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Harry's Angel Final Chapter

It had been three months since the evening Hermione had broken the news to Harry Potter. Three months that were filled with moments of sweet bliss, of silly bickering, of laughter and of tears, filled with all the highs, lows and in betweens that people go through as a married couple. But most of all they were three months filled with complete love of one very special couple.

Harry remembered that evening with absolute clarity. In some ways deep inside, he had always known what Hermione had found from her research. From the moment Ginny arrived back into his life, he knew things like that didn't happen. And if it did, he knew the chance of it lasting was perhaps almost impossible. But when he had heard Hermione's words, something else had clicked in his mind other than the complete understanding of Ginny's situation. It was the understanding that came with complete trust in one's love, which was for Harry, complete faith in his life.

Ginny had taught him the meaning of life all over again. He was still alive, against all odds, after facing the darkest wizard of the century and surviving past the age of seventeen. And she was here, Perhaps, not in the complete physical sense, he smirked, thinking about the halo above her head but she was here. Although in his heart he knew she had never left him. How could she? She was a part of his soul, and perhaps whoever decided the faith of heaven/afterlife realized that. Or perhaps some cosmological force brought them together again. It didn't matter. It was almost like a paradigm shift for him. She would always be here for him, as he would always be there for her. It would never truly be over. He sought out her eyes, and smiled at her across the room. His smile seemed to bring a leap of delight in her previously forlorn face. Her eyes crinkled on the side as she smiled back at him, she was glad he understood.

Hermione's hand was waved in front of his face to get his attention back to the conversation. Hermione was still crying, not knowing the understanding Harry had just experienced. He walked up and hugged his friend. He told her he understood Ginny's condition and would like to spend every waking moment with her till she was there. Hermione had broken down at this, but Ginny had smiled, it was almost like her entire face glowed of something that was outside of this realm.

Harry had decided to take a temporary leave of absence, and spend his time at Godrick's Hollow, which Remus had fixed for him. Ginny was delighted to say the least. She kept trying to move the furniture around to suit her decoration style but ended up getting frustrated when she couldn't lift anything other than Harry's hair brush with her magic.

He had laughed at her openly after Ron and Hermione had left. She had stuck out her tongue at him. They had insisted on helping him move in. Ron wasn't aware of Ginny's presence but Harry knew she ached to hug her youngest brother. After Hermione had hugged him goodbye, while whispering about him being good to Ginny in his ears, and Ron had patted him on his back saying he should rest up his old bones, and aparated home, Ginny and himself had had their first real fight as a married couple.

A fight about Harry's old couch that he had purchased in his first year of teaching; and its place in the living room, where, according to Ginny's expert opinion it was taking too much room. He had tried countering it with his claim that it enhanced the aesthetic beauty of the room. Ginny had snorted outright at his use or knowledge of the word "aesthetic".

"Somebody has been brushing up on their decorating vocabulary behind my back," she had said. Harry had snorted in return for that comment. 'Decorative Vocabulary indeed', he had thought. Then one thing had lead to another and for some odd reason Harry had ended up lying on that same couch to sleep that night.

Of course she had woke him up with a kiss, but Harry had learnt the hard way he should stick with "yes dear" in the matters of interior decoration or almost any other issues. One of the things he liked about her was that she could never stay angry for too long. He figured she was a lot like her mother in that aspect. These three months had given them time to truly know each other. Know each other as the adults they had become, leaving behind the teenagers they had both fallen in love with.

It sometimes frustrated Harry that Ginny couldn't eat with him. He always cherished the times she cooked for him and wished he could do so someday in return. He would love to cook her breakfast and bring it up to bed, treating her like she deserved to be. The understanding of the situation did not aid with the feeling of helplessness he felt at times. She hugged him as though she could read his mind. He knew she was suffering herself. He simply hugged her back and closed his eyes. Sometimes he felt as though the magic in his parent's house comforted them both.

It was one of those nights when they were holding each other that she had whispered the words. " Its time Harry..."

"Is it?" he had whispered back holding her close.

"Yes," she had simply said, burying her face in his chest.

"How long?" he had asked, though he knew the answer in his heart.

"Right now," she had said, holding his face between her hands and gently brushing her lips with his. He responded back immediately, holding on to her waist.

The kiss was not sweet, as they usually say in the endings of romance novels, no, it was far more than that. It was endearing, just like her. It left you craving for more.

And then there was a bright light, well it wasn't really a light it was more like nothingness. It is hard to describe. His arms were bare again without Ginny snuggling into them.

He had bowed his head down, pulling his knees forward as he hugged them close. It felt like a different place without her. The magic in the bedroom must have read his mind because it generated her voice in his ears. He heard her laugh. He looked up. She was there in front of him, holding out her hands to him. She seemed sort of like she was sticking her body out from a portal. Her eyes crinkled around the corners as she smiled at him impishly, "Coming Harry?"

He shook his head in disbelief; she was up to her antics even in these crucial moments. But that's what had made him fall hopelessly in love with her in the first place. He grabbed her hands immediately, " Always," he said, as they disappeared through the portal together.

AND I AM DONE!! Yay! Lol Please Review and tell me what you think! (I am a sucker for happy endings, I also had an alternate ending in mind but I thought his worked better, do send me feedback )