Hero is what they called me; battle is what sustained me, and later on hatred. I lived for danger, existed to punish dark wizards. It was no surprise therefore, that I became an auror, a career she ardently begged me not to pursue. Fighting and killing were all I felt capable of after the war's end, after I had killed my greatest enemy. My life was trivial, something to be gambled in the pursuit of the eradication of evil. And in one moment, all of that changed…
I felt the breath fleeing my body as I sank to my knees; hoping, wishing, praying. Tears blurred my vision as my mind grasped at belief uncomprehendingly. Memories of her and I painted themselves in brilliant hues on the canvas of my mind. All at once a great calm over took me. I felt her delicate hands upon my shoulders as she repeated the words I still could not yet fathom. "Harry, you're going to be a father." Tenderly I wrapped my arms around her, my family, my whole world, knowing that nothing would ever be the same.
She kneeled beside me, concern evident in her green eyes. "Aren't you happy?" My lips instinctively find their way to hers, and with I kiss I tell of thee joy I do not have the words for.