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Arriving back home from visiting Albus and his other children at Hogwarts and setting the past as it was meant to be, Harry takes his coat off and sat on a chair next to the window where he could see the front side of the house and lawn, Ginny went upstairs for a quick bath before she started dinner. She took a moment to stop by Harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek, putting what words cannot describe of pride and love into it.
Harry closed his eyes, it had been years since he had an adventure, to be honest, life had become as normal as possible for him. He opened his eyes, he was tired, but there was a thought that was lingering in the back of his mind, a dark yet playful thought he was afraid to put in to words. He walked to his study and as he went around to the bookshelves, he saw the books on Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and so many more. He had realized too late after Hogwarts that his education was below the requirements for an Auror and had hired private tutors to get caught up as quickly as possible.
And then the thought took an unexpected turn, he remembered back to before Hogwarts how he looked forward to learning magic, actual magic and not what he would see on the telly when Dudley would watch his shows. How did that change for his third year when he took the easy classes? The thought stayed still for a moment as he mulled over the revelation. He shook his head and decided to help Ginny and start dinner himself, as he started to walk out of the study, he saw the study, quills, parchment, candles, and all things magical littered the study. Magical items, the thought dropped down and he could see the large picture, there was nothing Muggle about his life anymore, he had removed himself except for the holiday visits he had with Dudley.
He took a sharp breath as he remembered his mother, she was Muggle born and from what he knew, she never hid it, she held her head proud of it. He was raised with Muggles, yes the ones he had to call family were awful, but there were some strangers who took pity on him and offered him a kind smile or word, and he simply turned his back on it. Hermione forced Ron to acknowledge her Muggle background, while he followed Ginny. He took a calming breath and closed the door to his study as he walked out. He tried to block the thought, which was slowing growing bigger and more active, when he walked to the kitchen and flicked his wand muttering a few spells to get the dinner started he saw through the window the broom shack in the back and he thought of the brooms that were inside, they weren't racing brooms, but they were top of the line training brooms, he never thought about the cost, but now the thought did a run and a leap and he turned around in the kitchen, everything he had wasn't the most expensive item in the store but nor was it the cheapest.
He shook his head once more and checking to make sure everything was going well with dinner, he went upstairs to surprise Ginny with the news. When he started to climb the stairs he looked at the wall which was filled with pictures, he made sure to have pictures everywhere, of his kids, his in-laws, his family, there were even a few of Dudley and his children. He had a hard stare at them, he could see how his kids were better dressed than their cousins, not a lot but a slight difference, only noticeable if you looked hard enough, he looked at one that had him, Hermione, and Ron, the day Hermione graduated Hogwarts, why didn't he go back with her? The thought forced the question out. While he thought of an answer Ginny had finished with her bath and had come to the standing, she saw Harry nearly in the middle of the stairs staring at the pictures and similar to Harry a thought ran past her mind, too quick to grasp, but it made her worry. She wasn't sure why, but she very softly in a whisper with fear she called out,
"Harry?"