A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.

Okay, I know this has been done before, and that I have done this story line before, but I wanted to give another shot at it. I didn't feel I did a good job on it, and I wanted to do better. This fic won't be the same as my last fic, but I will have some of the same ideas. Hopefully this one will be better than the last.

Everything was over, yet there was so much more that was just beginning. Harry Potter thought about everything that had just happened in the past months…the past years even to get to where he was right now. The hell he'd gone through to save the world from living their lives in fear. Now everything was different, and it would be from now on. That could be a good and a bad thing. It was a good thing, because now he didn't need to look over his shoulder to worry if the looming threat of Voldemort was getting ready to pounce on the wizarding world. On the other hand, it was a bad thing, because most of the people who were close to him wouldn't get to see the safer world they had helped to create. Harry remembered now a baby would have to live the life he had lived. His godson would live without his mother and father. There was one difference, though. Teddy had Harry, and he also had his grandmother Andromeda. Right then, Harry made a vow to make sure that his godson would live a life being loved and not hated and pushed to the side.

Harry left what had been Dumbledore's office and went straight to the Gryffindor Common room leaving Ron and Hermione behind to talk about everything that had happened between them. Thankfully most of the corridors were empty. When he got to the portrait hole, the Fat Lady was in the painting.

" Potter." Harry said to her, as he walked up to her portrait. Luna had told him what the new password was; yet Harry still hadn't figured out how she had found out what it was.

" Very well." She said, and the portrait swung open.

Harry nodded, and walked through the portrait hole. As he walked into the common room, he noticed how empty it was. This would be a good opportunity to think more about what had happened, and maybe he could have Kreacher get him a sandwich.

As Harry settled into the armchair that had been his favorite all the years he had been in Hogwarts, memories of all of the times he had spent here flooded back into his head. All the times he had spent with Ron and Hermione…and all of the times he had spent with Ginny.

Ginny…

Being with her had actually given him something to be happy about…something to smile about. He stood up, and moved over to the window where he could see out to the grounds. Even though there was debris everywhere, the grounds had never looked more peaceful. No one was in sight, since everyone was still in the Great Hall celebrating the grand demise of the Dark Lord.

Harry could see to the lake where he had spent most of his time with Ginny…it had been so peaceful even then. Even then he felt a peace even though there was the looming threat that he knew was coming.

Ginny had always lifted his spirits; when they had first started seeing each other he had felt happier than he had in a long time. There was something special about her that he had never seen in anyone else. She was special enough for him to risk his friendship with the first person that was his friend.

Now Ron had a relationship of his own…one that wasn't like his relationship with Lavender Brown. That relationship never made sense. Hermione was different…she and Ron belonged together. They belonged together just as much as Harry belonged with Ginny.

Harry sighed thinking how he may never have another chance with Ginny. He had surely blown it. Even though he had plenty of his life to be with her now, he may never get to be with her. Why did he have to be so thickheaded as to tell her they couldn't be together?

Then there was the kiss they had shared on his birthday. That feeling had been a feeling he had never felt before. And he had let all of that go… to protect her. Maybe she hadn't needed protecting.

Harry was so deep into thought that he hadn't even heard the portrait hole open and close. Only the sound of his name brought him back to earth.

" Harry…?"

A/N: please review. Tell me if I should continue or not. Thanks.

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