Harry flew high in the sky. It was mid February, and the conditions were perfect. From up this high, he could see the nearby town of Godric's Point. When he'd wandered back to Godric's Hollow to visit his parents grave for his Mother's birthday, he found himself drawn to his first home. Afer giving it serious thought, he decided to tear down their house and re-build a home of his own. He'd hired a local building company and asked if he could help them. At the thought of free labour, they happily agreed.

He'd grown to love these two little towns, and looked forward to living amongst the friendly people. He was pleased with how quickly his new house was coming along, and had enjoyed helping out the builders. He greeted his neighbours, wanting to be a part of this small, tight community. He often wandered over the graveyard after a long day to update his parents. He often met up with Father Dornan. The two had long talks of Spirituality, of life after death, of finding peace. More and more, Harry felt like he was making the right decision to live here. The only downside was that Ginny had still not returned. Word had come through the day before that Bill and Fleur had married on Valentine's Day, so he hoped to hear from her soon. If not, he was determined that he would go and find her. They builders were needing decorating decisions for the house, and he wanted Ginny's input for that.

It was his lunch break, and he'd eaten quickly so he could get in a fly. As he glided along, he spied his faithful companion, Ben. He'd taken to coming to visit Harry nearly every day. Sometimes Harry took him for a fly. Harry usually made extra sandwiches to share with him. Looking down, he saw that today Ben had brought his older sister Rebecca with him. Harry swooped down, greeting them and invited them to help themselves to his lunch box. As he ducked and weaved, he heard six year old Ben explaining to Rebecca all Harry's moves, almost word for word as Harry had explained it to him. Harry smiled. The little guy had wormed his way into Harry's heart. Sometimes he wondered if Ben needed Harry as much as he needed Ben for company.

Ben settled back, his belly full, to watch Harry fly. He made it look so effortless. He wanted to fly just like Harry some day. He couldn't wait for Harry's home to be built, because then Harry would be there every day. As long as Ben didn't get adopted, he could come over and they could be together. Maybe he could get Harry to teach him to fly.

A movement caught Ben's attention. He looked up, but Harry was flying in the opposite direction. Ben turned back and saw a lady approaching. She was very pretty, for a girl. Her hair was all shiny and red and golden and her eyes were following Harry's movements. Suddenly Ben got a sense of foreboding. This girl was interested in Harry.

"Hello," he called out to her.

She drew her gaze away from Harry and turned it on the little boy. She walked over to him. "Hello."

"I'm Ben. This is Becky, my sister," he said, standing up. He hated when adults stood over him.

"Rebecca," she corrected, "hi."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you. Do you live in this pretty town?" she asked them.

"No, we live in the orphanage over in Godric's Point. We just come over to visit with Harry," said Ben.

Her eyes went back to the figure in the sky, now doing loops. His back was to them.

"He's the best flyer I've ever seen," said Ben.

She nodded, her eyes not leaving the sky.

"Did you want to talk to him? Harry?" asked Ben,

"Yes," she said simply.

"He doesn't like it when people make a big deal out of him, just so you know," said Ben.

"Hush, Ben," said Rebecca, with an apologetic look at the pretty witch. The witch nodded, amused.

"He might not even want to talk to you. He's really pri-pri-what's that word?"

"Private," said Rebecca and the witch together.

"Right-that. He talks to us cos we're his friends. Are you his friend too?" asked Ben, suspiciously.

The witch nodded, her gaze swinging back up to the figure in the sky.

"Well, why haven't we seen you before? Harry's been awful lonely, 'cept for me and Father Dee. Friends should stick around, when other friends need 'em," he said, hands on his hips.

"I've been away. I just got back to England less than an hour ago, and here I am," said the witch.

"What's your name? Maybe I should ask Harry if he wants to talk to you," said Ben, suspiciously.

"Oh, I-"

"Ginny?"

Ginny swung around to see Harry seated on his broom, hovering a couple of feet above her. he stared at her as if he couldn't believe it was her. "Harry," she said, breathlessly.

He glided effortlessly down, threw his broom where he landed and strode toward her. As he got closer, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. Ginny clung to his arms, returning the kiss.

