Snow fell daintily down from the grey sky, covering Diagon Alley in a thick padding. The freshly fallen flakes crunched thickly beneath her boots as she slowly passed the windows of the shops, each beckoning her inside with cheery lights and kind words, yet she could not stop. She had a place to be and her heart would not let her hesitate one more second.

Finally reaching the center of the alley in front of Gringotts, Ginny Weasley clenched her gloved hands close to her chest as she looked around. Her hair had darkened with age, her skin a luminescent pale from winter, yet her cheeks were brushed with a light pink from the chill. The Alley was full of Christmas shoppers, and no one noticed the young woman standing alone in the current of busy holiday goers. They had presents to get. She had one to recieve.

Ginny, it's almost over. Just... promise me, after the war, meet me at Diagon Alley.

She stood there for many minutes, shifting her weight from foot to foot to keep warm. This was silly. Why had she even come? It had been a whole year since the end of the war. She should be back at the castle, preparing her lessons, not here waiting on false hopes.

The very thought of leaving made her heart clench. She had waited for so long, she couldn't leave because she was cold. She had been waiting for the past decade, she could give just that little bit more.

But as time passed on and the one she had been so hoping to see did not appear she felt her hope fading. Had he forgotten? Was she going to be caught a fool once more? Tears pricked her eyes but she blinked them furiously away. She was being a naiive 9 year old again. Maybe she should just go back to Hogwarts and forget the whole thing...

She turned back towards the way she had come and froze. Dark green eyes held her pinned to the spot from a few feet away. The man was like a rock in the middle of the river of shoppers, dark and un-moving as no one took notice of him and he took not notice of them. The entrancing eyes, the ones that had held her captive since the moment she saw them so many years ago, crinkled at the corners, his lips quirking up into a kind smile.

The world stopped. Her breathing, her pulse, everything seemed to pause for just one moment. He was here. Like he had promised.

A shaky step forward broke the picture, her gloved hand rising to her mouth in shock. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was trying to leap out of her chest, into the man's hands where it belonged.

"Harry..."

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Well. Here's another clippie to keep you guys around for a little longer. I've never written so much fluff in one go before. And never has it been good. I suppose it's the Ministry of Magic (the wrock band)'s fault for making the song 'Meet Me on Diagon Alley' which inspired this oneshot.

And since I wanted this one to look nice, here's the disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.