YOUNG
Harry Always dreamt about the years he'd still had to live – if he could manage to live them – and that's why getting old never really scared him. He wanted a family, a house full of kids, children smiling, running and making a huge mess. He wanted to be there at all times, like the first word, the first broom flight, the first time on the Hogwarts express.
However, despite always dreaming about it, the feeling he had when he got back home after leaving his three kids – Lily for the first time – on the train was weird. Harry couldn't remember of a time he felt that nostalgic. And for one moment that saddened him.
But when he looked around he realized there was no reason for that. The house had children's marks all over it, toys spread on the floor, messes they had made, height marks on the walls. The house was young.
And Ginny was there, tiding everything up like she always did, making him feel that he was not alone and that everything was like it was supposed to be.
Ginny made him feel young, and he loved that.
A/N: Hello. So this is the last drabble. I know that this entire fanfic isn't a masterpiece (I do believe I have better fanfics), but I decided to start my translations with this specific one for being small so I could get some practice.
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PS. If you're Brazilian this fanfic was originally written in Portuguese and you can find the Portuguese version here on my profile.