Harry and Ginny sat in her bedroom, the door open to satisfy her brothers. Her hands played with his hair as his head rested in her her lap. He sighed softly and Ginny furrowed her brows in concern stroking his hair back so that his scar could be seen. She gently traced the shape and he looked up at her, their eyes meeting. Harry sat up to rest on his elbows as she lowered her head to meet his lips. They kissed slowly, comfortingly and Harry pulled her onto his lap so her chest was spayed onto his as they kissed more deeply. Ginny pulled away, her face still inches from Harry's as she rested her head in the crook of his neck readjusting herself into a more comfotable position.

"What's wrong babe?" she asked, "You look torn."

"I'm just," he paused. Ginny squeezed his hand comfortingly, "Honestly I'm dreading going back to Hogwarts for seventh year, I'm dreading having to do it without Dumbledore at the head table and I'm dreading having to look every single person in the eye after they congratulate me for the death of hundreds of good wizards."

It had been a whole year since the great wizarding war but Harry still hadn't forgiven himself. He had helped to rebuild Hogwarts along with his friends and they all planned to go back for seventh year again. Something inside of Harry was warning against it though, a deep feeling of guilt and regret haunting him.

Ginny sighed, "Harry, I have told you time and time again: 'it's not your fault'. They knew what they were volunteering for before the war even started. Nobody is blaming you and you shouldn't blame yourself either."

"What about Fred, Gin?" Harry asked, "He was your brother."

"And I miss him dearly but his d-" she cleared her throat slightly, brushing away Harry's advances at comfort, "it didn't happen because of you. You weren't even there, Harry."

Harry simply stared into her eyes, the hard and stubborn expression never leaving but he could see the slight glint of love as her lips twitched upwards, causing a grin to plant itself on his face, successfully relaxing her face. He leaned down to peck her lips and pulled her closer to his body.

"Okay fine, say it wasn't my fault. I can't stand the thought of going back to the place I killed Voldemort." He stopped, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Or the place I almost died."

Ginny winced nodding her head, "You mean the place you did die. But I agree, I don't think I could stand another year in that place, it'd probably be worse than Azkaban."

There was a silence that greeted her, she could tell Harry had something to say, so she waited, "I've been thinking about this a lot. How about we move. We just leave. Not just Hogwarts, but the entire magical world. We can just live like normal people."

Ginny stared at him in disbelief, "Like muggles?" her tone was almost hysterical.

Harry sighed, taking her hand, "Please, Gin. Just think about it. We're war survivors and not just any war survivors, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. Anywhere we go the wizarding world will know us. How can we find peace when reporters like Skeeter are constantly following us. In the muggle world, though, none of that will happen."

Ginny caressed his hand, smiling at the prospect, "We'll be normal."

"Exactly." Harry pushed her down onto the bed, leaning over her as their lips met in a soft but welcome kiss. He pulled away, his face immediately moving to bury into the crook of his neck.

"Harry," He hummed for her to continue in reply, "I know nothing about the muggle world."

The black haired boy sat up slightly, his forearms on either side of her head as he grinned at her, "Listen to this, we leave England and go to America. The schooling system is different there so it makes sense that you shouldn't understand it. As for the basics muggle studies covers most of it, it's mainly what not to do. As for technology, we get a pair of cell phones and we'll fit right in."

Ginny couldn't help but peck his lips at the enthusiastic look on his face and the excitement that danced in his eyes, then a thought crossed her mind and her face fell into a frown, "And Ron and Hermione?"

Harry paused, "I don't know. I haven't told anyone else about this idea, I don't know if they'll want to come."

Ginny pulled him down by his neck, turning slightly so he ended up beside her, "Well either way I am in."

"Teddy can come, right. You don't have a problem with him joining us do you?"

She smirked as she rolled onto his lab, now straddling him, "Of course he can." She leaned in to kiss him, completely forgetting about the open door as he deepened the kiss, his hands resting on her thighs until a yell sounded from the doorway and the two were suddenly each stuck to two walls on opposite sides of Ginny's bedroom.

Harry turned his head to see George Weasley in the doorway, his wand pointed at the bed where the two of them had been kissing.

"Put us down, George."

"You - you were - his mouth on your - ah!" George dropped his wand and jumped back as if he'd been electrocuted.

"We were snogging, yes." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Ginny!" Harry shouted, his voice suddenly ran octave higher with fear as to what his girlfriend's five elder brothers would do to him, the thought immediately triggering guilt over her brothers being one short and he looked at George with new appreciation. Of course he wasn't back to normal, nobody was, but he was doing incredibly well for someone who had lost their other half. He had breakdown near everyday but compared to what he was left as when Fred died it was a major improvement.

"What? It's true. We're dating, they can't expect us not to snog, especially in my bedroom, where its as private as you can get in this house."

"Ah!" George said again, quickly picking up his wand, waving it so that they both fell to the ground before running down the stairs to tell the rest of her brothers.

"Your brothers are going to kill me." Harry said.

Ginny stood, dusting her jeans off and Harry did the same as she replied, "Don't worry, babe. I'll protect you."

The boy held his hands to his heart, fluttering his eye lids obnoxiously as they made their way downstairs, "My knight in shining armour."

"Does that make you the damsel-in-distress?"

"I don't know, I think I'd look quite fetching in a frock, maybe I can borrow Ron's frilly pink dress robes."