NB- I am making this up. if you don't like it, don't blame me please. Like everyone else I am just guessing on what I read from Deathly Hallows.

DH Spoilers.

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Chapter 1: Harry and Ginny a year later

Ginny Weasley, stared out over the grounds of Hogwarts, as her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher rumbled on about the lesson.

She saw the water of the lake, ripple, as one of the giant squids tentacles broke the surface. She looked down on the smooth lawn, where, four years ago, Harry Potter, had emerged from the lake, for the Triwizard Tournament, helping her older brother, Ron, and the little sister of Fleur Delacour, having taken his instructions to heart.

At the time, she had wished that she had been the one, Harry had, had to rescue. She loved Harry dearly, with ever fibre of her being. She smiled to herself, as she and her friends started to pack up, and quietly dug out her little mirror, and checked her hair, and make up.

"Ginny?" asked on of her friends, "Hadn't you better be on your way?" She asked. Ginny nodded and half ran out of her classroom, as the bell rang for the end of class.

She ran past the other students, to the head of the marble staircase, and slowed, her breathe catching in her chest. She knew it would never do, to look too egger.

Ginny paused at the top and looked down into the masses of the swarming students in the entrance hall and caught sight, of a head of jet black hair, waiting by the large oak doors.

Her breathe suddenly seemed to catch in her chest, and pushed her way through the students filing into the great hall to eat lunch.

She was meters away from him, when he turned this emerald green eyes on her, and smiled. She found herself smiling back and rushed her last steps, into his arms. Her lips were claimed by his, and Ginny clung happily, to the one and only Harry Potter.

"How are you?" Harry asked as they broke apart and walked through the doors to the grounds, to where Ginny had been staring a few minute before.

"Oh you know," Ginny said shrugging as they sat side by side on the grass by the lake , holding hands; "Nothing as nearly exciting as you, I'll bet, but studying hard. I can't quite believe that it'll soon be over and I'll no longer be a Hogwarts student."

"Sounds exciting if you ask me," Harry said ruefully, running a hand through his hair; "Much more interesting than what I've been up to."

"What have you been up to?" Ginny asked, leaning against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Well, getting everything ready for my N.E.W.T final exams," He said smiling, "You know I never did them, so, I've been getting the work owled to the Burrow. I sit the final exams the same time you do."

"Will you be coming here to do them?" Ginny asked hopefully.

"I'll have to," Harry said smiling, "I may have saved the wizarding world, Gin, but something as strict as Examination rules? Not allowed to break them."

"Since when have you cared about not breaking rules?" Ginny asked, slightly astonished.

"Since, it came to my exams," Harry said smiling, "and I want to sit in that hall, and do my N.E.W.T.S like my mother and Father, and Sirius, you, and the rest of my friends here."

"You want to do them here, because of connections?" Ginny asked, still astonished.

"Yes," Harry said smiling, "Plus the Ministry, would rather, the rest of my year, did them in the Castle like everyone else."

"Does that mean, I have to sit my N.E.W.T.S, with Ronald?" Ginny asked incredulously. Her mouth gaped.

"'Fraid so," Harry said smiling further, "Why, what's wrong with that?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together in puzzlement.

"No," Ginny said, "It's nothing," she added when she saw Harry's face.

"Hermione'll be here to, if that's any consolation," Harry said, still confused.

"Why do I care about Hermione? And Ron? And the rest of them?" Ginny said smiling up into his green eyes, "When I get to sit my exams with you?"

Harry smiled, and gently kissed her.

"Have you seen Teddy recently?" Ginny asked him, a minute or two later.

"Went over there, the other day," Harry said, smiling, "He's fine, keeps asking Andromeda, for his mum, and I won't be long before we have to sit down and tell him, what happened." He tried and failed to keep the pain out of his voice. Ginny hugged him.

"He'll understand," She said softly, as she watched the pain in Harry's eyes, "He'll be proud."

"I hope so," Harry said, his voice tight in his throat.

"Is his hair still turquoise?" Ginny asked, trying to move Harry's thoughts away from Remus and Tonks.

"Yes," Harry said smiling suddenly, though the pain still showed in the depths of his eyes, "He likes it like that I think. Like Tonks, liked hers bubblegum pink."

"Just like his Mum, then," Ginny said smiling, "Can he change anything else?"

"He keeps changing his nose," Harry said grinning, pulling a tuft of grass and started shedding it, "When I left it looked like an owl's beak. 'Dromeda finds it amusing. I think it helps her concentrate on better things." Harry paused, and looked up at Hogwarts, and said in a hollow voice; "I've put his name down for him to come here, when it's time."

"I'm sure he'll be happy to come," Ginny said gently, patting his arm, "He'll do them proud," She added, knowing there may be too much strain on Harry if she said 'Remus' and 'Tonks' again.

