The house was still and quiet. The sun had just begun to rise into the morning sky as Ginny made coffee for herelf and her husband whom she could hear his light footsteps from the level above. The children were all still asleep in their bedrooms probably having pleasent dreams of magic and Hogwarts. Ginny missed her childhood days when she used to dream about marrying the famous Harry Potter, not knowing that dreams actually do come true.

"Hello love," Harry appeared in the doorway with a smile. Ginny smiled too.

"I made you coffee."

"So I see," he laughed slightly. It was funny how even after being married for so many years, he still managed to give her butterflies.

Ginny set his mug on the table for him and sat down. She sipped her own coffee and glanced out the window at the falling snow that was starting to pile up. Snow was beautiful to her. It was a reminder of the winter holidays at Hogwarts and visiting her family over Christmas. Ginny longed to become a child again and run into the cold white flakes and dance in the middle of the yard.

Harry placed a hand over hers. "What are you thinking about?"

She hesitated. "Mostly my childhood. I miss it."

He nodded and drank from his mug. "I wish I had a normal childhood like you. I mean... It's almost as if I never had one."

"Yeah... But it wasn't your fault. Your youth was stolen from you in a way..." She replied looking him in the eyes. Harry smiled.

After a minute of silence exept for the occasional sip of coffee, Harry spoke up. "When did you start to love me?"

It was a particularly easy question for any person to answer, but for Ginny it wasn't as obvious. She pondered for a second. She had always had a crush on him since the day he became famous, but she had never loved him until they had shared their first kiss. Yes, that was it. The day she had won the cup for him in her fith year and she ran into his warm and safe arms, and kissed her on the lips for what seemed like an eternity. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room had whitnesed that moment. Ginny remembered how after they had kissed they walked out to the lake and talked, and how she understood Harry more than she understood herself.

"I think it was the day you kissed me in my fith year... And we took the walk by the lake."

Harry nodded. "That's when I realized I loved you too."

"And I remember when I saw you lying dead at Voldemort's knees. My heart tore apart, Harry. I never realized how much you meant to me until I lost you." A tear poured from her eye.

"I saw you before I went to die- helping that little girl who was scared and I desprately wanted to say something, but I was afraid you wouldn't let me go," Harry said.

"I probably wouldn't have," she admitted. "I loved you too much."

Just then Lily walked down the steps and skipped into the kitchen. Her face turned to worry when she saw her mother crying in Harry's arms. "What's wrong, Mummy?"

"It's okay Lily," Ginny managed a smile through her tears. "I'm alright. Just remembering the past."

Oh my gosh i'm soo sorry I haven't updated in ages! I've just been super busy with school and I went on vacation for awhile but I promise I'm back and I'm going to be updating at least once a week from now on. Thanks for reading and reviews :)