Authors note: This is a test chapter to see if I'll carry on with the story so let me know if you enjoy what you read. Also, if I do carry on there'll be a lot more dialogue than there is in this.
If anyone would be kind enough to go through the trouble of sending me the dates of birth of Teddy, Victoire, James, Lilly, Albus, Rose ect.. I will be forever grateful, thank you!
Hoping you enjoy!
It had been two months since the battle of Hogwarts. Rejoicing, grieving and many other emotions swept the wizarding world in these months.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had moved into Grimmauld Place, they busied themselves with the task of refurbishing the ancient house.
New paint covered the walls, it took some time to remove the black family tree from the Drawing Room wall as enchantments had been placed to protect it from such efforts.
Harry refused to give up, wanting it gone as it only served as a reminder of the Death Eaters that had harrowed their lives up until recently.
It was quite bizarre to think these names were all a thing of their past now as they had seemed to dwell on them for so long, especially the year the Golden Trio were on the run.
Kreacher was busying himself with helping them redecorate, being much more compliant now than when they made their futile attempts in Fifth year.
He merrily scuttled around the house throwing things away that were a reminder of his previous owners dark past. Harry allowed him to keep whatever he wanted from their rooting.
Harry had also given Kreacher his own bedroom, Hermione had made the suggestion when they decided to move into the ancient house of Black.
"Harry I know this may be none of my business but I really cannot look at Kreacher living in such a small cupboard when there's so many free bedrooms in the house," Ron had looked at Harry, shrugging slightly, Harry didn't mind giving Kreacher a bedroom but himself and Ron both knew there was also no point in arguing with Hermione on the subject.
Of course it was rare a day went by when number 12 Grimmauld Place didn't have at least a few visitors.
Rons brothers were all frequent visitors, especially George.
The mourning of Fred Weasley was something they didn't think they'd ever fully get over. Ron often wondered if the day would come when he was used to seeing George without his twin - his mischievous grin sparkling on its own rather than being mirrored as it had been for so many years.
Andromeda Tonks and her Grandson Teddy Lupin took turns with Harry on visits, he was determined to be a part of his Godsons life so if he wasn't calling to Andromeda's house, Harry was sipping tea in theirs.
Ginny was almost a permanent resident in the house. More often than not sleeping over for days at a time.
Ron was fully accepting of Harry and Ginny's relationship at this point, although Hermione had noticed the slight shade of red that adorned his ears when the couple would announce they were heading to bed for the night.
And with Ginny came Arthur and Molly Weasley, both smiling from ear to ear when they saw their youngest son and usually adorning large baskets of freshly baked bread, on the occasion Molly would bring a helping of Rons favourite dinner.
Harry smirked to himself each time Molly would survey her sons gangly build closely as they greeted each other, as much as the elder witch loved Hermione she wasn't unaware of Hermiones inability to cook the feasts that were to her standard.
It seemed Hermione hadn't missed these close studies either as she had asked Fleur to teach her some recipes, Ginny not being a standard chef either.
After that, former members of the Order and Dumbledore's Army were all regular visitors, Neville and Luna were there almost as much as the Weasleys.
The house was busy and buzzing every day except Wednesdays when Harry, Ron and Hermione would floo to The Burrow for their Sunday dinner with the rest of the Weasleys, Bill and Fleur even made it a point to be present after Fred's death.
Harry always took a moment to appreciate the buzz and atmosphere coming from the people that he now called his family.
He knew as busy and hectic as their lives were between The Burrow and Grimmauld Place, none of them would ever have it any other way.