"I'm sure he'll be a credit to them," Harry managed to smile. He looked over at Ginny and smiled. She smiled back and rested her cheek against his jacket.

Harry smoother her hair, and held her close.

"Did you know George brought Zonko's in the end?" Harry asked, quietly, "He said the Hogwarts students would do him proud."

"Well, they were thinking of buying it before… things happened," Ginny said quietly.

"yes, well," Harry said smiling, "Good business sense and all that."

"Hmm," Ginny said staring across the lake, her own hole in her life, her brother Fred's death fighting the death Eaters on that fateful night.

"You should see the display," Harry said, trying to keep her interested, "brighter than Diagon Alley's. And Percy seems to redeeming himself somewhat." He added, talking about Ginny's third oldest brother.

"How?" Ginny asked interested, looking at her fingers curled in Harry's.

"He's helping George," Harry said smiling, "Not producing," he added seeing her look, "He's in charge of major business decisions. George wasn't getting his paper work down and inventing new items, so Percy took over, now he's not at the ministry anymore."

"What about Ron?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, he's helping George invent," Harry said smiling, "Though before I left they were arguing over whether the new skiving snack boxes should be slightly more drastic. And George was threatening to stick something in Ron where the sun doesn't shine."

"I never thought I'd see them in business together," Ginny said laughing.

"Charlie's been sending George all sorts of non tradable materials, and your Mum, just turns a blind eye! It's amazing!"

"Mum's been a bit lax, since… well, you know," Ginny said smiling sadly, "has Dad been bring stuff home too?"

"Only the stuff he can get away with, as usual," Harry said smiling.

"I can't wait to be home," Ginny said quietly, "I thought it would be nice to be the only Weasley about the place, but in a strange way, I miss having at least one brother around."

"Hmm," Harry said, falling silent. Ginny looked at him.

"You're not jealous of my brothers are you?" She asked, teasingly.

"Merlin's pants, no," Harry said, grinning, "your brothers I can deal with," He added smirking, "It's the guys here, in Hogwarts, who drool as you walk past I want to hex into oblivion."

"How do you know what goes on here?" Ginny asked astonished, "You're not even here long enough to see what happens."

"Luna's been writing to me," Harry said laughing. Ginny grinned.

"Wait until I get my hands on her!" She laughed, throwing her head back, so her flame red hair sparkled in the dieing sun light. Harry watched her, the line of her neck to her collar bone, her face, so open and pleasant, her hair, sparkling clean and smooth.

"What are you staring at Harry?" Ginny asked, looking at him. Harry swallowed and turned a delicate shade of pink.

"You," He said gruffly, "Who else?" Ginny smiled and kissed him, her fingers winding around his neck. Harry kissed her back, holding on to her waist, pulling her close, savouring the feel of her hands on his skin. He missed her more than he could tell her with words. Even though he was staying at the Burrow, as near to home as he had ever been, which meant he was closed to Ginny in every way, he still missed her like crazy.

He fell back on to the cool grass, bringing Ginny down on top of him. She kissed him, more passionately, and rolled on to her back, pulling Harry on top of her.

Suddenly they were interrupted in their kissing as a sharp voice cut in, like a whip lash; "MR POTTER!! MISS WEASLEY! What do you think you are doing?"

Professor McGonagall's sharp voice rung out in the relatively quiet grounds. Harry scrambled up, blushing profusely.

"Sorry Professor," He managed to say, "Just sort of happened," He muttered.

"Sorry Professor," Ginny said, standing up.

"I would have thought that two people such as yourselves would have more sense than to act like that in the middle of the school," McGonagall said in her crisp clear voice, "I expect better of all Gryffindor Students, whether they have left or not!" She added as she saw Harry's mouth open to point out, that he was no longer in her house.

"Inside Miss Weasley," McGonagall said pointing to the open doors, leading to the school. Ginny went off, looking sulky, and giving Harry a look that said, 'I'll find you later'.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, who was blushing at the floor, and said in a less than characteristic voice; "Harry, I can't really have you coming back, if you are going to be distracting Miss Weasley and acting like, like, an over sexed Hippogriff. And I don't think that Molly would take too kindly to you dating her daughter if that sort of attitude reached her ears, do you?"

Harry, still blushing, shook his head.

"Well," McGonagall said crisply, "I expect you to behave better in future. Now what was the reason for you visit? Expect to see Miss Weasley."

"I came to ask you about the Transfiguration work you set this week, Professor, I didn't really understand the principle," Harry said, fishing his essay out of his bag and handing it over to Professor McGonagall.

"Hmm," McGonagall said looking at it closely, "I don't suppose you asked Miss Granger to explain it to you?"

"No, Professor, Hermione, didn't make any sense I'm afraid."

"Well then, Harry, you'd better come up to my office and I'll try and explain what I mean," Professor McGonagall, half smiled over the piece of parchment, and motioned Harry to follow her to her office.