A/N: Hello! I know it's been a long time since I've submitted antyhing on here, but life has been so busy! So anyway, this is a HP fic that I wrote BEFORE Deathly Hollows came out, so I know there are a lot of inacuracies when it comes to the story and what actually happened in DH, but I still think that the story is pretty darn good. Anyway, enjoy! Kumi. .

Harry sat quietly in front of his desk. The Burrow was silent except for the trying pan scrubbing itself in the sink. Harry was glad that the Weasleys had taken him in after the war. Living with his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin after what happened just wasn't a choice. Plus he didn't want to be away from Ginny.

It had been three years since he last faced Voldemort. There had been so much death; he had lost so many of his classmates. Thankfully Ron and Hermione had survived, barely. They had been there to witness his final stand with the Dark Lord. He had been proud that they were able to come that far with him.

There had been so much death over the last three years that it seemed like they had been to a funeral a week. Most of the D.A. from fifth year was gone; only Luna, Neville, Cho, Ron, Hermione, the Twins and he were left. The last three years had been hell. He could still remember the final battle. Harry had barely scraped by the Death Eaters and was lucky to survive Voldemort.

The evil wizard had tried several times to hit him with Avarda Kedavra, but thanks to all his practice and training, he was able to deflect the spells. His friends told him after the fight that they were surprised he was able to look Voldemort in the eye.

"You looked so pale!" Hermione recounted at his bedside at St. Mungos. He was there only an hour or so, having had his leg broken by Lucius Malfoy. "I was afraid you might faint!" She had held his hand along with Ron's. The youngest Weasley boy had been hit with a stunning spell and hit his head on a tree.

"Yea," Ron pitched in, his hair bushier then normal due to his bandage. "From what I saw, your head looked like it should have exploded." Hermione looked concerned as always as Harry nodded.

"I'm surprised I lasted long enough to kill him." Harry spoke softly. "It felt like my head was going to."

Harry had left St. Mungos that night with Ginny and Hermione. Ron stayed an extra night. The party Mrs. Weasley threw for them was the best party they had been to since their fifth year. The only thing that could have made it better was if Sirius and Dumbledore had been there.

Harry glanced at the clock as he walked down the stairs. Mrs. Weasley had had some extra hands added to her wonderful clock, and they now shown with Harry and Hermione's faces. It made perfect sense, seeing how Harry now lived at the Burrow, and Ron and Hermione were married.

All the hands, except Harry's, were pointed to "work" or "away". Harry as pointed at "home". After the battle, he wasn't really sure what he wanted to do. Being an Auror was still something he was considering, but Mr. Weasley had offered him a nice job in the Ministry with him, and Muggles were a subject that he knew a lot about.

"He glanced at the clock again and watched as Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Hermione's hands moved to "traveling". Within a few minutes, emerald flames burst to life in the hearth. Ginny and her mother came through first, followed by a frazzled Hermione; their clock hands turning to "home". All three women were laden with bags and made their way to the kitchen.

Ginny returned to the den where Harry sat perched in a chair. She smiled at him, and then placed a quick kiss on the top of his head. Harry loved the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at him. He was glad she had survived. Losing her would have ranked up with losing Sirius.

The light coming in through the window began to subside, and slowly Fred, George, Ron and Mr. Weasley came home, Ron greeting his wife with a kiss and red ears, then disappearing into the newly established office with his brothers. Hermione had protested when Ron told her that he was going to join the pair at the joke shop, but the small business had grown large enough that they even had a shop running in Hogsmeade.

Harry was glad to be living in such a busy house, and Hedwig, he was sure, was glad to have a companion in Pigwidgeon. One of his favorites past times recently was watching the movement in the house.

Mrs. Weasley called them all to dinner an hour after they were all home. The girls seemed unusually giddy tonight and kept sneaking glances at each other.

After they had eaten, they sat sipping tea and coffee when Hermione finally spoke.

"Ron?" She spoke tentivly and touched his arm.

"Yea?" He looked up, eyes tired.

"RonI'mpregnant." She spoke the words almost too fast for anyone to hear. But Ron heard. He spit his tea across the table and all over Fred.

"Oye! Ron!" George fell back out of his chair laughing.

"Sorry." Ron spoke and wiped his face on his sleeve. "You're what?"

"I'm pregnant, Ron. You're going to be a father!" Ron looked around at the other faces at the table. Harry was as surprised as Ron was. Mrs. Weasley and her daughter both wore grins, but Hermione's was fading fast.

"I…um…" Hermione's eyes began to water.

"Ron?" Her voice shook her husband's face pale. "Ronald, are you alright?" He nodded.

"Well don't just sit there, say something!" His mother was just as excited as Hermione.

"Um… Well, that's great!" He tried to sound excited. Ginny squealed and Hermione kissed his cheek. "When-when did you find out?"

"Just today, while we were in town." She replied happily. I saw the doctor, but I kind of already knew." Ron was still pale and looked at Harry.

"Don't look at me, mate. She's your wife." Was all Harry could say. The house erupted with laughter and the celebration continued well into the evening.

Ginny and Harry were the last to head up the stairs to bed. They had been sitting on the couch, Harry holding her tight against his chest. The talk of a new Weasley baby had filled everyone with a feeling of youth and joy. Ron had finally realized what had been said and he was just as excited as everyone else.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" His eyes were mesmerized by the flames.

"I heard something in town today that might interest you." She moved so she could look him in the eyes.

"What's that?" He was almost too tired to form a proper response.

"Mr. Olivvander is looking for some help." She winced away, afraid Harry might get angry.

The talk of work came up a lot. Harry felt bad about the fact that he was living with Weasleys and not working. Eight people was a lot to support, when only four people were working. Granted Harry still helped out as much as he could with money from his account at Gringots. Harry simply sighed.

"Okay." He replied, trying to force a smile. Ginny opened her eyes and looked back at him.

"I know that you are still trying to sort out things in your head Harry, and I'm here for you." She smiled, and Harry looked away. "Look Harry, I love you. Have you given any thought to what you want?" He shook his head.

"I got a letter from McGonagall today." Harry spoke, not sounding very enthused.

"I did too. She was asking for a book list for the students." Ginny stopped, looking confused. "What did McGonagall want from you? You don't work at Hogwarts."

"That's the thing." Harry took Ginny back in his arms. "She wants me to come back and teach." He held her close for a moment and watched the fire.

"Oh Harry that's wonderful! IF you took the job, we could still be together! You know the whole relationship through letters thing bothers me. What does she want you to teach?" Her excitement was almost contagious.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." He spoke the words, remembering the D.A. meetings from fifth year.

"Are you going to do it?" She sat forward again, her red hair shimmering and her eyes excited.

"I…I don't know. I mean, I had a hard enough time dealing with Snape as a student, but as a fellow teacher? And I'm taking his subject." Ginny laughed.

"Harry, Serverus is teaching potions again. Turns out he was happier as potions master." Harry looked surprised as Ginny called him by his first name.

He still didn't know if he was too comfortable with the idea. He had killed Dumbledore after all. Harry would never forgive him for that.