"Yep, they're friends all right," sighed Rebecca. Being ten, she found the whole thing very romantic.

Harry and Ginny broke apart, but Harry just had to kiss her again. "Is it really you? Merlin, are you really here?"

Ginny laughed. "Yes, I'm really here. I'm home, Harry."

He picked her up and twirled her around. "Merlin, I missed you so much."

"I've missed you so much, and I'm sorry for staying away for so long," said Ginny.

"I knew you must have had reasons. I know I did," said Harry, brushing some of her hair off her face and behind her ear.

Ginny nodded. "I'll tell you about them when, uh, we're alone. Now, tell me what you are doing here in Godric's Hollow?"

"I'm building my home. Just the way I want it. I'm going to live here, just like my parents did," said Harry, proudly, gesturing to the home being built behind them. "The people have been so welcoming to me. It was hard, but I decided to pull down my parents house and re-build on the land. I think they'd approve."

"And he's been taken me flyin'," said Ben, keeping a keen eye on their reunion.

"This is Ben and his sister, Rebecca. Ben was my first friend in Godric's Hollow. He's my buddy, aren't you, Ben?" teased Harry.

Ben nodded happily. "Me and Harry are best buds. He might even teach me to fly," he said, with a hopeful glance at Harry.

"Tell you what, Ben. I'm going to leave now with Ginny, but can you look after my broom for me?" asked Harry, unable to take his eyes off Ginny.

"Leave? But it's only lunch time?" asked Ben, worriedly. Harry never left early. "You'll come back, right?"

"Of course I'll be back," he murmured, not taking his eyes off Ginny. Her eyes were fixed on his face too.

Rebecca sighed in envy. She had an inkling was going on, even if Ben didn't.

"You promise, Harry?" asked Ben, desperately. He feared that he might not see Harry again.

"I'll be back, Ben. I promise," said Harry, patting his head.

Ginny smiled at Rebecca and Ben, who scowled at her. He'd known she was going to be trouble.

Harry gathered Ginny in his arms. "I'll side-apparate you," he said huskily. "See you soon, kids."

In a flash they were gone. Ben sat and ate the rest of Harry's lunch box gloomily. Girls! They ruined everything!

Ginny and Harry Apparated back to Grimmauld Place. Sirius poked his head out of the kitchen. "Hey, you found him! Will you -?"

He didn't get to ask his question. Harry and Ginny kissed, then Harry Apparated them upstairs. Sirius heard her giggle, then nothing.

He chuckled. "Guess that would be a no to joining us for lunch! Dinner, maybe?"

Harry and Ginny didn't join them for dinner either.

Ben came to Godric's Hollow every day for five days, bringing Harry's broom with him, but there was no word or sighting of Harry. Ben began to get worried that Harry had forgotten all about him.

Then suddenly, one day he was back. Ben was kicking stones along the path, sure that he wouldn't see Harry again today, but then he heard Harry's chuckle and he looked up. In the distance, there they were, flying together. Ginny was flying lead and to Ben's surprise, she was really good. He kicked up his heels and ran the rest of the way.

"Harry, Harry, you're back," he yelled.

Ginny and Harry looked over and, from behind Ginny, Harry waved. Ginny flew down to ground level and Harry hopped off. Ginny then flew back up, leaving Harry and Ben alone.

Ben dropped Harry's broom and rushed over to him. Harry held his arms out and Ben ran into them. "I thought you might never come back. I was so scared. I even went to church and prayed," the little boy said shakily.

"Oh Ben. I told you I'd come back, mate," sighed Harry, hugging the little boy.

"I looked after your broom, Harry. I brung it every day and I even polished it for you," he said earnestly.

"That surely deserves a reward," said Ginny, coming down from the sky. She dismantled gracefully. "Shall we have lunch? We waited for you to come."

Ben looked over to see her opening a big picnic basket. "What have you got in there?" he asked, curiously. He was still pretty mad at her for taking Harry away, but he was hungry, and, after all, he was a growing boy.

"Hmm, cheese and tomato sandwiches, chicken sandwiches, crisps, fruit, juice, chocolate bars. Pretty much everything a growing boy needs. Even-"

"I like jam sandwiches," said Ben stubbornly.

