Chapter 25

Future Planning

There stood his father; James Potter in front of the fireplace in a place Harry didn't recognize… wait… this place, the smell… Godric's Hollow.

Harry suddenly realized this was years back; years to when his parents were a live and happy.

He walked around and looked at his father. He looked quite like when he had seen him beyond the veil. His hair was just like always; very messy and raven colored. His skin had gotten a healthy color and his glasses were on the bridge of his nose as he looked down into the fire.

Moments later as Harry watched his father; Lily walked him happily to the room. She sat next him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His mother was glowing in happiness and her green eyes matched; they shone with happiness but had a tint of sadness in them as well.

"How's Harry?" she asked looking into the fire. Harry smiled.

James didn't look up from the fire but smiled, "Very good. He's just sleeping."

Lily smiled warmly and looked into the fire as well.

"James," Lily said, "I love this place. I'm happy you fixed it up from… well… you know."

James darkened for a moment but nodded. What was in the fire that was so interesting?

"They know about us you know," James said bluntly. Lily looked up from the fire and wiped her head to face James.

"What?" she said hoarsely.

James finally looked up with a deep sadness in his eyes, "They know about us Lily. Some of them do."

Lily's face lost the glow and she looked at the fire, not saying another word.

Harry awoke from his odd dream not in a sweat but he seemed confused. What were they talking about anyway?

As the weeks went by, Harry excelled another year in wandless magic. He was now "a fourth year" student and was almost already done with that year. He was catching up quickly to his own year and Professor Hund was beyond happy. As Harry excelled at his wandless magic, he found he was not only now a skilled occlumens but a natural legillmens.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the common room enjoying their time just sitting. Being that it was the weekend, they had time to finally rest after the long weeks of classes and essays.

"Harry, what's the date?" Hermione asked pulling out a small leather-bound journal.

"April second, what's that?" Harry countered looking at the journal.

Hermione looked up and smiled, "my diary silly."

Ron, now awaking from his slumber on the couch looked at Hermione, "diary? Really? Got anything about me in there?"

"Maybe," Hermione said blushing. Ron smiled at the gesture and leaned back.

"Can we read it?" He asked, still full of himself.

Hermione shook her head, "no way! I have things in here all the way from first year! I would never let you read it!"

Harry looked back and forth at his friends knowing a row was coming on.

"Okay then, bye."

Harry stood up and walked out of the common room, knowing a fight was about to erupt between to couple. The last thing heard was Ron yelling "Come on Hermione! I'm your bloody boyfriend!"

Harry had been searching for Ginny half the day. He couldn't seem to find her. Normally, they were always together, snogging or just sitting and talking. The relationship they had was going wonderfully and Harry had never in his life been so happy.

His final check was in the room of requirement. After pacing three times thinking of Ginny, a door appeared.

Harry opened it quietly and walked in. When he walked in he saw Ginny standing in front of a mirror in a dress. She was talking to the mirror in some way.

"Why yes, my boyfriend is Harry Potter. Yes, I do love him very much," She repeated to the mirror. Harry suppressed his laughter as he watched her but one thing he noticed was that she said she loved him. SHE LOVED HIM!

"Of course we plan on getting married, now that the war is won and the prophecy is fulfilled, we are going to be just fine," she said twirling to look at herself in the dress. Harry watched her for a little longer and she spoke up kids and future plans. She looked almost like a child playing a fun game of make-believe. It was making Harry nervous however as she talked about a wedding. Of course he had always wanted a family of his own but he was sixteen; Ginny fifteen. They had a lot of time for that.

"Well, I was thinking that now that Mr. and Mrs. Potter have helped me so much, I could name one of the kids James," Ginny said to the mirror.

"Now that's some fantasy, don't you think Gin?" Harry said from behind her. Ginny jumped and turned quickly. As she saw Harry, her face burned a deep red.

"Oh my god, he did not just hear all of that did he?" Ginny wished in her head.

"Oh my… Harry. Uhh… hey! Did you… did you just get here then?" Ginny stammered over her words.

Harry smiled brightly, "no actually. I've been here for quite a while. Now that I have won the war I think a spring wedding would be a great way to start my life with you."

Ginny's face, if possible, reddened more.

"Oh," was all she said.

Harry smiled wider and walked closer to her, grabbing her around the waist and submerging her in a kiss.

He could feel her smile and when they pushed away her face was flushed happily.

"You really heard the whole thing?"

"No, I heard a lot though. I thought it was cute."

Ginny smiled shyly.

"What was that about my parents?" Harry asked sort of jokingly knowing they couldn't come back. Ginny didn't seem to think it was funny.

"N—Nothing Harry. I swear to it," she said her face paling. Harry looked at her oddly but dropped the subject.

"I hear there's going to be a Hogsmeade trip; I think we should go together, just you and me because Ron and Hermione will probably be snogging in Madame Puddifoots. What do you say?" Harry asked trying to lighten the mood.

Ginny's face regained its color and she smiled at Harry.

"That's a great idea! It would be fun for just you know… you and me to spend the full day together. When is it?" she asked Harry still smiling.

"It's actually not even been announced to the students yet so you can't really say anything. Anyway, it's supposed to be May something," Harry told her. Ginny pecked him on the cheek and they happily walked out of the room of requirement hand in hand.