Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to JKR. (sigh)

A/N: Right, so this is what I think (or rather what I want to) happens after the war. Thanks to my Beta VanHelsings angel. This will probably be a multi-chapter story depending on how much people like it. So read and review.

Of Peace and the Future

The end of the war had come. On a grassy hill behind Godric's Hollow, the prophecy had been fulfilled. The question everyone wanted to know was which one of them had died and which one had survived?

'The Boy Who Lived' or the Dark Lord Voldemort?

Voldemort's closest Death Eaters had been fighting a few members of the Order of the Phoenix in Godric's Hollow Town Square in plain sight of the scared Muggles who lived there.

The battle had raged late into the night, and there had been many casualties on both sides. The fallen lay on the ground, bloody and beaten, or with lifeless eyes. Among those on the Orders' side were Mundungus Fletcher and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

A few death eaters also lay lifeless on the ground. Among them were Greyback and the old Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts Professor Severus Snape.

Nearly all the order members had been defeated when a bright green light lit up the night sky and blinded them.

After a few minutes of blind desperate calls and pleas the light had dissipated, leaving only a cloudless navy blue sky glistening with stars.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath as they tried to make out the one lone figure standing atop the grassy hill.

A few more moments passed. Everyone there had begun to fear the worse for the side on which they resided. The lone figure collapsed and lay motionless on top of the hill, with no other body present.

As one voice, it seemed, all the death eaters screamed out in agony and clutched their forearms. The uninjured Order members watch as they quickly disapparated away.

The Order members left helped the injured and called for help from the Ministry of Magic.

Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Remus Lupin quickly ran to the top of the hill to see what had happened to their friend and savior.

Less than five minutes later they were standing on top of the hill. The gentle breeze whispered through the grass and fireflies danced slowly around their feet.

They saw a crumpled mass almost consumed by the long grass. They slowly approached wondering if they'd find the distorted form of Voldemort or their savior Harry Potter.

They moved around to the other side of the figure, and saw a mass of messy jet black hair, followed by a thin, pale face framed by glasses.

Hermione cried with relief and clutched Ron's robes, hiding her face in his chest. Ron held on to Hermione tightly as a slow, silent tear of joy slid down his freckly cheeks.

Remus gently approached Harry and turned him over. He looked extremely weak and drained of energy. Remus soaked in his youthful face, seeing now more than ever his old best friend James.

Remus pushed the boy's bangs away from his eyes and gasped at what he saw. There was no lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. No scar that had always singled him out as 'The Boy Who Lived'.

It was gone, like Voldemort.

It was all anyone talked about. Harry Potter had defeated the greatest of all Dark Lords: Voldemort.

Everyone rejoiced for they had been saved by a seventeen year old boy. Nobody cared that he was in St. Mungos' in a coma. Nobody cared that in his fight to kill the Dark Lord he had lost all of his family. All they cared about was their world, which was now safe. Thanks to Harry Potter.

One family did care however. One family who had cared for Harry like a son, a brother, a friend and a lover. A family full of red heads.

The Weasleys.

One such Weasley was sitting in the bay window in her dormitory, waiting silently for news from her family about whether or not Harry Potter was going to live.

Confused tears flowed down her rosy cheeks, falling onto the book she was trying to read. She looked out of her window at the Forbidden Forest. In the distance she could see people celebrating. Out in the Hogwarts grounds and in Hogsmead.

She pulled a picture out of the back of her book that she used as a book mark. It was a picture of Harry, Ron and Hermione in their first year. They looked so young and carefree. Her gaze lingered on the skinny, odd looking Harry with messy jet black hair and a thin lightning-bolt shaped scar.

Her tears fell gently onto the shinny surface, and all three members in the photo tried to get out of the way. She laughed. Even when Harry wasn't with her, he still found a way to make her laugh.

She heard a loud bang down in the common room signaling the beginnings of a party. She wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve. Maybe a party was just what she needed to take her mind off Harry. Maybe it was just what she needed to help her enjoy the peace that had just been created by him.

Just as she placed her book on her bedside table and walked to the door, there was a tapping at her window. There, sitting on her window ledge, was a white Snowy Owl. Hedwig! Harry's owl.

She pelted to the window and pulled it sharply open. She ripped the letter off Hedwig's leg and moved to sit on her bed. Holding the letter in her shaking hands, a new batch of fresh tears fought to be unleashed. She held them back valiantly; she was a Weasley and she was strong.

She tore the letter open and sighed. It was Ron handwriting.

Ginny

We're at St Mungos now. Harry is fine. His body just needed rest to start up again. He hasn't woken up yet; the Healers have given him a sleeping draught. He should be awake in just over 6 hours. Dad's organizing for you to come here so you'll be here when you wake up. He's fine Gin, he really is.

See you soon; we all miss you so much!

Love Ron.

P.S. I hope you're dealing okay with all of this.

She let out a strangled cry and choked back more tears. She would have bet her broom stick that Hermione made him write that.

She wiped away the fresh tears that stained her face, and went to shower. If she was going to see Harry Potter for the first time in 10 months, she was going to look good.

