I may be blond, I may be British, but I do not own Harry Potter, I merely borrow him for some adventures.
Its 1535, Sir Harry Potter and Lady Ginny are moving to the court of Henry VIII but magic does not mix with the most volatile court in the whole of the Christendom. Anne Boleyn's star is falling and will the Potters be dragged down with her?
Ginny awoke. The pale dawn sunlight filtered through the windows, in the distance, the birds sang there morning chorus. On the bed next to her lay Harry, his raven black locks as unruly as ever, his startling green eyes closed, his face contented in sleep. She raised the covers and stepped down onto the cold stone floor, her white nightgown disturbing the rushes that lay on the floor, lavender and thyme. Ginny inhaled and let out a long sigh, never had she been so happy in her life before. On the table by the fire was a ewer and bowl, the water warm. Ginny untied her flaming red hair, it fell like a water fall around her shoulders, and she began to wash.
She finished dressing, enjoying the rich velvet next to her skin; the dress was cut low enough to just reveal the sensual curves of her breasts. It was the same green as Harry's eyes and suited Ginny's red hair which fell in lose curls still around her shoulders perfectly. Ginny turned and noticed that Harry was awake, his almond shaped eyes now open, and she smiled.
'My love you're awake at last, you must hurry. We wouldn't want to be late!'
Harry laughed 'Of course, Lady Ginevra Potter wouldn't want to miss any of her first day at court. Hmm it's cold in her why don't we light a fire?' Harry reached for his wand 'Incendio' sparks shot from his wand tip and now a roaring fire stood in the grate filling the room with heat. 'Come here I have a gift for you, close your eyes.'
Ginny shut her lids, she felt Harry gently lift her hair and something cool and heavy around her neck, 'Open' Harry whispered, Ginny could feel his warm breath on her neck. Slowly she opened her eyes, a pendent hung a round her neck, a large emerald surrounded with diamonds which shone, reflecting the flickering light from the fire. Ginny simply couldn't speech.