Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything else you recognize. If I did I wouldn't be working at Hallmark for 6.75/hr now would I? Also, please forgive me as I'm American and don't have the British terminology exactly correct, so if you see a mistake that seems rather important then by all means let me know and I'll change it. Please read and review at the end of it, I'd love to know what you all think.

Harry Potter sighed as he closed the tiny box in his hand. Putting it in his pocket, he grabbed his cloak from the back of his chair. He picked his keys and wand up off his desk and left the office, locking it up the magical and muggle ways and smiled briefly at his secretary who waved goodbye as he made his way towards the Atrium. Harry was the youngest Assistant Prime Minister of Magic in history at the age of nineteen. He had defeated Voldemort at the end of his seventh year and afterwards Amelia Bones had offered him the position of Assistant Minister of Magic. Cornelius Fudge had been removed from office after he had denied Voldemort's return to the Magical world. After a heated race, Amelia Bones barely won out over Arthur Weasley and was appointed Minister of Magic.

Harry nodded his hellos and goodbyes to random passerbyes as he made his way towards the ministry's apparating point. On the way there, he passed by a memorial that was set up for those who had died in the second war with Voldemort and he stopped to admire it. It was a statue of a group of people standing uniformly in a group with determined looks on their faces. "May they rest in peace and never be forgotten for all their bravery and loyalty" was inscribed on the bottom and followed by a list of names. His eyes started to tear up as he stopped to read the names of fallen friends and colleagues. Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zambini, Michael Corner, Percy Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Hesita Jones, Aberforth Dumbledore, and even Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy's names graced the memorial and Harry thought of every one of them. They were only a handful of those lost but they were some of the most loyal to him in the end of the war. Harry had grown to gain a mutual respect for Snape and Malfoy despite their mutual dislike for one another. Harry was just unbelievably thankful that Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had more or less made it out of the war intact. They were alive with no lasting injuries, although they will all forever have emotional scars that they will never be rid of.

Ron and Hermione had started dating at the end of their sixth year after a very heated argument caused them to be at odds with one another for most of the year. They were now married with one child and another one on the way. Their first was eighteen months old and named Arthur Percival Weasley. He had his mother's curly brown hair and his father's baby blue eyes. He also had inherited his mother's cleverness and his father's appetite. Unfortunately for Hermione, Arthur also showed the mischievousness his twin uncles were famous for and already had a knack for pranking his poor mother. Harry was named the godfather and he couldn't be happier or prouder of his godson. He loves him more than anything in the world. 'Well, almost more than anything' Harry thought as he apparated to his apartment in London.

As Harry appeared in his apartment he sighed and started to hang up his coat and take his shoes off. He threw his keys onto his end table and thought of the one thing he loved more than his beloved godson. Ginny. They had been dating for two years and it couldn't be any better. Tonight was his two year anniversary with Ginny and he was planning on proposing after the dinner Mrs. Weasley was putting together for their sakes. He started fingering the ring box that was in his pocket and smiled in anticipation.

Harry looked at the time and realized with a jolt that he had an hour to shower and get ready before he had to be at the Burrow. He quickly undressed and ran the water. As he stepped out of the shower fifteen minutes later, he manually dried himself off and he wandlessly charmed his hair to dry. He quickly walked around his apartment gathering socks and the like before going into his bedroom to find a pair of pants and a shirt. He quickly found them but was disheartened when he realized he couldn't remember an ironing charm. "Damn it, why didn't I listen to Mione when she was lecturing me on household charms" he yelled to himself as he frantically tried to remember. Finally remembering with a smile he performed the charm. He quickly pulled on the black slacks and carefully pulled on the deep green shirt he knew Ginny loved on him. He rummaged through his discarded clothes and found the ring box and slipped it into his pocket as he grabbed his wand and apparated to the Burrow nervously awaiting his talk with Ginny.

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Ginny sat in her room in front of her desk absentmindedly playing with her necklace. It was a beautiful golden lioness pendant on a fair chain of gold. The pendant had ruby chips for eyes and a diamond chip for a nose, and was small and feminine. This one necklace was one of her most prized possessions. Harry had given it to her for her sixteenth birthday, when he first told her that he loved her and asked her to be his.

She brushed back her long hair that was full of auburn waves. She studied herself in her desktop mirror and tried to find traces of the innocent eleven-year-old she had once been. All she saw was an eighteen-year-old woman hardened by the war with Voldemort and by working in close contact with those who had been in Azkaban. While in school, Ginny had always thought she would be a medi-witch, that way she could provide direct help with those who had tried their hardest in the war. However, with the downfall of Voldemort at the end of her sixth year, the demand for medi-witches had diminished to the point where she was doubtful she would be able to get a steady job in the field, especially as a novice. She hadn't known what she wanted to do, that was until Harry had accept Minister Bones' proposition of Assistant Minister of Magic.

One of the first things Harry had done as Assistant of Minister of Magic was clear his godfather, Sirius Black, of all charges against him. Once his name was clear, Sirius' will was finally allowed to be read. Harry was shocked to find that Sirius had left half of what was left in his vault to Harry (the other half going to Remus Lupin) and that Harry had to use at least half of it on himself. The entire amount left him with several hundred million to his name alone just from Sirius' will. As per Sirius' wish, Harry kept half of it and took the rest of it and formed the Sirius Black Memorial Foundation. The foundation was set up to investigate all those who were sent to Azkaban in the past, present, and future to make sure that an injustice like the one that happened to Sirius can be righted in some way or avoided. Ginny thought it a worthy cause and when she graduated, she was accepted into the program and had so far enjoyed her work immensely despite being so close to the prison and had been praised for her work.

Ginny was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of harry arriving and greeting her mother and oldest brother, Bill. Her stomach started turning as she thought of what she had to tell Harry. With a last look in the mirror, Ginny quickly applied some more blush to her cheeks when she noticed how pale she was. Breathing deeply, Ginny braced herself for the night and slowly opened the door to her room.

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Well, that's it. It's a prelimenary chapter and I'll try and get another up today. Sorry for the blandness and the lack of dialogue but this was just to set the story up. I know it sounds cliche and if anything is recognizable from someone else's story then I want to say this now, If i have read it before I WILL give credit but otherwise the ideas are mine and if they bear resembalence to another person's story then I'm sorry but that's inevitable when you are writing fanfictions.