A/N: Another one-shot. Heh.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...
The recently-married Potters walked up the steep slope.
"Potter manor is just up ahead, Ginny," promised Harry earnestly. After ten more minutes of walking...
"Are we there yet?"
"Nope."
After another ten more minutes...
"Are we there yet?"
"Nope."
After a hour...
"Are we there yet?"
"Nope."
After what seemed like an eternity, they stopped at the apex of the hill.
Harry gestured proudly and said, "Welcome to Potter manor, your permanent residence!"
A dilapidated wooden shack stood in front of the couple.
Ginny Potter wailed in misery.