The midday sun shone down upon the sleepy village. A light breeze caused the leaves on the trees to rustle gently. The simple quiet that surrounded the village was momentarily disturbed by a loud pop. Out of nowhere, a red haired girl wrapped in the arms of a black haired boy appeared, just outside the village boundaries.

"Harry? Where are we?" asked the red headed girl as she slowly pulled herself out of the young man's arms so she could get a better look at where they had appeared.

"Where it all began for me," Harry replied. He smiled as he watched Ginny come to the realisation of what he had meant by this.

"Godric's Hollow! We are in Godric's Hollow!" she replied in excitement.

"After my disastrous trip at Christmas, I have been wanting to come back here. I feel like this could help me with finding the closure I need about their deaths. Plus, I did promise to share everything about myself with you and I definitely want to share this with the woman that I love," Harry explained.

Ginny smiled at him with that blazing look in her eyes that always made his heart melt. He pulled her back into his arms and gently kissed her. As he pulled away, he smiled back at her, happy to be sharing this tragic part of his past with her.

"Come on, I have got so much that I want to show and share with you!" he said as he took her hand in his and led her into the village towards the war monument.

As they approached the war monument, Harry turned his head to look at Ginny, waiting to see her reaction to it now they were close enough to view it properly. As he had expected, her eyes grew wide in surprise as she gasped at what she was actually seeing. The monument now appeared to them in the form of a statue of a man, a woman and a baby, of him, of his family. He continued to watch her as she stared in amazement, smiling with joy at the sight that had been presented to her. He felt her move her arms around his waist as he turned back to look at the statue of him and his parents. He pulled her in closer as they stood in silence, gazing up at the faces of his parents.

Eventually, they moved away, arms wrapped around each others' waists, walking in a comfortable silence, further into the village towards Harry's next intended stop. To Harry, the village looked much different to his previous visit. It was much more beautiful and peaceful than he had remembered. He could not help but think that perhaps this could be a potential place for him and Ginny to settle down and start a family, despite all that had happened there for him. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he led Ginny towards the familiar kissing gate and passed through it and into the graveyard of the church. Feeling more relaxed than he had done previously, he led Ginny directly to the graves of the most importance to him.

Harry took Ginny's hand and held it tightly in his as they both knelt down in front of his parents' graves. Having her there, beside him, gave him the support and courage to do what he had been previously unable to do.

"Hey Mum. Hey Dad," Harry began. "I did it. It's over. I managed to defeat him. Riddle has gone for good this time. The war is finally over. I'm finally free to live my life the way I want to." Harry could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes as he felt Ginny rest her head on his shoulder. Sensing how emotional being here was for Harry, Ginny whispered,

"Harry, take as much time as you need. I am here with you for as however long you need to do this."

Grateful for her words of support, Harry rested his head on hers and took a couple of minutes to compose himself. When he finally felt ready to continue talking, he wiped the lingering tears from his eyes and gave Ginny's hand a squeeze as a sign of appreciation for the warmth and comfort she was yet again providing him.

"So Dad, it would appear I have the same weakness for red heads as you did," Harry continued as he laughed. " This is Ginny, my girlfriend. She is the reason I survived this war. She gave me the strength I needed over this past year. And I know in my heart with absolute certainty that she is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with."

He stopped to look down at Ginny, who he noticed was blushing at his words. However, as she looked back up at him, he could also see her love for him shining brightly in her eyes. He bent down and captured her lips with his and kissed her with every fibre of his being. As he pulled away, he smiled at her before turning back to look at the graves of his parents.

"I only wish you could be here now so you could meet Ginny. I know you would have loved and approved of her. Everyone keeps telling us that she reminds them of you Mum. Ask Sirius and Remus about her as they had gotten to know her." Harry finished with a smile filled with sorrow.

