It's been four years since the war and Harry's life was normal. He had married Ginny a year ago and they'd moved to a muggle community because, quite strangely, she had shown intense interest in muggle living.
She had specific wants too. She had wanted a big house with a pool and requested that the house be tiled. She had also insisted they used maple wood for the flooring.
In short, she was ready, more than ready actually, to help him spend the inheritance his parents left for him.
After the war, things had calmed down but Harry had felt lost. For the first time in his life, he was free and as calming as everyone thought it would be for him, it wasn't.
He'd gotten used to living a dangerous life. Literally, life on the edge. Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon had don a brilliant job of prepping him for the vagaries of life and made sure he accepted the fact that his life will never be easy or normal and that was why he'd found it quite easy to accept it when told that the darkest wizard of the century hated him enough to want him Dead.
After all, life wasn't supposed to be PERFECT. And he would never in a million years call his life now .it was just better than he was used to. Things between him and Ginny hadn't necessarily gone downhill considering they'd never been uphill to begin with.
Ginny seemed more into living big than living with Harry if all the parties they hosted was proof enough and the disconcerting thing about those parties is that the guest list barely repeats itself. She seems to meet new people every day. Some from shopping and others from the 'gym' she didn't even seem to notice how uncomfortable they made him.
He understood her. Or at least he tries to but seriously; they'd never be able to fill that blank in their relationship. the blank that happened while he was on- the- run with Ron and Hermione, being chased by Voldemort-supporters and having death eaters attack them at every turn and he'd never really be able to know what it felt like for those who stayed behind during that year. God, Ron and Hermione were so lucky to have each other. But at least, Harry was making an effort. Ginny just seems to have forgotten that there was once a Hogwarts that was waging war against the dark lord and also that should they have kids, they were definitely going to be witches and/or wizards. Their honeymoon had lasted a week because Ginny had had some other stuff she needed to take care of and Harry hadn't complained. What was the use? Besides, he was a virgin when they got married so he had nothing to compare it to and just assumed they the sex was great. Ginny slept afterwards anyways.
So why did he marry Ginny again? Because she was the only one he could think of when it came to marriage. Not that he was essentially in love with Ginny at the time it happened, even though before, he was.
He'd just thought of the Weasleys and thought of how he was already a part of their family
so he'd gone for Ginny and gotten exactly what he wanted. a normal but not too perfect life. That'd have scared him. Totally freaked him out.
Hermione and Ron had married two years after the war and the last time he'd seen her, she'd expressed her joy about being pregnant.
He wondered if Ginny would be that happy, or if Ginny would even realize she was pregnant until she was like eight months in, considering how busy she had been, planning all their parties.
Or if Ginny still loved him at all...
Nothing made sense anymore.
The truly is peace in chaos. He missed his old life...And his old self. He shook his head. He'd have to work with what he had and be happy about it.