Here is the next chapter! I seriously considered the suggestion to shorten the time span, but there are somethings happening later on and in the sequels I'm planning that I feal just wouldn't work otherwise. Harry and Ginny will still have kids though so don't worry! Also, I added a couple lines in CH 2 to make a few things a little clearer. Enjoy!
As always, I don't own any of the characters, except for Molly Weasley II, as they all belong to JK Rowling!
Harry was in France, Paris to be exact. He had bean there for 10 years now and was sort of used to it. He had to hide his scar and die his hair so on one would recognize him, but like I said, he had gotten used to his new look. He could see why Hermione liked France so much, it was beautiful. The café's, the bistros, the Eiffel Tower, and lots of people made up the splendor that is France. What Harry liked the best was all the people. It made it easy for him to hide.
Harry looked at the front page of the paper every day hoping that that day would be the day he could go home to the Burrow, his friends …and his fiancé. He still couldn't believe it. He and Ginny were engaged and would be married when he returned to England. Thinking of Ginny made his stomach lurch and his heart heavy. "Stop it Harry," he said to himself, "just stop thinking about her." He couldn't forget though. "Well, I'll just go to my favorite café and get something to eat," he said, "that always helps."
So off he went through the streets of Paris to the Café de la Chance or the café of luck. It did prove to be lucky because as Harry was searching for an open table he spied a man with red hair. Now the only people that Harry knew who had red hair were the Weasley's and when Harry looked closer at the person it was Percy Weasley himself, surrounded by a bunch of people. Suddenly a reporter came out of the shadows wearing bug buggy glasses and a quick quotes quill behind her ear. "Minister, how are things in the wizarding world right now?" she asked Percy. "Not now Rita," he replied, "I'm in a very important meeting. Ask me your questions later." Now this surprised Harry. He knew the Minister of Magic was coming to France, and he knew there was a new minister now that Scrimigor was dead, but he didn't know the minister was Percy.
"Come on Minister," Rita wasn't backing down, "at least tell us how your plans for rebuilding the wizarding world are going now that all the Death Eaters have bean dead for 5 years." Harry almost choked as he took a big sip of soda. The Death Eaters had bean dead for 5 years! How come he didn't know about this? He had to get back! He had to get back to Ron, Hermione…and Ginny. He called the waiter over, paid, and went around the corner into the empty alley. Unfortunately Harry still didn't have his apparition license so he had to take the bus. The Knight Bus was this crazy bus that muggles couldn't see. It was driven by an old man named Ernie Prang and the conductors name was Stan Shunpike. Harry didn't much like going on it, but it was the quickest way to get back to Ginny. He stuck out his wand arm and the bus appeared.
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1 crazy hour long bus ride later Harry was standing on the door step of the Burrow about to ring the door bell. He paused. This was it. He was home. He was about to see Ginny. His pulse started racing and he was having trouble breathing. What if they didn't recognize him? That was silly; he had changed his hair back and un-hid his scar. "Just do it Harry," he said to himself. The door bell rang and a plump red headed which answered the door, "Hi Mrs. Weasley, I'm back!" Mrs. Weasley let out a piercing shriek, and swung the big heavy frying pan she was holding at him. The last thing Harry saw before the dark over took him was Ginny running quickly down the stairs and looking at him in horror.
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"Is he awake?"
"Yes, I believe he's starting to finally wake up."
"Mum, is he going to be all right?"
"Of course he will dear." These were the first things Harry heard when he started to come to. He recognized them as the voices of the Weasley's, but there was one voice he didn't hear…Ginny's. Suddenly he remembered the look on her face and his heart sunk. "Why did she hate me so?" he asked himself. He groaned. Maybe if he went back to sleep it would all turn out just to be a horrible nightmare and everything would be all right when he woke up again. Unfortunately Mrs. Weasley had other plans. "Come on Harry dear, wake up," she said splashing cold water on his face. "There now, take a sip of water and you'll be just fine." Harry opened his eyes, sat up, and took the sip of water offered him by Mrs. Weasley. He was in the living room of the Burrow, in his old favorite chair. All the Weasley's' were standing around him, smiling. All but one, that is. Ginny was missing from the group, just as Harry had suspected. "Boy Harry you sure gave us quite a scare there," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Mrs. Weasley, why did you hit me with that frying pan?"
"I'm dreadfully sorry about that dear, but we thought you were an inferi."
"A what?"
"Any inferi," Ron piped in, "you know Harry, those bodies Voldemort used to use."
"Oh, those things. Why would you think I was an inferi?"
"Because dear, we thought you've bean dead for 7 years."
"And when you showed up mom made the conclusion you were an inferi so she tried to get you with the only weapon she had. Of course when it knocked you out we knew you weren't one, since nothing but magic is supposed to destroy them," Ron piped in again.
"Wait a minute; I've bean dead for 7 years!"
"Yes dear, it was in Rita Skeeter's section of the Daily Prophet 3 years after you left."
"Apparently they didn't think the great Harry Potter deserved a front page memoriam," Ron said grinning. "Why didn't you know about this Harry, you said you would read the paper every day?"
"I only read the front page. Why wasn't any information on the Death Eaters being gone printed?"
"It was dear, also in Rita Skeeter's section."
"Mr. Weasley, you said it would be on the front page."
"I know Harry, I know," Mr. Weasley said, "but since I thought you were dead I didn't see the point of pushing to have it on the front."
"I guess that makes since." Suddenly a little girl about 5 years old, with flaming red hair ran into the room shouting, "Daddy, Daddy!" Ron turned around and grinned as the little girl ran into his arms. "Hello my little angel how was the park?"
"Oh it was wonderful! Me and mommy fed the ducks, and I played on the play ground."
"Speaking of mommy, where is she Molly?"
"Here I am!" Harry gave a start. A woman with bushy brown hair and had just entered the room.
"Hello dear," said Hermione as she came over and kissed Ron.
"Hey Hermione," said Ron, "look who came back from the dead." Hermione took one look at the man sitting on the couch and, "HARRY! OH HARRY IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"
"So I've heard," Harry grumbled. "It's great to see you again too Hermione. The last time I saw you you were unconscious." He then turned to Ron, "Congrats mate, I told you everything would work out all right. When was the wedding?"
"Well," Ron said, "Hermione came to about a week after you left. I told her how I felt after another week, we went out on 5 dates, and on the fifth one I asked her to be my wife."
"And I said yes," Hermione said, "the wedding was a month later."
"Wow you guys, congratulations. Now will you please introduce me to this little mite," Harry asked, looking at the little girl hiding behind Hermione's leg.
"This is Molly. We named her after Ron's mother. We almost named her Lilly, after your mum, since we couldn't exactly name her after you."
"And how old are you," Harry questioned, turning to the girl. She immediately buried her head even further into her mother's leg.
"Now Molly," Hermione said soothingly, crouching down by her daughter, "This is a friend of mommy's and daddies. He's very nice. Why don't you tell him what a big girl you are."
Molly walked forward and shyly held up 5 fingers. "Five," said Harry feigning surprise, "why, you are a big girl." She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth. Harry suddenly remembered something and pulled the croissant he had ordered out of his trunk. "Here, enjoy." The girls brown eyes grew wide and she grabbed the treat and went into the kitchen. Harry chuckled to himself. He liked this little imp and felt they would become best friends.
Well, that's that. I'll try and get chapter 4 up tomorrow. Please read and review!