Ginny felt her heart swell with love as she listened to the beautiful words Harry was saying about her to his parents. She felt proud of him for having the courage to talk to his parents, knowing how emotional it was for him. She knew that this was her chance to be able to speak to his parents and to tell them just how amazing their son was.

"Hi Mr Potter, Mrs Potter," she carefully began as she felt Harry squeeze her hand encouraging her to continue.

"I want to say thank you to you for producing your amazing son. He may not have had the easiest life, but I feel that even in the short amount of time you were with him as a family, the amount of love you showed and gave him helped towards making him become the kind and generous man he is today. I feel so incredibly lucky to have him in my life and I want to promise you, and him, that I will do everything I can make to make him happy and I will show and give him as much love as I can for the rest of our lives." As she spoke these words, she felt his love for her through the way he held her hand, knowing he appreciated every word she was saying.

"See, she is amazing!" Harry exclaimed. " I really have no idea how I would have gotten through the last couple of years without her." As he continued, he gently pulled Ginny into his arms, holding her close to him. "Her family have been amazing as well. They took me in, even though they didn't have to. Made me feel part of their family. Ginny's parents even asked me this morning to call them Mum and Dad. And I want to, I really want to, but it didn't feel right to do so until I told you first. I know you won't mind as I know you will be happy that I am a part of a family who loves me like you do."

"All of us Weasleys love him. My brothers all consider him to be another one of them and my parents consider him to be another one of their sons. Harry has done so much for my family, he has saved so many of our lives. The only way we can repay him has been to take him in and take care of him."

Harry appreciated her words and placed a kiss on her head before continuing.

"Before we go, I just wanted to say thank you for watching over me all these years. And thank you for coming to me in the forest that night and giving me the strength and courage to face Voldemort." With those words, Harry conjured a bouquet of lilies and laid them on his parents' grave, with a promise to return soon.

"Are you ok?" Ginny asked as they left the graveyard.

"Surprisingly I am," Harry replied as he stopped and cupped her face in his hands. " Thank you for coming with me…..thank you for saying those beautiful words…..thank you for being you…..and thank you for loving me, I love you," he finished, punctuating each thank you with a kiss.

"I love you too. I always have and I always will," Ginny whispered as she leaned in and kissed him. After a couple of minutes, Harry reluctantly pulled away.

"I have one more place I want to show you. I didn't really get the chance to have a proper look at Christmas. Even so, I need your support for this as this will be the most difficult one for me to return to," he explained.

Ginny did not reply as she knew instantly where they were heading to next. She merely nodded and took his hand as he led them to the other end of the village. She knew his story well, she had grown up with it. He had told her about seeing the memory through Riddle's eyes, but to know that she was about to see the house where it had all happened, she knew that this would now make the story a reality for her. She was not sure how she felt about what she was about to see. Harry had told her about seeing the destruction, but she decided now was the time to push aside whatever it was she was feeling so she could instead concentrate on supporting Harry.

After a few more minutes of walking, the cottage came into view. The grass and ivy had grown considerably since December, making the damage to the right side of the top floor look even more haunting than it had previously. Harry heard Ginny gasp in shock, both of them having tears in their eyes as they surveyed the devastation before them.

"Oh Harry, this is…..this is just awful," Ginny sobbed. "I never even imagined it would be as bad as this."

Harry pulled her into his arms, allowing her to cry into his chest as he held her tightly and soothingly rubbed his hand up and down her back to try and help calm her from the shock. But he then had an idea as he suddenly remembered something he had seen on his previous visit, something he had thought was brilliant. He carefully reached out with one hand and touched the rusted gate, and as before the sign rose into the air before them.

"Wow!" Ginny quietly said in awe. "All these messages are amazing!"

"I know," Harry replied. "Though Hermione was not too impressed." Harry could not help but chuckle at the memory of her reaction.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"I doubt she would be too impressed by all the new messages thanking me either."

"What? Unlike you who hates everyone who thanks him all because he saved the wizarding world?"