Ginny held up a package. "Jam sandwiches." She tossed one his way.

Ben opened it and took a bite. It was delicious. "It's pretty good," he said, begrudgingly.

"So Ben, what's been happening?" asked Harry, settling back against a rock.

"Where were you?" asked Ben.

"I'm sorry, mate. Ginny and I had a lot of catching up to do, and a lot of friends to see together," said Harry.

"So you'll be back here every day now?" asked Ben.

"I reckon so. Most days, anyway. The house has really come on," sighed Harry happily. "I can't wait to get it finished, then we can decorate it and move in."

Ginny nodded happily.

"She's moving in with you? Why?" asked Ben, snagging another sandwich.

Ginny chuckled as Harry eased her back between his legs. She rested her head on his chest, her back to his front. His arms encircled her. "Ginny and I are going to be married and live here."

"Can I still come and visit?" asked Ben worriedly. He reached for a pack of crisps.

"Of course. You and Rebecca will always be welcome at ours," said Ginny. She looked over yonder. "How many kids are in the orphanage at the moment?"

Ben shrugged. "Not many." He went to get a chocolate bar, but Ginny handed him an apple. He looked at her and she stared back. "You can take the chocolate bar for later. Fruit first."

It was a battle of wills. They eyed each other. Ben finally backed down.

"Boy, you're gonna be a tough mum," he said, approvingly.

"Yep. Harry will be the softy," laughed Ginny.

"Hey, that's not true, I can be tough," he protested, laughing. He had a feeling she was right, though.

Ben finished his apple, then leaned against Harry's side. He heard Harry and Ginny talking and laughing. For a girl, he supposed Ginny was okay. She smelled real nice, and she had a nice laugh. Ben liked that she made Harry laugh. Maybe it would all be okay. With that thought in mind, Ben drifted off to sleep.

"He's asleep," said Harry, softly.

"Poor little kid. He really was worried he wouldn't see you again," said Ginny, looking at the little boy affectionately.

"Hello again Harry. It's good to see you again. Your little friend was most concerned for you," smiled Father Dornan."

"Hello Father. It's good to see you too. Father, as you can see, Ginny's back," he said proudly.

"Hello, it's nice to see you again" said Ginny.

"And you. Now I know why Harry has such a big smile on his face," chuckled Father Dornan. He looked down at the little boy by Harry's side. Harry looked down too.

"I can't believe he dragged my broom over here every day," said Harry.

"I offered him to leave it in my office at the church, but he wouldn't hear of it," said Father Dornan.

"How many children are in the orphanage, Father?" asked Ginny.

"About ten at present. Rebecca and Ben are the only siblings. I know the orphanages close to central London are close to full," sighed Father Dornan. "I pray we'll find a solution. I'm heading over to Godric's Point now."

Ginny nodded. "Harry has been telling me about the town's history. He's very taken with your community spirit. He's told me he's already been welcomed home by many of the locals."

Father Dornan chuckled. "Yes, he was born here, so he is considered a Citizen. This town has a proud history and his family is a big part of that."

"Everyone has been so friendly. I even had someone from the papers sniffing around, looking for me, and they were quckly told to get out of town," said Harry, happily.

"We protect our own," nodded Father Dornan.

"Then this sounds like the perfect place for Harry Potter to live," sighed Ginny.

"Harry Potter and family," corrected Harry.

Ben stirred. "Hey, you're still here. Can we go for a fly?" he asked sleepily.

Father Dornan chuckled. "I'll leave you to it. Harry, the house is coming along nicely. Goodbye Ginny, I'll be seeing you again." He nodded and walked away.

Harry and Ginny looked back to Ben. "How about we go for a walk through the house. You and I can show Ginny what we talked about, then we'll go for a fly."

"Okay," said Ben, still sleepy.

Harry picked him up and swung him on his shoulders. "Hang on." Ben giggled as he held on to Harry's ears. They walked over to the house, greeting the builders and grabbing some hard hats. Harry plucked Ben off his shoulders and then Harry took Ginny's hand and led her through their house. Ginny loved all Harry's ideas, making a mental note to make sure there was no cupboard under the stairs. They could have a storage nook, or make it into a book case or something. When she mentioned it to him, he squeezed her hand.