Remus, Hermione, and the entire Weasley family minus Ginny and Percy were all situated around Harry's bed. Some watched his steady breathing, others watched his face for any sign of life, but each was wrapped up in their own thoughts and memories of the boy in the bed, who they all treated as part of the family.

Mrs. Weasley was holding Harry's right hand, with tears sliding down her plump face. Mr. Weasley stood behind her with one hand on her shoulder. Next to them were Fred and George, both staring at their hands, for once in their lives silent and still. Behind them, standing in front of the window were Bill and Charlie. Bill was staring at Harry's face, waiting for him to make even the slightest move. Charlie was staring at their parents, both of whom were looking very solemn. On the other side of the bed was Ron, who was slumped in his chair staring intently at the ceiling. Remus was standing by the door, on edge for any sign or noise. Lastly there was Hermione, who was pacing the length of the room waiting for Ginny to arrive.

Suddenly there was a bustle outside the door and the attention of the entire room was captivated. In came a tiny old nurse who said she just needed to check Harry's progress. She soon left and the inhabitants of the room continued their former activities in silence.

There was five more minutes of the silence before quiet talking behind the door alerted them of another person's presence. The door slowly opened, and a small red headed woman appeared.

"Ginny!" Hermione breathed. She then rushed to embrace her.

After a few minutes Ginny had gone around the entire room and hugged everyone. She sat on the chair on the right of Harry's bed and held his hand. She gently touched his face and he moved slightly, a quiet moan escaped his lips, barely loud enough for them to hear. She moved her fingers softly over skin where his scar used to be. She then sat down with a sigh and joined with every one else in the horrible waiting game.

"He should be awake in about two hours," Mrs. Weasley said in a voice so quiet and unlike her, it startled every one in the room more than any yell could have.

Ginny nodded in response and continued to stare longingly into Harry's blank face.

Hermione finally stopped pacing, and looked around the room. She then went and sat next to Ron and held his hand. Mrs. Weasley smiled. They were made for each other, and she couldn't wait for them to be together, marry, and have kids. Her thoughts then wandered to her youngest and only daughter, Ginny.

She and Harry were made for each other too; a blind man could see that. She remembered that the only reason they had broken up was because Harry hadn't wanted her hurt. He never did say that he didn't love her. Maybe there was still hope, she thought, a smile playing at her lips.

As she looked between her daughter and Harry, she realized that at any moment Harry could wake up. She looked quickly around the room. If she could somehow get everyone but Ginny to leave, there could be a chance that they could get back together this very day. Her face lit up in a massive grin at the thought of this, and she quickly thought up a plan to get everyone to leave.

"Everyone must be very tired. We should all get something to eat and drink! Come on everyone, let's go. No, not you Ginny dear, you just got here. You'll be alright," She said brightly, pushing everyone out of their chairs and cutting off any refusals with a stern look.

"We won't be a moment dear," She said, smiling at Ginny.

She closed the door and pushed everyone down to the dinning room three floors below, the smile never leaving her face.

Now it was just Harry and Ginny, all alone, together at last.

Ginny sat there, all of a sudden cold and wanting nothing more than Harry's warming arms around her to comfort her.

She looked down, still holding Harry's hand, still waiting.

She was sitting like that for a few minutes before she felt two eyes on her. Two sparkling green eyes.

She looked up into his face as more tears escaped her eyes and spilled down her face.

He was looking back at her for the first time in 10 months. She couldn't speak. She was so shocked, happy, confused, sad and completely content to look into his eyes for all eternity.

"Why are you crying?" His words came out in uneven croaks, barely loud enough for anyone but a mouse to hear.

She let out a wet cry of happiness before jumping on Harry and giving him the biggest and tightest hug, never wanting to let go, but knowing that she had to.

She cried softly into his shoulder, loving his gentle hands stroking her hair.

"It's okay Ginny, everything's going to be okay," He said softly, more to himself than to her.

God she looked amazing. In the 10 painful months he had spent away from her, she had grown in more ways than one.

She pulled back and stared into his eyes. She was now kneeling on the side of his bed softly held in his strong, protective arms.

Her vibrant red hair was down, flowing past her shoulders to the middle of her back, her skin lightly littered with freckles and her beautiful brown eyes swimming with tears. He never wanted to forget anything about her.

"Here," He said, pulling back the blankets on his bed to allow her to lie beside him.

She moved under the blankets and she turned to face him as he did the same.

"It's over…" She repeated softly, stroking his face lovingly.

They stayed like that, holding each other before she fell asleep resting her head against his chest. He left her there, just looking at her beautiful features, realizing that his wildest dreams had come true.

Voldemort was dead, Ginny was in his arms, and his life was back on track.

Thanks for reading! I'd love it if you'd review me.
I was planning on making this multi chapter. Tell me if you think that's cool or whether I should just leave it as a Oneshot.
Remember my Beta VanHelsing angel. (VHA: I resent the fact that she killed Snape. (X( 4evah)
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