"This is my first attempt at writing a FanFic. Please read and review. Thanks!
Please note that I do not OWN Harry Potter or any of these characters. They belong to J.K.Rowlings"
The storm clouds rolled over the Burrow as the famous Harry Potter sat outside on the Weasley's front porch watching the storm clouds release flashes of lightning and the loud rumbling of thunder. The rain was coming down in sheets over the peaceful world that was the Burrow. Harry couldn't sleep yet again. Insomnia seemed to be a common occurrence for him nowadays. He still couldn't believe that he was living with the Weasley's now. He no longer had to go to that horrible house with the Dursleys. He was finally home.
Harry couldn't help but let his mind wander back on all his years at Hogwarts. He had beaten Voldemort in one form after another every year he attended the great wizarding school. He would now be in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. He couldn't wait for school term to begin even though it had just ended. "At least now I'll be able to have some peace during school." Harry thought to himself. Thinking back to his previous year at Hogwarts Harry frowned. He could still picture Voldemort in his last form; the reptilian face still haunted his dreams now and then. But Voldemort was dead. There was no way he was coming back. Harry and the Order of the Phoenix had seen to that.
When Voldemort thought he was laying a trap for Harry, he quickly found out that the OotP has set a trap for him. Harry had blasted him with all his power and reduced him to a pile of dust. The Death Eaters all ran and scattered, they were beaten now and everyone knew who they were. There would be no more sneaking back into society for those men. "Especially Malfoy." Harry Laughed. All that was left of He-who-shall-not-be-named was some ashes in a special magical Urn guarded by spells from none other than Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore assured everyone that there was no way for Voldemort to come back now. The Urn was worse than Azkaban, the soul of whoever's ashes where inside would forever be burning in the fiery pits of hell. Of course this only worked in the person was truly evil and luckily for everyone Voldemort was nothing but evil.
But that was all in the past now. Harry was finally happy. He was living with the Weasley's who had always been like family to him. After Sirius died, Harry had believed that he would be stuck with the Dursley's forever. But Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wouldn't allow for that. They asked Harry to move in with their family and Harry had agreed. (Actually it was more like he and Ron had jumped up and down excitedly for what seemed like forever before Harry said yes!) Harry had paid for the Burrow to be remodeled so he could have his own room and also added a couple extra rooms for guests. Life was good.
A soft noise coming from behind him made him turn. Ginny walked out onto the porch. "Mind if I sit with you Harry? I couldn't sleep with this storm." She shivered. Ginny hated storms. Harry looked over at Ginny. She sure did become a gorgeous woman over the years. He could see her curvy form under her long white nightgown. Her long red hair was spread over her shoulders. She looked utterly breathtaking. Harry scolded himself silently, "She's Ron's little sister I can't be having thoughts like this." "Sure Ginny have a seat."
Ginny sat down on the swing next to Harry when a sudden clap of thunder made her jump into his arms. Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her trembling body. "You're safe Gin; I won't let anything happen to you." Ginny snuggled closer to Harry and laid her head on his lap. Harry stroked her hair while she lay there sleeping and promptly fell asleep himself.