That night, after the reception, everyone went home completely exhausted, but very happy. Ron and Hermione were holding hands, Mrs.Weasley had started crying again, and they all went and flopped down on the couch.

"We're leaving on our honeymoon the day after Harry's birthday." Ron said happily. Mrs.Weasley cried harder and Hermione went over and put an arm around her. "Don't cry Mrs.-- mom...it's not that bad. You know we'll visit you as much as we can." Mrs.Weasley just nodded before standing up. "I'm going to bed. I'm so tired after all that...Arthur, you coming."

"Yeah, I'll come up in a minute Mollywobbles." Harry, Ginny, and Ron tried not to laugh, and Mrs.Weasley slapped her husband on the arm. "ARTHUR!" She grabbed his hand and dragged a laughing Mr.Weasley up the stairs.

Harry scootched closer to Ginny and wrappped his arm around her shoulder. She leaned against him and grinned. "I love you Harry." Ron and Hermione looked at each other. "I won't be surprised if you two are next in line to get married." Hermione said smiling.

Ginny turned her head up to Harry and they both grinned. "Maybe."

Later, Harry and Ginny finally decided to follow the newlyweds up to bed. At the top of the stairs Ginny motioned for Harry to go with her. Harry went after Ginny, who led him to her room. "What?" he asked when he walked in.

Ginny turned to him, holding a small box. Her face looked slightly sad. "I--thought you might like to see these. I found this on my bed when I first came for the wedding. I don't know where it came from." Harry walked over and sat next to Ginny on the bed. She handed him the box, which he opened carefully.

Inside, there was a small blue blanket, that was wrapped around something else. He unwrapped the blanket and his eyes widened at what he saw. There was a picture with a burnt corner. Harry was asleep in his father's arms, and his mother was smiling at them.

There was also a birthday card with a balloon on the front. When he opened it, 'Happy Birthday' started playing quietly. It said "Happy 1st Birthday Harry! Hope you have a wonderful day. We love you! Mom and Dad."

Harry's eyes filled with tears as he closed the card. He also found a teddy bear with a blue bow around its neck. He sat there staring at the bear, wondering how long he had had that bear before it was lost, for 18 years.

Then he picked up the blanket. In one corner the letters "HJP" were embroidered in black stitches. Ginny gave Harry a hug, and he started crying into her shoulder. Ginny held him tighter, feeling on the verge of tears herself.

Ten minutes later, Harry started feeling better. He looked into Ginny's eyes. "Thanks Ginny..." he picked up the teddy bear again and sighed. "Why me? Why am I the 'Chosen One'? Why did my parents have to die, while I survived?"

"I don't know, Harry. I don't know." Ginny said quietly. She stayed with Harry for the rest of the night.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he was lying in Ginny's bed, with the teddy bear at his side. Ginny was sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at him. "Morning, sleepy head..."

Harry sat up. "What time is it?" he muttered. "It's one o' clock. Not surprising, you were up so late." Ginny told him. Harry looked down at the bear. Ginny put her hand over his. "Are you feeling better Harry?"

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine."

"Good..." she reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a box wrapped in green ribbon. "Happy birthday Harry!" Harry took the box and opened it. Inside there was a small photo album. It was filled with pictures of himself with Ginny, with Ron and Hermione, the Weasley family, and playing Quidditch at the Burrow over the summer.

"Wow! Ginny...this is great! Thanks!" He leaned forward and gave Ginny a hug and a kiss. Ginny blushed a little. "I thought you'd like that. Oh yeah...Fred and George have a surprise for you later...he coaxed out parents to go out for the night, and they won't be back until tomorrow."

Harry grinned, thinking what the twins might have set up for him.

That night after dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said good bye to everyone, and left. Fred and George turned to Harry. "You ready?" Harry laughed. "I think so..."

The twins went upstaris and brought down three crates of Firewhiskey, five boxes of sweets, and armfuls of their own products. "Let's get this party started!" they shouted.