an introduction to the new generation of Potters and more of Old Harry and Ginny!)