Arthur sat quietly in the garden. All those years ago they had returned from the horror of Hogwarts to find their house destroyed. Fleur, Ginny and Harry had taken over.
He and Percy had been so busy at the ministry that they had just enough energy at the end of their long day to eat and fall in to bed at Grimald place.
Bill had been just as busy. Even though the bank had spouted a line of rhetoric about 'staying above human squabbles' it had suffered during the war. Now deposits were returning loans were being sought; people were getting on with their lives.
Ron and Hermione, after she returned with her parents, threw themselves in to repairing and reopening George and Fred's shop. Slowly, George had begun to live again.
The day Molly and he were brought back to the rebuilt burrow was the first day he had seen hope for the future.
It was odd to enter in to a house that seemed both familiar and new. The whole house had been expanded, new, bigger rooms added, enough room for the whole family and more, and a house for living in.
And live in it they did! The years after were full of love, laughter and sometimes sorrow.
As he sat in this special place that Fleur had planed just for him and Molly he remembered………
AN – Well look what plot bunny hopped right up and slapped me! No worries the stories I have open will still be worked on too. I imagine snapshots will never be complete. It's just too easy of a place for all my bits and bobs.
I hope we all have fun with this journey through the last half of Arthur's life!