Hoho😊just thought we need a 100% happy fanfic

The war had ended. People died, but justice lived. Some torches were snuffed, but true love for the world was still burning, until forever. Celebration was everyone, just like what it always should've been. No war, but no time was quietness and Sundays with books on laps. Laughter… grins.

The Weasleys rushed back to their home, mending their bruises and scratches and pains with love… yes, love… the Burrow had never seemed so fine… the sky had never seemed so blue… the atmosphere never so light… the gnomes never so welcoming…

Molly, happier than ever, waved her I-KILLED-BELLATRIX-I-KILLED-BELLATRIX wand and started killing hunger and pigs instead. Fred, George, and Bill ran around adding funny little decorations- joke boards, chocolate fountains (and Pygmy Puffs), while Charlie, Fleur, and Ginny helped set the table and the rooms and everything up. Percy was sent to go pick up Aunt Muriel, but he was excited. Loved, too. Arthur had his weasel patronuses flying everywhere, congratulating, and thanking anyone they met anywhere they went.

Just as the preparations for the grand party (and yes, grand!) were almost finished being put up, Harry opened the door and was immediately showered by 'Harry!'s, he smiled but put a finger in front of his lips. He nodded towards outside the Burrow, and everyone peeked out, one head above another, partly hiding behind the rusty but beautiful brown doorframe. There they saw (who? Who? Who?) Ron and Hermione holding hands and looking in each other's eyes, only going around in circles and occasionally snipping each other.

Fred and George, as teasers, let out enormous 'awwww's and magically magicked rose petals to surround Romione and float down slowly in an extremely romantic which until then, seemed to be able to exist only in movies (just not going to mention that Harry Potter may only be movies too, though if it isn't, I will be very jealous). Molly ushered the twins in, but then did the same to Romione too, though in an even happier way. Love was in the air, and everyone loved it.

This was proved once again when the Lupins arrived. Not just Remus (my bro), not just Tonks (my goddess), not just Andromeda (the only Andromeda I know so my Andromeda) (and YES, I know she isn't a Lupin but still, c'mon), but also little, cute, sweet, turquoise-haired, not-werewolf-but-Lupin, amazing, metamorphmagus Teddy Remus Lupin. The kiddo immediately caught everyone's attention and had them all by his side swooning over him without having him even move his finger. Well, maybe a a change of his hair color to become half light brown, and the other half the famous bubblegum pink, making his head strange and weird at first, but unique and beautiful if people looked a little closer towards the details.

Everyone was choosing their seats by the long table when Ginny felt someone tugging her hand. She recognized the touch and let herself be guided into heaven by her destiny, well, if heaven was that little corner by Ron's bedroom where Forge and Gred always stood with tiptoes when they wanted to prank their younger brother at 3 o' clock in the morning. But then, in that moment, the spot was heaven, and Harry Potter looked like Heaven's angel himself, standing shyly before her, holding his hands behind his back. 'Ummm…' said Harry, the boy-who-lived-but-couldn't-look-a-Weasley-girl-straight-in-the-eye, 'So… you know that I disappeared for a short moment just then?'

She knew. And she for hell knew it wasn't a 'short moment'.

'Mum was freaking out looking for you.' She replied.

Harry nodded, 'tell Mrs. Weasley I'm sorry, please, but I umm… kinda apparated to Hogsmeade and I, well… bought you these.' He shoved a bunch of roses into her chest, the flowers matching the color of his cheeks. But the flowers were blooming, and so were both of their hearts and souls.

'I didn't know what you like, so I umm… took some time and finally settled on these classics.'

So that was why he took such a long time.

Molly called up to them 'dinner's ready! Ginny! Harry!', and the twins sang 'Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Potter! Stop smooching! It's not funny!' Ginny blushed and they headed downstairs and found Fred and George doing a bad impression of two people passionately (almost) kissing each other. Ginny and Harry did not give a shit at all, for some reason. SOME reason.

Dinner was served. So was peace.