Harry laid in the bed that once belonged to his godfather. It was almost a year ago that he has faced Voldemort. He has been staying at Number 12, despite Mrs. Weasley's demands to stay at the Burrow. Harry wanted to. Especially because of Ginny, but he felt compelled to call Number 12 home. With most of the Death Eaters dead or in Azkaban, he had little worries for any unwelcome guests. Harry looked around at Sirius's permanently decorated room. Silence resonated through the empty house. Kreacher had preferred to stay at Hogwarts. Harry knew the raft of shit he would get from Hermione if he denied his request. He didn't really mind that much anyway.
Harry's mind drifted back to that night, as it often did. He wondered how things could have been different. He felt the most remorse for Tonks and Lupin. Obviously for Teddy's sake, but it also meant any living trace of his father was gone. Harry knew it was him that should be caring for Teddy, not Mrs Weasley, even if she was glad to have someone to look after once more. Ginny was just finishing her final year. Ron and Hermione had found a place a few blocks away. Harry thought more of Ginny. Their relationship had not returned after the battle. Despite spending nearly every day with her the past summer, it seemed as though neither let the other get too close. Harry wanted to let her back in, he wanted to so badly. But he just couldn't. It was as though is subconscious did everything possible to prevent it. He knew Ginny needed him, maybe more than he needed her. With the death of Fred and Percy so recent, he knew she needed someone. It was his fault they were dead. No one had to die. Harry was the Chosen-One. He had himself thoroughly convinced he made for a horrible one.
"FILTHY BLOOD-TRAITOR!" Harry heard Mrs. Black screech from downstairs.
"Shut up you hag," Ron's voice could be heard as the curtains where closed. "HARRY!! I know you're in here somewhere."
"Yeah I'm up here. I'm coming down." Harry dragged himself out of the bed and dragged down the stairs. Harry remembered it was spring vacation for Hogwarts so he imagined Hermione was with him. He figured it would be wise to throw on a shirt for her sake. He reached the bottom step and was face to face with a very shiny ring conveniently placed on Hermione's left hand.
"He asked me Harry! Can you believe it?" Hermione squealed with joy.
"Never woulda guessed he got the balls to do it. Congrats you guys." Harry smiled weakly. Engaged? It hasn't even been a year. "Have you told your mum yet?" Harry knew Mrs Weasley would be more accepting of Hermione then she was of Phlegm or Fleur rather.
"Not yet. You're the first to know," Ron smiled. He wasn't sure how he got the balls either, but boy he was glad he did.
"I'm honored." Harry continued to smile, though it was hard. They both looked so happy. Could he blame them though? Maybe he could.
"You know Harry, its spring vacation. Ginny is back home," Ron suggested casually. Normally he would cringe at the thought of his little sister near any guy, but in the few short months she and Harry where together he'd never seen his best friend or his sister so happy. Harry needed to be happy. Harry still looked up at Ron rather quizzically. He didn't think Ron ever completely approved.
"Yeah Harry, I'm sure Mrs. Weasley would love to give you more food then you know what to do with," said Hermione.
Harry pondered for a moment. He could do with some home cooked food. With Kreacher not here he had to come up with food for himself. He never once paid attention to Mrs. Weasley's cooking and was at a total loss. Then there was Ginny. God would he love to see her. "Yeah I guess I could come by."
"That's the spirit mate." Ron smiled. "We are headed there now. Although I don't know if you want to be there for the storm that is my mum when she finds out about us."
Author's note: Well this was my first attempt at writing fan fiction. I hope you enjoyed my progress so far. Please comment, criticize! And as usual, I do not own these characters, just borrowing. =)