Ten years. It had been ten years since the war was finally over. Lives were changed. There were losses. There was grieving and mourning. There had been justice and pain. The battle was finally over. Life could move on. Life could change for the better. And it did. It was a slow process. Starting with the rebuilding of Hogwarts. The center of attention for where the final stand was taken. Bloodshed and a victorious ending. But also new beginnings. The wizarding world of Britain looked to this place as a symbol of what was yet to come. And they clung to it. As each brick was remolded and fixed hearts began to soften, and encouragement was spread. The darkness receded with every completed wall. And now Hogwarts stood once again in its former glory. Children can walk its halls again and learn. Parent can feel safe knowing their child will not grow up in peril anymore. There was peace.

There was peace everywhere. Aurors captured the remaining death eaters. Some were Kissed. Others to Azkaban. It took ten long years but finally people can start to put the past behind them. No longer in fear of being killed or hurt. Their loved ones safe and protected. As it should.

This is what one family was feeling. The Potters. A young couple one might say. But more mature than their years. Both had seen great peril and death. But their love is what kept them strong. They were expecting their first child. Both were excited and nervous with anticipation. They felt content and knowing their child would be born without having to see war. Ginny had been hoping for months to get pregnant and finally her wish has come true. Nothing can stop her now with raising here child with a husband she adored. Harry was in a blissful state. Content in finally having a family he could call his own. Someone to love and hold every day. He could not wait to meet his child for the first time.

They lived in a small village away from prying eyes. That is what they wanted. As Harry's status of the Vanquisher of the Dark Lord, they wanted a peaceful living. Well, as much as one can have when your name is Harry Potter. Harry hated the spotlight and he did not want that for his family. So, they chose this little village outside of St. Chapel. Close to Ginny's family. But not to close. They lived in a very quant looking house. Big enough to start a family. Enough land to play Quiddich and away from prying eyes. Yes, to them it was perfect.

They were lying in bed, doing their nightly rituals. Ginny reading a book and Harry writing away in his journal. A habit he took up after the war. As she sat there on the bed, she was intently looking at her book but was not reading it. She had a lot going through her mind. She was going to be a mother. And Harry, a father. She glanced at Harry. The love she had for him grew every day. Even more so now and she worried for him. She worried because, despite having fought most of his life to stay alive, he chose an extremely dangerous path of becoming an auror. And he was good at what he did. Defeating Dark Lords can make one particularly good at their job. Harry always has a price on his head wherever he may go. The threat never fully leaving, but it had lessened quit a lot over the years. But now with a child in the way, could he risk his life anymore now? Could he put his life in danger and leave a family behind if God forbid, he were to get killed?

There have been many close calls. Those moments always frightened her. Getting the owl stating your husband has been hurt or when Ron, her brother and Harry's partner coming to get you and saying Harry had been cursed. But thankfully, he had pulled through. And she still had her Harry. But now they were at a pivotal moment in their lives and there was no going back. They were in this together and she wanted to keep it that way. So, with great courage, she said, "Harry?"

"Mm?"

"We need to talk."

Harry looked up from his writing, noting the seriousness in her voice. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just feel that we need to talk. We have a baby on the way, and we need to start thinking about the future."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, now that I'm pregnant, I can't fly for a while for the team. And I don't want to just sit at home twiddling my thumbs for the next 7 months."

Harry chuckled. "Ok, I can definitely understand that. So, what were you thinking?"

"I'm not sure yet. But I know I can't plan on doing anything… dangerous." Harry tilted his head looking at her. There was something bothering her. But was not exactly sure what.

"Well of course. You don't want to jeopardize the baby or your health."

Ginny stared at him for a second before saying, "Can you jeopardize yours then?"

Harry's eyes widened at her question. He got up from the desk he was writing at and sat on the bed taking her hand. "What's going on?"

Ginny sighed, "Harry I fear for you. You know I always have. But I have supported you in your decisions about joining the aurors corp. but now we must think of the baby. I do not want our child growing up without a father. I do not want our child to feel the grief of losing their dad. It might not even happen. But there have already been some close calls. There are still dangerous people out there that want you, Harry. I cannot go through day after day wondering if you're going to come home to me. And now our child." At this point Ginny had tears in her eyes. She loved this man so much. He had sacrificed too much already. He did his duty to the wizarding world. Now it was time for him to do his duty for his family.

Harry understood the hidden request she has not spoken. But he wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it to make sure what she wanted. "What are you trying to say sweetheart?"

She looked up with pleading eyes and gazed into those emerald depths that she has come to know off by heart. "Leave the auror corp," she whispered.

Harry pulled back a little, staring at his wife. Leave the auror corp? This was not totally unexpected as the thought did cross his mind. Even before they found out Ginny was pregnant. But something always kept him tied to the corp. Something always brought him back. One more death eater to take down. Or another high-risk stakeout that needed his skill set. This is what Harry knew. All his life has been one risk after another. And he always came out ok if not a little banged up. Not that he thought he was invincible, no. He knows the dangers and they are very real and can turn against you in an instant. But this is who Harry was. Saving people.

"Gin…," he said.

"Please Harry!" Ginny said grabbing his hand with both hers and squeezed. "Please. It is more than just us now. I know you love what you do, but I'm asking you to love this baby more. Please! You need to be here. With your family more than anything else. I'm asking you to think about this family now." She pulled his hand and placed it on her stomach. "I'm asking you to bring peace to this household, as you already have done for everyone else. I am asking you to bring peace for this child growing inside me. This is what matters now. You have done your part for the world. You did it with your whole heart. Now place your heart here. Stay here with me and our baby. No more risks. Please."

The desperation in her voice was clear. He looked longingly into her eyes. Conflicting thoughts clearly shown on his face. He knew this was a reality but did not think he would come to it so quickly. Could he leave the corps behind? Did he want to? He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Please," he heard the brokenness in her voice. He opened his eyes again and something strange happened. He felt a tugging in himself. Not in a bad way, but a warmth that was drawing him and he leaned forward. Ginny looked at him in confusion, but he did not care at the moment. He placed his ear on her belly. He knew the baby was too small to be felt or even heard yet but felt compelled to do this. Ginny placed her hands in his hair and gentle scratched at his scalp. A contented sigh left his mouth and he knew. The answer was simple. This was his place now. This was his purpose. Before everything seemed so fuzzy on the path he needed to choose, but now it was obviously clear to him. He laid there for a few minutes and gently rose to stare back at his beautiful wife.

He smiled at her. "Ok."

Ginny stared at him in disbelief. Ok? She was looking for a few fights that she thought was coming. But, ok? It was too simple.

"Ok?" She asked. And Harry smiled even bigger than before.

"Ok," he said again.

The next thing he knew, he was being squeezed and the air in his lungs left him. And then felt Ginny's lips pressed hard against his. He reciprocated passionately back. Ginny finally pulled back for air and leaned her forehead against his.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you, thank you." That is all she could say.

Harry smiled, "I love you. And I love this little one. There is no thinking about it. I choose you both. Always."

Ginny's heart melted. She pressed her lips back to his and he pulled her closer and laid her down on the bed. There was no doubt that night about their love for each other. The same as the night their child was conceived, they reacquainted each other to their deep and passionate love.

But without them realizing, Harry's famous knack for trouble with come knocking all too soon, and the risks will be high.