1Harry came home from a very stressful day at the Ministry after being asked stupid questions over and over again about his recent defeat of Lord Voldemort. All he really wanted to do was pour himself a large glass of fire whiskey and relax in front of the fireplace. Maybe if he was lucky he could convince his lovely wife of two years, Ginny, to give him a massage after she got their son down for bed.
Harry expected to walk into his home - an elegant two story house that rested just outside of Hogsmeade - and be attacked by his toddler son, Robert Andrew Potter, and his loving wife, but instead the front room was completely empty. His frown deepened and his brow furrowed. At least a loving family to greet him would have lifted his spirits.
Toys were scattered everywhere, books had been thrown off the coffee table - books which he needed for work and which he had told Ginny to pick up when he left that morning - and pillows and couch cushions had somehow ended up down the hallway towards the kitchen.
"Ginny," he called, stepping lightly around the mess towards the stairs. No reply.
"Ginny!" he called again as he mounted the stairs. This time a high squeal of laughter met his ears followed by the scolding tone of his wife.
"Robby," he heard her exclaim as he approached the bathroom door, "water is meant to stay in the bathtub."
Harry pushed open the white door. The sight that greeted his eyes was one that immediately wiped the scowl off his face and replaced it with a smile. Ginny Weasley Potter sat on the white tiled floor, soaked head to toe with water, as enchanted red and gold bubbles popped off her vibrant red hair. His first born son, Robby, sat in the bathtub squealing with laughter at having drenched his mother.
Robby's eyes quickly fell on his dad and he began yelling "Up, Up, Up!" while at the same time trying to retain balance on the slippery, wet porcelain of the tub. Harry rushed forward and scooped up his son, who burst out in a new fit of giggles.
He bent down to give his wife a sloppy kiss before galloping out of the room with Robby in his arms.
Later that night, after Ginny had gotten Robby down to sleep and Harry had washed the dishes and cleaned up the front room, he found himself snuggled on the couch in front of a roaring fire.
"How was your day, honey?" Ginny cooed in his ear.
A small smile drifted over Harry's features. "Horrible," he answered truthfully, watching the flames dance over ever-burning logs.
"Oh," she said, leaning more against him. "Anything I can do to help?"
Harry shook his head. "You already have."
When Ginny looked at him he could see the confusion spreading across her beautiful face. "By simply being here."
As if to prove his point, Harry leaned in to kiss her passionately. "By simply being here," he mumbled again against her lips as they fell back against the couch in each other's arms.