"Well played Gin," he said as he frowned at her comment, knowing she was right. He hated the praise and the thanks, especially as he felt that there were others who deserved it as well, perhaps even more than he did. "Anyway, I want to see if we can get inside and have a look round the house. I am hoping that seeing where it all happened can help me to get some closure."

With his hand still on the gate, he carefully pushed it open and led them into the overgrown garden and towards the front door. However, the nearer they approached, the sicker Harry felt, but he continued to force himself to walk knowing he needed to do this. All he could do to attempt to settle his anxiety was to tighten his grip on Ginny's hand in the hope that he could draw comfort from her. Ginny, in return, tightened her grip too, sensing his tension increasing the nearer they got.

Harry paused as they reached the front door, the memory of that fateful night from Voldemort's perspective flashing through his mind. Ginny, sensing his worries and fears, leaned into him and whispered into his ear,

"Harry, whatever it is you decide to do, I will support you, but you know that you don't need to put yourself through this. At least, not right now."

"But I do need to do this right now, Gin. It's just….." he paused, still trying to shake the memories from his mind. "It's hard to stand right here knowing that Riddle walked this same path before he murdered my parents."

Ginny pulled him into her arms, allowing him to bury his face into her hair. She felt his tears come once again, she felt his shoulders start to shake uncontrollably after the realisation of his fleeting comment took hold. All she could do was hold him until his tears subsided and until he had calmed down enough to compose himself to finally have the strength to open the door to his former home.

Harry and Ginny sat on the floor of the upstairs hallway, backs against the wall. Ginny laid her head on Harry's shoulder as he laid his head on hers. Both stared through the door into his former bedroom as they quietly cried at the sight before them.

"I never saw the damage in Voldemort's memory. It's just….." He shook his head looking for a word. "Unimaginable." Ginny reached out and squeezed his hand as they fell back into a comfortable silence.

Harry allowed himself to become lost in his thoughts. Coming inside the house which should had been his childhood home, but ended up destroying his family, had been much more difficult than he had been expecting. Apart from the small glimpse he had from Voldemort's memory and the one photo he had, he had been unable to establish just what his life had been like before that tragic night. His parents' belongings, furniture and photos had long been removed from the house. He could only hope that if he searched his vault, he would find some or all of it there. But that was a thought or problem for another day.

"Is it wrong that my feelings about being here are so mixed up? That I am not even sure what I should be feeling?" Harry asked, knowing Ginny wouldn't answer, knowing he didn't need or want her to. Ginny could see him struggling with his emotions and with his thoughts, so she patiently waited for him to continue.

"I feel sad, I feel angry, I feel probably every negative emotion there is, if that is even possible. I mean this is the place where my family, my life that I should have had was destroyed. And it leaves me wondering what my life could have been. But that makes me realise that maybe I wouldn't be with you or best friends with Ron and Hermione. I don't want to be thinking what could have been, especially when I think I may not have got to fall in love with you." Harry paused to gather his thoughts. Ginny, again, waited knowing he had more he needed to get off his chest.

"But at the same time, I feel happy, I feel relieved and a whole load of other positive emotions because I know now that I have made my mum's sacrifice mean something, I made it worth something. And I understand now why she did it. I mean, I did the same thing for you, for everyone." Harry paused again. " I am so confused, Gin. I just want to move on and put the past behind me. Not that I can yet, not properly anyway. How do I move on when no one is going to let me?"

"You move on by continuing to honour your mum's sacrifice for you. She died so that you could live and now you are not bound by the prophecy, you can really live, anyway you want to," Ginny replied. "And I think the best way to start is by going home to find out what Mum had done to OUR room."

Harry looked at her and smiled.

"Our room. I like the sound of that," he said as he stood up and held out a hand to help Ginny up. "I do know one thing I want."

"And what would that be?"

"I meant what I said earlier. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It is the one thing I am certain of."

"Then let's go home and start planning that life."