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Chapter 2
Home
Ginny play's professional quidditch for the Holyhead Harpies, and she's damn good at it. Money isn't really an issue for us, so when she decides she doesn't want to play anymore she can quit at any time, but if she wanted to play until she's 80 I'm fine with that too. Right now I'm teaching flying lessons to first years at Hogwarts, but that's about it. I'm still too messed up from my shitty abusive childhood and nearly being killed more times then I can count during my adolescence to do much else. Apparently I have PTSD.
Ginny and I have been married for almost five years now. We have a son, James Cedric. I live for my wife and my son. He wasn't planned but sometimes the best things in life are surprises. We also have a dog, Tucker, he's technically my service dog, he helps we with my anxiety and panic attacks. We live in a small cottage out in the countryside our nearest neighbor is over a mile away. It's quiet and peaceful and perfect.
Sometimes my depression overwhelms me, sometimes I go back to the days where I just wish my life would end but as always my Ginny is there for me. It's gotten better, but it never really goes away. I try not to show how I feel in front of my son, I don't want him growing up thinking his dad his sad all the time. My therapist says I shouldn't pretend to be happy when I'm not, that it's okay to admit I'm feeling down, even in front of my boy. I just want him to have a happy childhood, the childhood I had always dreamed of.
"Harry."
My eyes drifted down from the sky where I was hovering on my broom to see my wife. She smiled and waved. Grinning, I zoomed down from the air and landed beside her.
Tucker who had been several yards away ran to me as soon as my two feet were on the ground. He never leaves my side. When Ginny's away I need him the most.
"Your home." I wasted no time in pulling her into a tight embrace. She had been on the road for three weeks. I was really starting to miss her.
"I am...where's Jamie?"
"Hermione has him. She came by this morning to drop off some bread she had made and asked if James could join them on their trip to the London zoo."
"Oh, that's wonderful, he loves to zoo."
"That he does."
"So...did Ron go?" She asked her brown eyes glimmered with hope.
Harry shook his head, "Sadly no. He messed up pretty bad this time Ginny, I don't know if Hermione's going to let it go this time."
"No, I suppose not."
Ron, having always dreamed of fame and glory quickly let the notoriety of personally helping bring down Voldemort go to his head and has continued to bask in it for the past seven years. This time, without consulting either myself or Hermione he wrote a biography about our year searching for Horcruxes and lets just say it wasn't exactly 100 percent accurate. I was angry and rightfully so, Hermione she was more hurt than anything else. They had been separated for a little over five months now, Ron was staying with his parents. The worst part was that Hermione had found out she was pregnant with twins a few days after the book came out.
"So, since we have the afternoon to ourselves, what do you want to do?" She asked, taking my hand as we began to walk towards the house. Tucker following dutifully besides us.
"Oh, I think we should go straight to our room and make up for the three weeks I have had to go without your pussy."
Ginny laughed and shook her head, "Your so crude, Harry."
It response I let go of her hand, quite literally swept her off my feet and carried her off to our bedroom.
Life is always better when I have her. The love of my life.
My Ginny.
