A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! Enjoy this next one!


After the war, life became almost carefree for Harry Potter. Once funerals had passed and tears were dried, he slowly found happiness again. He returned to school for his final year and took his NEWTs without any major difficulties. Only two years later, he had become a full-fledged Auror, and one of the youngest yet.

And Ginny – just watching Ginny come to grips with Fred's death and gradually become emotionally stable again was satisfying enough. He had won her – no longer did he have to worry about her safety and whether she was still alive and well.

He couldn't have been more ecstatic to marry into the Weasley family and then be blessed with seeing it grow over time. The Burrow was now filled to the brim with children more than it ever had, and laughter soaked into the heart of the home once more.

Harry enjoys playing with the children. James, Albus, and Lily are still at the ages where they adore their dad, and the youngest of the extended brood, Lucy, is still only four. His children, nieces, and nephews huddle around him on their broomsticks, waiting eagerly for him to toss the Quaffle up into the air and start the game.

As the ball ascends and the cousins and siblings of all kinds zoom off, Harry wishes that he was still sturdy enough to speed on a broom carelessly. He rubs his stiff arm tenderly, and thinks back to his miserable times at the Dursleys, and then his better but terror-filled days at Hogwarts.

He sees the children fly, and he wants to look for his lost youth.


A/N: Please drop off a word or two! And please, could anyone tell me what Andromeda Tonks called her daughter? Was it Tonks, Nymphadora, or Dora?