Chapter 1 The perfect moment

A warm evening breeze blew through the open window as I lay on the soft silk sheets. The smell of roses and the sea wafted with it. I reached out and took the hand that was lying next to me. The body it belonged to rolled over.

"What are you thinking about," Harry breathed.

My answer did not come straight away, I had sunk too deep into his bright green eyes and it took a moment to remember where I was. Then it came to me. I was in the honeymoon suite of The Sandy Rock hotel in Spain lying next to my new husband.

"How I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world" I replied eventually. He smiled his wonderful smile that always managed to melt my insides. Noticing this moment of weakness Harry leaned over and brushed his cool lips over mine. Without hesitating I kissed him back.

After a few minutes we broke apart and took to gazing at each other instead. I walked over every detail of his perfect face with my eyes. From his small ears to his proportioned nose no fault could be found.

"Harry" I said.

"Yes Cho" he answered. The way he spoke my name sent a quiver up my spine.

"I love you!" I whispered. These words had been uttered so often in the past week and yet I knew they were true. He smiled again and spoke the response everyone wants to hear.

"I love you too!"

Night had fallen by the time I had plucked up the courage to look away from the angel that lay before me. I slid off the bed and stepped carefully around all the clothes that had been dropped there about two hours before, and slipped on a satin gown that hung on a peg beside the en suite bathroom. I heard movement behind me, and then felt fingers running through my sleek black hair. I pulled away teasingly, walked out onto the balcony and beckoned Harry to follow. When he came close I rested my head on his shoulder. It didn't feel as bony as it had just after the battle at Hogwarts. But that was when he still blamed himself for all the tragic deaths that had happened.

Thinking about this time was very painful. I remember him locking himself away and refusing to talk to anyone including his closest friends Ron and Hermione. Ginny was the one to finally make Harry see sense, unfortunately. I wish it had been me. I loved him too. Sadly I was forced to stay at home mourning an uncle I had never met. The worry I had felt was unbearable, just thinking about it now was bad enough.

This emotion must have shown on my face because I was swept up into a loving embrace. We broke apart and stared out onto the horizon. Soft waves lapped at the sand covered beaches as the last image of the setting sun sunk below the scarlet sea.

The rest of the honeymoon passed in a flash and it was soon time to pack our trunks and lug them to the side of a busy road to wait for our ride home. It was mid day when the knight bus made its usual entrance of a load bang. Harry and the new conductor, Kevin, heaved our luggage onto the dark purple bus while I took a last look at the breathtaking sea landscape behind me.

"Didn't you say Ron and Hermione were giving the house a little makeover ready for our return home?" I asked as we took seats half way up the packed bus.

"Oh yeah...I had totally forgotten," said Harry then he frowned. "If Ron lets his son run wild in there I won't be happy."

"I'm sure he won't, especially if Hermione is there, he always listens to her. Anyway I wouldn't care if the house was wrecked because it's ours and that's the main thing."

At this he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. Two seconds later a man three seats away tumbled off his chair as the bus gave a lurch and changed location.

The scenery whipped past so fast as the journey progressed that there was no time to look. After an hour of bangs, lurches and falling off my chair I decided this will never be my favourite way to travel. Harry tried to make conversation but half the time he couldn't even be heard and gave up fairly quickly so instead took to kissing me compassionately on the lips. I would of appreciated this except I felt like I was about to throw up at any moment. To my relief Kevin sidled over as the bus stopped to let off an elderly couple and said that our stop was next.

"Are we near London then?" Harry shouted as the bus's engine roared into life again.

"No" replied Kevin looking totally at ease as the bus rattled on. "We're just about to leave Cardiff, I'd advise you to hang on"

I grabbed my husband tightly and hung on waiting for the usual signal which came shortly after. A bang and familiar blurs where whipping past the windows.

Speaking the recited lines with little interest Kevin said "I hope you had a lovely ride on the knight bus and I hope to see you again soon."

The bus stopped abruptly outside a pub called the leaky cauldron. Harry, I and a few others got off at this stop pursued my huffs and sighs from other passengers as they picked themselves up from the floor.

Most people trudged off in different directions down the muggle filled street but the odd one made their way into the noisy pub. I went on inside, while harry picked up our luggage, to ask if we could use their fireplace to travel the remainder of our journey. Unfortunately the pub was under new management so I had to do a little flirting to influence their decision. Harry wasn't pleased when I hurriedly whispered to him that he was my long lost brother that I had just bought home from Brazil instead of my new husband.

"Stupid gits look at the way they are staring at you, looking you up and down, it's horrible" He muttered under his breath.

With a bit more staring from the barmen and continued muttering from Harry we finally got some floo powder and left as quickly as possible.

Enchanted candles floated above my head as I stepped out the fireplace in the spotlessly clean living room. New photo frames lined the mantel piece each one depicted of one element of our wedding day. As I gazed at a past me dancing our first dance as a married couple all the feelings of that day came flooding back. Tears pricked in my eyes as I stood there staring, thinking, until a man with jet black hair that never lies flat broke my gaze. He smiled and placed one of his hands on my waist and took one of my hands in the other. We began to revolve on the spot to a nonexistent beat. This was the perfect moment that I had dreamed about for years. I felt so free, the happiest I had ever been.

Harry kissed my lips as I breathed in his divine scent. It had soon filled my lungs and I was lost in the moment. His lips brushed over my cheek bone and down my neck.

Suddenly we broke apart as the sound of a plate smashing met our ears from the kitchen. We both drew our wands. Harry stepped forwards and mimed for me to stay there. He pushed open the door connected to the hallway and was gone. In seconds thoughts were running wild through my head. Something bad has happened; shall I go after him? Is he alright? Is he hurt? All these questions were answered with one cry.

"GINNY?"