"I love it Harry. It's going to be a real home," she sighed happily.

Harry pulled her close. "Our home," he sighed happily, nuzzling her neck.

"Can we fly now?" asked Ben, bored with all the kissing and stuff.

"Later," whispered Harry to Ginny. He kissed her quickly.

"Let's go Ben. You and me flying against Ginny?" asked Harry.

Ben nodded happily, and they spent the next hour flying around Godric's Hollow. They even flew him home to the orphanage, waving to Father Dornan as they passed him on their way. They flew around and landed in the back garden. The other children gathered around, excited.

"Hello," said Rebecca shyly.

"Hello again, Rebecca," said Ginny. She was amused to see all the children fussing around Harry. He was having a blast with them all, showing them his broom. Ben was doing all the talking, pointing out features and telling them how well Harry could fly.

"Hello. I'm Mrs Dayton, and I run the orphanage." An older woman approached them, smiling as she saw the children around Harry.

"Hello, I'm Ginny. Harry and I flew Ben home," said Ginny.

"He's been very worried about Harry. He kept his broom under his bed, wouldn't be parted from it," said Mrs Dayton.

"That's so sweet. So, these are all the children?" asked Ginny, looking around. Rebecca was the eldest, with most of the children five and under.

"Yes. Those two are leaving us this week," said Mrs Dayton, pointing out two children.

"Are you under Godric's Hollow jurisdiction?" asked Ginny, curiously.

"Yes, we use their church and we go to the town meetings. We used to be one big town, but some very dark magic separated us. The bridge re-connected us," explained Mrs Dayton.

"How involved is the town when it comes to the orphanage?" asked Ginny.

"Oh, very. Every year we have someone go over the building to make sure it's up to safety standards. If anything needs updating, the town has a fund for it, and there's never any shortage of volunteers to help. It truly is a lovely town," said Mrs Dayton.

"Are there many young families here?" asked Ginny.

"Quite a few. Most youngsters leave the family home, go out and start their career, but when it comes to starting a family, most of them return to Godric's Hollow eventually," she beamed.

"Like Harry," smiled Ginny.

"We're very happy that Harry will be living here," nodded Mrs Dayton.

"Well, I can assure you that Harry is happy to be living here too. From what I've seen, it's a lovely town," said Ginny, smiling as she watched Harry with the children.

"Ginny would you like to see my room?" asked Rebecca, shyly.

"I'd love to," said Ginny, holding her hand out to the little girl.

"Me too," said a little four year old. "My woom."

"I'd love to see your room too," said Ginny, holding out her other hand. They dragged her inside and showed her around.

The building was well maintained and it looked like a happy place, despite being an orphanage. The children seemed happy and well cared for but they did all long to be part of a real family.

"Gin? Love, where are you?" Harry was calling from downstairs.

"Up here, Harry," she called.

"Hawwy," giggled Bree, the little four year old.

Harry poked his head in. "Here you are," he sighed in relief.

"I'm being given the tour," she said.

"It's time for us to go," he said.

"Nooo. No go," said Bree, shaking her head, burrowing closer to Ginny.

Ginny picked her up and cuddled her. "We'll come back, sweetie."

Bree picked up her teddy. "You have." She handed it to Ginny.

Ginny smiled tearfully. "No, Mr Bear needs to stay with you. He'd miss you if he came home with me. I'll come back another day and visit with you and Mr Bear, okay?" She handed it back to Bree.

Bree cuddled her bear and nodded. "And Hawwy?"

Harry chuckled. Ginny nodded. "Yeah, Harry will come visit too."

"Okay," said Bree. She ran out, with Harry and Ginny following.

"You ready to go?" Harry asked her as they went downstairs.

Ginny nodded. "It's a great town Harry. I think we're going to be very happy here."

Ben ran up to them. "Are you going? Will you be back tomorrow?" he asked.

Harry nodded. "Not till late afternoon, though. We'll see you then."

"Bye Ginny," said Rebecca.

"Bye Rebecca," waved Ginny and Harry, which made Rebecca blush. They picked up their brooms and thanked Mrs Dayton for her time. The children all waved goodbye and Harry and Ginny apparated back to Grimmauld Place.