Since having been of age, Harry didn't have a proper place to live in and was casually invited by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to stay with them. However, treated as part of the family he was, he didn't quite feel right to live with them. Everyone was still recovering from the war. The Weasley's being a close-knit family were still mourning their loss of Fred and Harry felt that a frequent visit would be enough as of the moment.

After the war, Harry decided to go back to the one place he believe would be perfect as some sort of refuge and that was Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Regardless of the bitter memories that were made by the predecessors of this great house Harry believed that there are ways of purging it from further unpleasantness and filling it with something worth reliving. Besides there were already some memories that he felt were worth remembering inside the four walls of the Black's ancestral house. Like the summer he spent with his godfather, the rest of the Order, the Weasleys, and Hermione.

Harry had already invited Mrs. Tonks and Teddy to live with him after learning that the Tonks' place was destroyed. Mrs. Tonks who was staying at Lupin's small cottage with the baby was delighted with the invitation but firmly made it clear to Harry that this was a temporary arrangement until she gets the Lupin's cottage properly sorted. Harry couldn't be happier. After all he was baby Teddy's godfather and it was his responsibility to look after Teddy. Like himself, Teddy was orphaned due to a war against evil. And unlike the neglect Harry experienced with the Dursleys, Harry vowed that Teddy will never know that feeling and will grow up to know his parents and how they fought at the cost of their lives so that their son may live in a much better place.

Suddenly a loud crashing sound came from the kitchen. That would be Ron, thought Harry. Some of the Weasleys decided to help him prep the place for Mrs. Tonks and the baby that day.

"Hey, mate!" Ron said while helping Hermione up from the fireplace. "George and Ginny are coming. Mum's gonna stop by to drop some food later."

"Hey, Harry," said Hermione with a hug. Under her arm were some books.

"What's that you've got there?" asked Harry.

"Oh, just some books about enchantments on how to keep a baby-friendly house. There's also over all protective spells and how to brew some baby food and formula. Got them from Mrs. Weasley."

Harry did consider all these things but couldn't really wrap his head on how to go about it. It was just so Hermione-ish of Hermione to think and act quickly of these things.

"Thanks, Hermione. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it."

Another hurtling sound came from the hearth and out came George and Ginny from the green bellowing fires.

"Hey there Harry!" George said giving Harry a brotherly slap on the back. "So where does this demolishing start? I invited some decorator friends of mine to help you with the little tyke's room. You can choose the colors and stuff. Not to worry I have it all arranged don't worry about the bills. Nah! No, this is not for you, Chosen One!" George said, as Harry was about to protest. "This is for the little tyke. Second floor, first room to the left I believe?"

Harry nodded. George winked and left.

"C'mon, Ron!" said Hermione tugging Ron by the arm. She gave Harry a knowing smile and Ron a not so friendly one.

Ginny seemed to brush off the Floo powder's aftermath ashes twice as long.

Harry sighed inward. He knew this … confrontation was going to happen soon. It has been three months since the Battle of Hogwarts. It has been three months since he properly talked to Ginny.

Finally after running a hand in her flaming red hair she looked at him with those soft chocolate brown eyes. "Yes, Harry?"

She looked rather tired, Harry thought. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Coffee I think. Black." She sat down at the nearest chair her hands clasp together.

"Here." He handed her a mug and sat across her with a brew of his own. She was looking down at her hands and the coffee between it, not drinking. "How are you, Gin?"

"Getting by." She looked up giving him a weak smile. "And you?"

"The same. Listen, Ginny…" He covered her hands with his and felt it rather cold and slightly shaking. "Do you still feel the same about me?"

"You know I do, Harry." She gave a little squeeze with her hands. "How about you? Do you still feel the same way?"

"You know that I feel the same way too. It never stopped, Ginny." Harry felt relieved saying this to her. But he could not explain why there was still some awkwardness between them.

"It doesn't feel quite right, doesn't it?" Ginny said with a smile. Harry didn't know what to say. "The war changed all of us, Harry. It'll just take some time to start over again. At least that's what Hermione said."

"Do you think we can ever recover from all the things that had happened?"

"I don't know. We can try."

There was another moment of silence but this time it was less tense.

"You must know I never wanted to leave you, Ginny. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way." He gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand gently tilted her chin so her eyes would meet his.

"I know. I understand why you had to do what you did." She brought his hands to her lips.

"How about starting over again? What do you say, Gin?"

"I think that's a great idea."

They stood up and reach for each other for a warm embrace. Harry missed her flowery scent. He missed her flaming red hair and big brown eyes. He missed the warmth and softness of her body being near his.

He kissed the top of her head just to make sure that she was really there right where she belongs. In his arms.