I'm back!! Sorry it's been a while! Will soon update all grown up as
well!
They still belong to JKR!
It helps if you can listen to some Enya while reading this, it gives more atmosphere!
Chapter 2
The following months passed peacefully for Harry and Hermione. They watched with joy as Amie grew, happy in the knowledge that she was growing up in a peaceful world, without the fear their own generation had experienced. It had been a few years since Voldemort had been finally defeated. The final battle had been hard, many lives lost, including that of Guilderoy Lockheart, who, in the confusion, had been used by a certain potions master as a human shield. Harry grimaced as he remembered the end of the battle.
***
FLASHBACK
Harry paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, his hands shaking. He glanced to his left where Ginny was duelling with a witch not much older than herself. He couldn't understand why Dumbledore had allowed the 7th year students to fight, they were too young, too young to die. He was suddenly brought back by a flash of red as Fred Weasley landed at his feet.
"Hello Harry, fancy seeing you here! I haven't seen you since you graduated!"
"Fred, I really don't think this is the time for niceties" Harry laughed "You seem to have a problem!"
"Nothing I can't handle" Fred exclaimed as he dodged another hex.
Harry shook his head as he sent a curse in the direction of Fred's assailant, a cry confirming a direct hit.
Sometime later Harry found himself standing alongside Ron and Hermione, taking on a small group of deatheaters. They were starting to struggle when they were joined by Ginny and Neville. Things were getting intense and Harry felt a blinding pain sear through his head, he clutched at his scar. He knew what this meant.
"Harry?" Hermione sounded worried "He's here isn't he?"
Harry nodded. The pain in his scar told him that his nemesis, Lord Voldemort was near, very near indeed.
They made a breakthrough, pushing the group of deatheaters back. Harry gritted his teeth as he saw the figure he had been dreading. He noticed that he wasn't the only one as he glanced at his friends, wands raised. Voldemort never stood a chance against this group of friends, all intent on revenge for the pain and hurt he had caused. Five voices rang out loud and clear,
"AVADA KEDARVA!"
And that was it, he was gone.
***
Amie's cries jolted Harry from his nightmare. He felt Hermione groan as she disappeared to attend to their daughter. Harry got up and stood in the doorway of the nursery, unable to shake the past scenes of carnage from his mind. He looked at his wife cradling their first born in her arms. He knew he should be joyful of the fact that his daughter would grow up in a peaceful world, in freedom. Yet he couldn't forget about his own past, about the fight for freedom from the darkness. So many lives had been lost, so many young lives. They were not in vain but Harry still found himself grieving for lost friends and classmates. Fred Weasley had been one, quickly followed by Cho Chang.
Harry turned from the door, the tears blurring his vision. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and jumped as he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist which guided him back to bed. As he sat down, Hermione wrapped her arms around him and held him close.
"I know it's hard darling" she comforted as she wiped away his tears "We went through so much that day but we came through. Yes, we lost friends and companions and we will never forget them and the sacrifices they made. We have to get on with our lives, bring up our daughter in freedom and peace so that their deaths were not in vain."
As they made love that night, Harry truly felt the warmth and love he had desired for so long and finally found. He was determined that the peace would be maintained for the freedom of the next generation.
There you go, at last! Sorry it was a bit short but it was an appropriate place to end! I will try and update more often, depends on uni work! Please review, make it worth the effort!!
They still belong to JKR!
It helps if you can listen to some Enya while reading this, it gives more atmosphere!
Chapter 2
The following months passed peacefully for Harry and Hermione. They watched with joy as Amie grew, happy in the knowledge that she was growing up in a peaceful world, without the fear their own generation had experienced. It had been a few years since Voldemort had been finally defeated. The final battle had been hard, many lives lost, including that of Guilderoy Lockheart, who, in the confusion, had been used by a certain potions master as a human shield. Harry grimaced as he remembered the end of the battle.
***
FLASHBACK
Harry paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, his hands shaking. He glanced to his left where Ginny was duelling with a witch not much older than herself. He couldn't understand why Dumbledore had allowed the 7th year students to fight, they were too young, too young to die. He was suddenly brought back by a flash of red as Fred Weasley landed at his feet.
"Hello Harry, fancy seeing you here! I haven't seen you since you graduated!"
"Fred, I really don't think this is the time for niceties" Harry laughed "You seem to have a problem!"
"Nothing I can't handle" Fred exclaimed as he dodged another hex.
Harry shook his head as he sent a curse in the direction of Fred's assailant, a cry confirming a direct hit.
Sometime later Harry found himself standing alongside Ron and Hermione, taking on a small group of deatheaters. They were starting to struggle when they were joined by Ginny and Neville. Things were getting intense and Harry felt a blinding pain sear through his head, he clutched at his scar. He knew what this meant.
"Harry?" Hermione sounded worried "He's here isn't he?"
Harry nodded. The pain in his scar told him that his nemesis, Lord Voldemort was near, very near indeed.
They made a breakthrough, pushing the group of deatheaters back. Harry gritted his teeth as he saw the figure he had been dreading. He noticed that he wasn't the only one as he glanced at his friends, wands raised. Voldemort never stood a chance against this group of friends, all intent on revenge for the pain and hurt he had caused. Five voices rang out loud and clear,
"AVADA KEDARVA!"
And that was it, he was gone.
***
Amie's cries jolted Harry from his nightmare. He felt Hermione groan as she disappeared to attend to their daughter. Harry got up and stood in the doorway of the nursery, unable to shake the past scenes of carnage from his mind. He looked at his wife cradling their first born in her arms. He knew he should be joyful of the fact that his daughter would grow up in a peaceful world, in freedom. Yet he couldn't forget about his own past, about the fight for freedom from the darkness. So many lives had been lost, so many young lives. They were not in vain but Harry still found himself grieving for lost friends and classmates. Fred Weasley had been one, quickly followed by Cho Chang.
Harry turned from the door, the tears blurring his vision. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and jumped as he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist which guided him back to bed. As he sat down, Hermione wrapped her arms around him and held him close.
"I know it's hard darling" she comforted as she wiped away his tears "We went through so much that day but we came through. Yes, we lost friends and companions and we will never forget them and the sacrifices they made. We have to get on with our lives, bring up our daughter in freedom and peace so that their deaths were not in vain."
As they made love that night, Harry truly felt the warmth and love he had desired for so long and finally found. He was determined that the peace would be maintained for the freedom of the next generation.
There you go, at last! Sorry it was a bit short but it was an appropriate place to end! I will try and update more often, depends on uni work! Please review, make it worth the effort!!