Hey, people. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Hope you like it!
The war against Voldemort was over. There were no more Horcruxes left for Harry Potter to destroy. No more weird deaths. No more hiding from Death Eaters.
Harry paced in the living room of his small but brightly lit house in Godric's Hollow. He had bought it with most of the money he had from the vault in Gringotts, and thought that his new house should be in Godric's Hollow, now that there was no more snake-Bathilda-Bagshots or Voldemorts to attack him. Godric's Hollow meant so much to him, with its connection to Dumbledore, and, especially, his parents.
Tonight he was especially happy. It was Friday, and Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were coming over. They were all going out to a Muggle hamburger restaurant to eat, and then would see a movie in a Muggle theater. It gave Harry something to look forward to all week, when he was doing Auror training in the Ministry of Magic. Harry winced as he thought about Tonks, who was an Auror, and who had died fighting in the battle. Now that he was thinking about Tonks, he thought of Lupin, and their infant son, Teddy, who was his godson. He felt a pang of sadness for the baby, for he would grow up like Harry did, an orphan, except for living with horrible relatives who intended to squash the magic out of you.
DING.
The doorbell jolted Harry out of his thoughts. Shaking his head as if to clear what he had been thinking, Harry hurried towards his front door. He peered through the window. There stood Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, all holding or wearing jackets, as it would be a chilly night, even though it was summer.
He hurriedly opened his front door. But before he had time to say hello, he was tackled by a hug from Hermione. He let her hug him, then when she let go, he said, grinning, "So you're back from Australia? How're your parents?"
"They're doing fine. I've modified their memories and explained everything to them. They're going to come back in a few weeks," said Hermione, beaming at Harry.
Harry grinned at Ron, who grinned back and said, "Hi, mate. Good to see you."
At last he turned to Ginny, who was smiling widely. He'd forgotten how long her hair was. Or maybe she had made it longer with a spell. "Hi, Harry," she said brightly.
"Hi, Ginny," he said. "Did you make your hair–"
"–longer?" Ginny sighed. "Everybody asked me that question. Yes, I did."
"So, are you ready?" asked Ron, shifting his jacket from his left arm to his right arm.
"Yeah, sure," Harry said. In the excitement of seeing his friends again, he had forgotten about their plans for dinner and entertainment. "Wait a minute. No, actually, why don't you come in?"
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stepped over the threshold, looking all around at Harry's new house.
"Blimey, Harry! You've got so much space now!" exclaimed Ron, looking around with an amazed expression. "I'd be lucky to own a house with half this space," he added in a glum afterthought.
"Oh, come on, Ron. It's not all that big, if you'll just look properly," said Harry, who didn't want his best friend to be jealous of his house. "If you want part of this space, come and live with me! I've got two rooms, so you could have one of them."
"Oh, no, I didn't mean that," Ron said quickly, his ears reddening.
Hermione was striding over to the fireplace of Harry's living room, where a fire blazed. She examined the pictures on top of his mantel, which consisted of the torn photograph of Harry, one year old and on a toy broomstick, Harry, Ron, and Hermione smiling and waving, the Dumbledore's Army, the original Order of the Phoenix, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna, with Luna smiling and waving dreamily. Hermione smiled at the torn picture, then moved on to the bookcase next to it. She pulled out a bunch of new books Harry acquired after the war and started examining them.
Harry went to his sofa to grab his jacket and wallet, while Ginny and Ron went over to join Hermione and to look at the pictures.
"Oh, look, there's me," said Ron, prodding at the Dumbledore's Army picture.
"Oh, yeah," said Harry, now tucking his wallet into his pocket. He went to join them.
"Where did you get this picture?" asked Ginny, looking interestedly at the one-year-old baby Harry.
Hermione said, "When we were hiding from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, we found this picture in Sirius's room."
"Oh," said Ginny. She looked at the books Hermione was looking at, and then pulled out her wand. "Hey, Harry, can I change your wall color? It's a bit dreary right now."
"What? Uh, sure," said Harry, distracted, because he was looking at his pictures.
Ginny flicked her wand. The walls turned yellow. "No, maybe not." Another flick. The walls turned dark green. Another flick. The walls turned the exact shade of Harry's eyes.
"Ahh. That's more like it," said Ginny, putting her wand back.
"Are you ready?" said Ron, trying to hide his stomach rumble.
"Yeah. Let's go," said Harry, turning around to look at his friends. Hermione tucked the books back on the shelf, and they all turned around to go outside.
So, how was it? Please tell me how it is. Read my other story! And this is NOT a one-shot.