Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything but the plot.

Godric's Hollow

By Isadora

Harry and Ginny walked briskly down the frosted path. Harry's left hand was clenched tightly around a map, drawn by Sirius, and the right holding Ginny's hand. Massive oak trees were scattered around the deserted path. It was still too early to be able to see very well.

"It says 'turn left at the weeping willow,'" Harry announced, his breath clouding up in the chilled air. A few paces later, the weeping willow came into view. The branches hung bare in the winter winds. They followed the winding path, until a large Victorian house came into view.

Ginny heard Harry's sharp intake of breath and gave his hand a squeeze, which he returned.

"Are you sure, love?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded nervously. Inhaling deeply, he stepped towards the house, holding Ginny firmly against him. They made their way through the untamed bushes and weeds to the large porch. The first step creaked loudly, startling a few toads out of the sides. Harry paused, before walking swiftly to the dark wooden door.

"I know its in here," he muttered, digging in his coat pocket for a moment before producing a small silver key. "Lumos." Using the wandlight, he fitted the key into the lock and opened it. Pushing the door open, he stepped in, Ginny following closely. She also lit her wand, and shut the door to keep out the wind.

"Harry?" She called, shining her wandlight on the dark wooden floors. The foyer was empty, but for a small chandelier dangling in the air.

"In here," Harry said, barely audible from the adjacent room. Ginny went to the source of his voice and found him in the living room. Harry had conjured up a roaring fire in the fireplace. He stood close to the mantel, wandlight focused on something. Ginny stepped closer to take a look. It was a picture of Lily and James, at Hogwarts. Both of them were in their uniforms, arms around each other, and laughing at the camera. Harry smiled and moved on to the next one.

In this one, Lily and James were holding a small, pink-faced bundle between them, looking blissfully happy. After looking at a few more photo frames, Harry and Ginny went to the next room, the kitchen. A large table stood in the center with four chairs clustered around it. There was a high chair, covered in cobwebs, between two of them. Ginny felt a hot tear roll down her cheek. Harry was quiet, taking in everything, trying to remember some small memory.

"C'mon, Gin," he said after a few minutes. "Let's go upstairs." Ginny nodded, hastily wiping away the tear. They climbed up the stairs, Harry running a hand over the dusty banister. At the top of the stairs, the hallway separated into four different rooms. The first one was a bathroom. The second had a tiny snitch on the door. Harry pushed open the door and stepped in. Ginny let out an audible gasp.

"This was my room," Harry said softly. The peeling wall paper was pale green with little yellow snitches all over it. A white crib, covered with dust and cobwebs, stood in one corner. A matching changing table, wardrobe, and rocking chair were the only other pieces of furniture in the room. Ginny walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. Tiny little robes and baby clothes were draped on tiny little hangers. Harry was standing by the crib, absently fingering the Snitch mobile that hung over it.

"Harry?" Ginny said. He turned slowly to face her. His eyes glistened with tears. Ginny went to him, hugging him tightly. He buried his face in her neck, shaking with silent sobs. Ginny rubbed his back and murmured soothingly. "Shh…its ok…" After a few minutes, Harry pulled back to look her. His emerald eyes locked on her brown ones.

"I love you, Ginny." He whispered before kissing her fiercely. Ginny kissed him back.

"I love you, too, Harry." He smiled weakly.

"We still have a lot more to see," he said.

"Yes, we do," Ginny agreed, taking his hand and tugging. He came willingly. Gently closing the door behind him, Harry followed Ginny to the next one.

"My parents' room," he said, noticing the engraving, L & J. He turned the doorknob and pushed it open. The two of them entered the large room. There was a king-sized bed with dark green bedsheets and a mahogany frame. Thick layers of dust from the past twenty years covered everything. A large portrait hung above the bed. It was Lily.

She was wearing beautiful green robes that matched her green eyes, and her dark red curls tumbled down her shoulders like a cascading river. The portrait was obviously charmed, because the minute Harry and Ginny had entered, she had looked at them, startled. A moment later, she had smiled sadly and resumed her pose. Harry gazed at the portrait for a moment longer before walking slowly to the large mahogany wardrobe. He opened the door slowly, as though expecting something to jump out at him. Instead, a strong scent of cedar chips tickled his nose.

A few of his father's robes hung inside. Harry pulled one off a hanger and buried his face in the smell that was his father. Feeling another wave of sadness wash over him, he quickly shoved it back inside and slammed the door. Ginny, who'd been looking at some more pictures on a dresser, jumped at the unexpected noise.

"What's wrong, love?" She asked, sliding her hands around his waist.

"Nothing," Harry replied, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Next room." Ginny, instead of questioning further, simply shrugged and exited the room. The next door had a small Gryffindor lion on it. The door opened to reveal a library of sorts. Large bookcases of mahogany covered all the walls. Old books and albums and notebooks filled the shelves. Two lumpy armchairs stood solemnly in front of the fireplace. The large bay window was covered with dark red curtains. Ginny pushed the heavy fabric aside to let in the first few rays of sunlight.

"I think this is my favorite room," Harry commented, leafing through an old album that lay open on a table. "It's funny, though…" he trailed off, gazing out the window.

"What is?" Ginny prompted gently.

"When I went into each room, I expected my scar to start hurting, you know. From Voldemort's traces or something."

"He's dead, Harry," Ginny said. "And I think he'll stay dead this time." Harry grinned at her and she grinned back.

"Let's go to the backyard," Harry said, taking one last look around. He took Ginny's hand again and they went down the stairs and out the back door. The backyard was the most beautiful thing either of them had ever seen. Vines of ivy stretched over everything. Small rose bushes lined the edges and a maple tree loomed over them. Stone benches were scattered around the yard and a gorgeous fountain with a statue of dragon stood in the center of it all. Harry looked around at the spectacular sight with such a longing gaze that it hurt Ginny to watch him.

"Are you happy, Harry?" Ginny asked. He was so quiet, that Ginny thought he hadn't heard her. Then he turned to face her.

"Yes, I am." His green eyes were so sincere and honest that Ginny bit her lip to keep from crying her heart out. Harry raised his hand to touch her chin. "Because of you." Ginny lost all self-control and began sobbing against Harry's chest.

"I love you so much, Harry Potter," she choked out between sobs. Harry grinned at her before kissing her until her knees grew weak.

"How about we go home now, hmm?"

"I'd like that," Ginny replied. He kissed her again and together they set off down the path bathed in watery sunlight.

A/N: I just finished my first day of finals. It wasn't very fun. I was relaxing with fanfiction and this came to me out of nowhere. I'm sorry if it's a little sad or lame or something. As far as I know, Godric's Hollow wasn't destroyed after Lily and James died. If you think I'm wrong, then pretend I'm right. Flame if you want. Oh yeah, review. Tata.