December 25, 2005
The cemetery was still cold as Harry Potter walked towards the headstone that he had come to know so well. His wife was currently walking beside him, little baby James in her arms. He had been terrified when he had found out that Ginny was pregnant, but it was worth it to have another Potter be in the world now.
Ever since that Christmas during the Horcrux Hunt, he had been coming to the cemetery every year on this day. He felt a he felt a soft hand slip into his as snow began to lightly fall. It was approaching evening and quite cold, but what good was being a witch or wizard if they had the inability to put up a heating charm to keep the cold out. Harry was grateful for the support that Ginny showed him as he approached the graves. He let his hand slip out and knelt by the headstone, conjuring a wreath of flowers, just like he had done since 1997, when Hermione had done it for him.
"Hello, Mum. Dad."
He took in the pristine white of the marble that made up the headstone, it had been another year gone by since he had been here, to catch his parents up on all the things he had done.
"I bet you won't believe it, but I'm a dad now! It's kind of crazy, I was scared, still am really, that I might mess this up. I've never had a dad to really look up to who was a constant in my life, and I have no idea what I'm doing. I went to Arthur Weasley for advice, just to see what he would say. He said that because I felt that fear, meant I would probably do alright."
He gestured for Ginny to come over and she did, kneeling down carefully with their son in her arms.
"Let me introduce you to your grandson, James Sirius Potter, probably going to give McGonagall a heart attack when he eventually gets to Hogwarts."
Harry felt his lips twitch at the thought as he gazed at his parents' grave.
"I wanted to bring him, because this might be the last time I come on this day, I have a family now, and I want to make you proud. Maybe now I can start coming and seeing you on days other than Christmas."
He hugged Ginny close to him as he gazed down at the headstone, before looking down at his son.
No matter what anyone else said, this had always been what he had been fighting for during the reign of Voldemort. He now had what the Mirror of Erised had shown him all those years ago, but in a different way than his then eleven year old mind could really comprehend. Harry Potter now had a family, and though there had been many hard times and many mistakes to get to this point, he truly felt content.