Since this is the beginning of a new story I figure I should introduce myself briefly. This is my first FanFiction, but Harry Potter has always been a huge passion for me. I still have the books that I first began reading Harry Potter with when I was in second grade. :o That was a long time ago. Well for those who don't know me which is most of you, I'm Alex. I am a girl and I'm a sophmore in high school. Yes I know, I'm quite young and I still have a lot to learn, but I don't think I'm a bad writer. Of course that is just an opinion. Enough about me, ask if you'd like to know more. :)

I don't add any new characters to the story. Basically I'm just continuing it after the seventh book ends, but before the 19 years later. I haven't decided if this story will conicide with that yet or not. I'm not quite sure where it's going either, but I never do seem to know. Please review! It makes me feel all happy inside. :p

"I don't know if we should be together right now," Harry murmured.

Ginny found Harry in Ron's room alone. Slowly she crept towards him and hugged him, then lifted her head up stretching up on her toes trying to reach his lips. Harry gently pushed her away. Everyone was still grieving over the losses of so many friends and family from the Battle of Hogwarts. Though there was reason for celebration it seemed to be overlooked.

"Harry, there's so much sadness in my life right now. I just need something that will keep me going. This is killing me right now; all this moping. I do miss Fred, and Lupin, and Tonks, but we have to move on. Everyone does."

"Ginny," Harry said. "Knowing that you're safe; is that not enough? Voldemort's gone."

"And so is Fred, yet all I can think about is you," she whispered.

"Ginny," Harry said. He was at a loss for words. He loved her, really he did, but was it really the appropriate time for a budding relationship? "I don't know if I can right now. Not so soon."

"Are you sure that's the reason Harry James Potter? Is that really why you're pushing me away or is it because you don't love me anymore?" She said, her blood beginning to boil as her face grew hot and her voice grew higher.

"Ginny you know I love you," Harry pleaded. "I just need some time." He looked into her eyes and then his gaze dropped and sadness set in his face. "I've lost so many people I love," he whispered.

Ginny immediately felt bad for not being understanding and giving Harry time. She hadn't thought about it from his point of view. She never would really know what he'd gone through.

"Harry I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to get mad, but I just thought that maybe-maybe you didn't want to be with me anymore." Harry looked up from where he had held his head in his hands.

"Ginny don't ever think that for a minute! I'll always love you." Ginny approached Harry again and wrapped her arms around him. This time he didn't push her away. They embraced for a moment before being called by Mrs. Weasley.

"Anyone who is not down here in thirty seconds isn't going to get anything to eat!" She yelled from the bottom of the stairs. They immediately broke apart and scrambled for the door. A stern looking Mrs. Weasley was waiting at the bottom, tapping her toe.

"Sorry Mrs. Weasley I lost track of time," Harry said blushing. He hated angering Mrs. Weasley who had done so much for him over the years.

"We'll be eating outside today dears," she said smiling sympathetically recognizing the sadness in Harry's eyes. "There just isn't enough room," she murmured looking back at the kitchen trying to figure out a way to fit more people around the table.

Outside picnic tables had been pushed together and covered with table cloths to accommodate the large family. Harry sat by Ron and Ginny sat down beside Harry. Ron had his arm around Hermione who was looking rather dejected. Dinner was much quieter than usual. Everyone was still surprised by the battle.

"Did you hear anything new dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked her husband.

"There will be a service for all that died in the battle on Saturday."

"Should we have the-the funeral before or after?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"I expect before. Maybe on Thursday?" He asked. Mrs. Weasley had tears running down her cheeks. "I st-still can't believe that my li-little boy is go-gone." Tears streamed down her face and she got up from the table and went inside. It remained silent. Despite their earlier discussion Ginny had grasped Harry's hand when her mother had broken down. He had squeezed it for a moment. Harry could see the fear in her eyes. Mrs. Weasley was strong, but death had taken a toll on everyone.

"Well, I'd better go check on her. You lot finish up," Mr. Weasley said leaving the table.

"Do you want to take a walk?" Ginny asked as they were drying the last of the dishes from dinner.

"Sure," Harry replied glad to get away from the sorrow filled house.

"You know I don't really think Fred would like it very much that everyone is so sad right now. I think he'd prefer us celebrating his life."

"Yeah me too, but I doubt that your mum would go for it."

"Probably not, especially since the funeral will be combined with Tonks and Lupin's," Ginny said. There was a comfortable silence as they approached the top of the hill just as the sun was setting.

"It's beautiful," Ginny said. She turned to the base of the tree and lifted her foot up to a groove boosting herself up and then pulling her body onto the thick branch. "Come on Harry the view's better up here," She called to him. He smiled and then a little more clumsily than Ginny, pulled himself up beside her.

"You're right," He said softly looking out at the sky. Sometimes words fail you. The sky was lit with beams of pink that looks like the rays of sunshine. The pink rays stretched over the expanse of the sky, each minute getting shorter and shorter until darkness had fallen over them and then disappeared. Harry turned to Ginny, only being able to make out the outline of her face. His hand reached up to touch her cheek.

"You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me," he said.

"Really? The best?" She asked a note of incredibility and doubtfulness in her voice.

"Really really," he said softly. He leaned in towards her.

"Crap! My mom is going to be wondering where we are. She leapt from the branches and with a thump landed on the ground. Harry sighed and followed her. He had missed his opportunity.

They walked at a fast pace back to the burrow. Harry was slightly worried that Mrs. Weasley would be mad.

"Ginny?" Harry said breaking the silence.

"Mmm?"

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"What about it?"

"About u-"

"Now you two have better have a good reason for coming back so late!" Mrs. Weasley said as the two stepped through the doorway.

"Of course mum," Ginny said. Harry wasn't really sure if she was telling the truth or coming up with it as it came to her. He hoped it was good, but still he felt as if he was disappointing Mrs. Weasley again, and she was already going through so much right now.

Harry began laughing as Ginny came up with a crazy explanation as to why they were out so late. Even Mrs. Weasley couldn't hold back a giggle. He hadn't heard laughter for a long time and he had forgotten how good it sounded. She hugged her daughter and then pulled Harry into the embrace as well. She really was his mother and for that he was grateful. He knew what it was like to have a family; the Weasley's were his.

Mrs. Weasley turned to the two of them with a curious expression on her face.

"So what were you two really up to then?" She asked. Ginny blushed as she heard the bigger question hidden behind this small one. She side glanced at Harry and by the look on his face knew he didn't understand the real question she was asking. Ginny was curious as to what his answer would be if had known the real intention behind the question. She wasn't sure if Harry knew the answer yet. All she knew is what she so desperately wanted his answer to be.

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