Hey, I know this is the second time this chapter has been published but I wanted to say welcome to any new readers as I presume you are all going to start reading from chapter 1. Anyway I hope you enjoy my first fanfic. Oh and please review!
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Chapter 1 Life Goes On
Harry picked up his suitcase and opened the bright blue cottage door. There his saw Ginny, who was tending to the lily garden that they had planted that summer in memory of his parents. She looked divine, her bronze red hair flowed down her, the gleam in her eyes and the clear white skin he had always liked. Then he looked to the ever growing bump emerging from her torso under the blue pinstripe smock. Two weeks, and his first child would be born.
"Now you look after yourself, love. You may be the boy who lived but somethings gonna kill you someday" Ginny said sweetly in her soft delicate voice.
"Its only a week, what could go wrong?" Harry chuckled as he replied.
"And then we'll be back together. Do you really have to go?
"Unfortunately" Harry replied to his wife, "Theres some things that need to be dealt with like Grimmauld place needs sorting and I do have
the Auror interview"
"Yeah but you should be decorating your child's nursery, not cleaning up after a war"
"Ron said he would help, and I have next week after the one year memorial service at hogwarts, dear." Harry clasped his pregnant wife into a tender hug.
"Oh okay, but I wish you would tell me and Hermione what you were up to, she still worries herself to death since you have the tendency to get into possibly fatal situations. You better survive!" Ginny said in her authoritive voice.
"I better or else I'll be on the wrong end of one of your bat bogey hexes!"Harry laughed as he reminisced about the time when he and Ron decided to tell the rest of her teammates in her short-lived quidittch career about her and Dean Thomas (now very slimy) , then ended up drenched in sticky thick goo, That was the first time since the battle they had kissed, and two months later Ginny fell pregnant and Arthur Weasley whisked his daughter down the aisle.
As he gave her one last loving kiss, he strode away to the car that was parked in the driveway. Even though he had got over the sick feeling of apparating, Harry liked to cruise the roads to clear his mind. He couldn't believe it was a year, he'd spent it looking after Ginny, finding a nice home and giving frequent accounts of the battle to the quibbler and the daily prophet. He hadnt dealt with finding a job and clearing up after the war, and he needed to apparently sort out dumbledores remaining things, write some sort of summary for the memorial service and clear up Sirius' old stuff at Grimmauld place all in a week. And he knew one thing; he had to do it himself.
Soon he was well on his way to London. He had stopped off at a muggle service station, which he hadn't been to since going to the zoo with the Dursleys before Hogwarts and bought a sandwich. It had been three hours and he already missed Ginny's cooking.
It was dark when Harry parked his car a few streets away from place. He walked silently across the courtyard with the dim streetlights glowing. Harry watched the old, tall townhouse of his deceased Godfather Sirius Black emerged in between the muggle homes.
He had warned the grumpy house elf Kreacher that he would be staying at Grimmauld place and would need a bed. As he entered the hallway, the small figure with big eyes and a crooked nose was ready to take his coat.
"Master, you're supper is ready in five minutes" exclaimed the elf
"Since when did you call me Master"Harry observed the elf who was annoyingly always loyal the Black family, but not Sirius.
"Since I realised that since I have no Blacks left to serve. I decided to find a new famous wizarding family. And what families more famous than the Potters, according to the Daily Phophet, Mrs Ginevra is expecting a child, so they are also ever growing aswell."
"Thanks Kreacher, we will be sure to find something for you to do, although our permanent residence does not need a house elf" Harry replied.
"Well what are you going to do with Grimmauld place?" Kreacher queried and Harry could see that he was anxious about leaving his home that he had lived in since what seemed the dawn of time.
"We'll be using it when we need to be in London, or for large family gatherings. You should be expecting to serve some Weasleys along the way."
"Well any friend of Master Potter is someone I would be happy to serve." Kreacher made sure Harry understood his intentions.
Harry chuckled as he found the elf surprisingly adorable. He reminded him of Dobby, and Harry felt a glum feeling in his stomach as he thought at how loyal the elf had been and how he had died for him. Many people had died for him: Dumbledore, Snape and even Lupin. But most of all his parents, the people he grieved the most after the battle. A world without Voldemort should be a world with them.
Harry wolfed down the beef dinner Kreacher had made him and trudged up the bed to the room that was prepared for him. He slipped on his sweatpants and a white t-shirt and climbed into bed. He glanced over the photo album Hagrid had given him in his first year like he had done every night since his second year and kissed the photo of Ginny, while whispering "Night love."