Heaven
Heaven was a strange concept. Harry remembered it from when he was young. The Dursley's went to church every Sunday rain, hail or shine. Not because they particularly believed in what was being preached but more because it was expected of an average, normal family. When Harry was around six or seven years old there was one particular sermon that stood out in his mind. The priest spoke of heaven and how wonderful it was, that only the good went there. There was no suffering in heaven and everyone was happy. One line stood out "We look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come", Harry remembered wanting to die at that moment so that he could escape the Dursley's and go to heaven. He knew that his parents would be there waiting for him. After all he had heard aunt Petunia telling Dudley that "the freaks parents were in heaven".
Harry was more realistic these days. He knew the likely hood of him getting into heaven, if there was one, was slim. But then again Harry didn't think heaven was the same thing anymore. Lying in their bed together in the Room of Requirement, his arm wrapped around Harry, his breath on Harry's neck, secure in the knowledge that he loved him, Harry couldn't help but think he was already in heaven.
