To all readers: This is my first attempt at any sort of creative writing. I know the chapters are a bit short, but I don't think this detracts from the story.
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The Furrow at the Burrow:
Chapter 1:
It was a stiff, hazy summer day. As Harry sat beneath the small willow tree on the hill, the breeze swirling lazily by, he pondered over the events that had occurred over the last few days. The Deathly Hallows, his parents and Sirius appearing as spirits in the Forbidden Forest, his brief conversation with Dumbledore in the beyond, the final battle. As the events replayed he tried desperately to push them from his mind, laying back and breathing deeply the strong scent of the wildflowers and the willow surrounding him.
Hearing the sound of raucous laughter drifting from the Burrow made him smile as he thought of one of Ron's latest jokes he had found particularly amusing. Ron had picked up quite a few at his latest job; a position co-managing Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes with George. Both had been quite solemn over the death of Fred, however, both managed to find some solace in the joyful, exuberant atmosphere of the shop. Ron had also found solace in his new love life which he was quite excited to be sharing with Hermione, the two both having confessed their feelings during the battle at Hogwarts. They had rented a small apartment over the shop and were currently staying together. However, being now skilled with Apparition, all the Weasley's and Harry met at the Burrow most every day to celebrate the now peaceful wizarding world.
Harry himself was pleased with the state of his love life, with Ginny. They had spent long hours since the dawn of the battle, talking idly about what the future might hold, and to be fair, sharing a fair amount of snogging. At this thought Harry laid down and closed his eyes, but was jolted by something next to him. He sprang to his feet and whirled around, wand drawn and at the ready to meet the threat, yet his eyes only met Ginny. Stuffing his wand back into his pocket, he heaved a sigh and plopped down. "Merlin's beard Ginny", he exclaimed, "You scared the shit out of me, you know that?" Ginny didn't seem in the least bit perturbed by his excitement but instead sat down next to him and looked him in the eyes with a most serious expression. "Look Harry", she began, "I know things have still been hard for you lately." She glanced off for a moment and then returned his gaze. "That's all behind us now though. We have to move on. She took his hands as he said this and laid her head on his chest, gazing up at him. "What if I can't?" Harry replied. "Well, Ginny responded, "I might be able to help with that." With this she leaned in and pulled him into a long slow kiss. And, be bothered though he might, Harry had to admit any time he spent with Ginny was enough to make him forget about the world for a while.