These story is composed of many short chapters describing what I think have been the day after day of Harry and Ginny after the war.
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
Chapter Three
Six months has passed. Harry was studying to be an auror, and I finally got a job. I am now a quidditch player, for the Harpies. The days were becoming less tense, less stressful. We laughed more, we enjoyed life a little bit more, and most of the times we forget all that happened, until the nightmares. The don't happen often anymore. But when they did we remember those days, the losses.
But we were finding happinnes.
Teddy was growing up beautifully, and he was becoming a son to us, not just the son of our friends, but our son. We never said that out loud - we're not even married yet.
At least not in papers or that kind of thing. But in every way that counted, we were.
It was evening, and while I was preparing dinner Harry was playing with Teddy. It was a routine he had. He came home from the classes, talked a little bit with me, played with teddy until the dinner was ready. Then after we put Teddy to sleep with was our time to be together.
Finishing the macaroni he liked so much, I called him.
- It's delicious like always, Ginny. - he said after taking a huge bite. Laughing at his funny face I thanked him and gave Teddy his meal. It was a great scene. Teddy always made a mess, and at the end he was completely covered in his food.
And like every day I gave him a bath then Harry put him to sleep, telling the story about a werewolf and a witch. It was beautiful how he told the story. Make me want to cry everytime, and trust me, I don't cry easily.
After the routine, he came to join me in our room. We had a big T.V. (Thanks to him being a half-blood), and always talked while watching some movie or a show. Then we forget the T.V. and iniciate our make out session. Life was good, life was becoming really good. Especially at the days we wasn't hunted by nightmares.