Harry Potter made regular visits to his family's original dwelling place in Godric's Hollow. A couple times, he even ventured inside. He always felt his heart leap when he saw the messages of hope scrawled across the sign out front. He loved that after all this time, this house, this monument, had not been ransacked by wandering wizards. Even though the backfiring killing curse had left permanent damage upon the quaint house, not all of the things in the house were destroyed. Harry actually found his mother's wand, safe within a box, in the remains of what must have been a nightstand of sorts. He also found a couple of unharmed picture albums, a suitcase of muggle clothing, and even a metal box of Chocolate Frog cards.

Harry was sitting in his office, in the Auror Department. He was shuffling through the photos he found at his parent's house on his lunch break. He reached one photo in particular and stopped. He saw his father on one knee: his mother flashing the ring on her finger. It was where they got engaged. Where were they standing? Harry squinted his eyes and pushed his glasses up. It was in front of The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmade. He smiled.

Ginny was wearing some of her nicer robes. She had the top section of her hair in an elaborate braid, small flowers entwined into it. The rest of her hair flowed down her back. She turned slightly away from the mirror to peek at the loose curls she had produced by magic. She smiled in the mirror. Ginny was extremely excited to be going out with Harry tonight. It was the anniversary of when they first met. That day when the famous Harry Potter walked past her room at the Burrow.

Harry was waiting for Ginny right outside. He took her hands, pulled her close, and kissed her full on the mouth. They both smiled.

"Now close your eyes," Harry whispered, smirking as she did. Ginny felt the familiar pressure of Side-Along Apparation. Where was Harry heading? The pressure let up. She opened her eyes to the familiar sight of the Three Broomsticks. He led her inside, pulling her chair out for her. Harry fetched two butterbeers from a greying, but still cheerful Madame Rosmertta. Harry sat down across from Ginny. He took her hand. They laughed and smiled the entire time. After they ate, Harry pulled her outside the bar.

"Hey, Ginny," Harry began.

"Yes?"

"I need to know something. I figured you could help me out."

"How so?" Ginny wondered where he was going with this."

"Well I found a photo of my parents the night they got engaged. It was here." Ginny felt herself smiling.

"And?"

"Well I was thinking that it would be a brilliant idea if we did the same." He paused "So… Ginny Weasley… Love of my life… Will you marry me?"

Ginny gave a lilting laugh.

"Harry James Potter. What do you think? You have always been my hero. Since day one."

"So?"

"Yes! Of course!" She threw herself into his arms and stayed there as long as possible. She went home that night, knowing that there could be no one happier than her. It was so hard to believe that she still felt as much in love with him as the first day she laid eyes on him. Ten years earlier, her fantasy was born; now it was brought to life. The Chosen One had chosen her. Her Harry Potter.