Harry and Ginny sat in the car after strapping the kids in their car seats. They had decided to go to Grimmauld place today.After Harry had confessed his fear, he and Ginny had talked and decided 12th December would be the best day.so they had flew over to England.

Ginny was driving and so she slid on the driver's seat. Harry sat on the passenger seat and they strapped their seat belts on. Ginny started driving.

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down. He felt a small, warm and familiar hand come and clasp his. He turned to Ginny, who didn't look away from the road but smiled. He smiled and kissed her cheek.

He leaned back in his seat and thought about the previous years. His life had gone past anything he had imagined. He had a brilliant and beautiful wife with three amazing kids. He finally had a home and he knew he would face any problem as long as he had his family, his home with him.

After a thirty minute drive they reached and got our of the car. Harry took Lily into his arms and Ginny got James and Sirius out of the car.

"Mummy?" James asked

"Yes, Jamie?"

"Why are we here?" he asked

"Well, you know like every year we go to Godric's Hollow this is also one of your grandfather's house. Your other grandfather Sirius' house" she said and he nodded. Harry opened the door and stopped at the sight in front of him. Ginny came from behind him and gasped.

The house had changed completely. Gone were the dark and scary walls instead there were beautifully painted walls with photos of the Weasleys, Hermione and lots of children. There wasn't a single photo of Ginny in there, Harry noted.

James and Sirius ran in front of them and opened the dining room, running in. Harry and Ginny hurried to follow and stopped on the door, staring at the members of the room. All the Weasleys were sitting there with Hermione. There were many children in there. Hermione was kneeling in front of James and Sirius and was now looking at them in shock.

Ginny turned to Harry, who had a furious look on his face. She placed her hand in his and she could feel it trembling.

Harry was furious. How dare they touch his house much less renovate and then stay in it. He turned to Ginny and said

"Get the kids away from themthem, Gin. I do not know what I will do"he said."I certainly don't want them to see this."he said and Ginny hurried to get James and Sirius away from Hermione,who just stared at her. While getting them away Ginny noticed everyone was dressed very fancy.She smirked when she saw Hermione was wearing a dress she had designed but was curious of how they afforded it.

She stood behind Harry, who continued to glare at each one of them.

"Harry!" everyone said, not even looking at Ginny.

Harry if it was possible looked even more furious.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a deadly calm voice. This shocked everyone more than anything. Harry had shown them nothing but respect every time.

"W-Well,Harry. You see during the war-"

"NOTHING HAPPENED TO THE BURROW DURING THE WAR!!!" He shouted,scaring Lily,who started crying. Ginny took her from him and rocked her.

"Calm down, love" she said

"Sorry, honey" he said, softening as he heard his love's voice. He turned back to the Weasleys who had gone pale "What are you doing in my house?"he asked again

"We thought that you and Ginny wouldn't come back so we moved in here so we could all live comfortably" Hermione said, shamefaced.

Harry took a deep breath to lid his temper and opened his eyes. They were dark with anger causing everyone except the Potters to gulp.

"Here's what will happen. You all are going to leave this place. You have 3 weeks to do it or I will take this to the Wizengamot."He raised a hand to stop everyone who had opened their mouths to say something. "Now, me and my family are leaving. You better be out in the next three weeks."

With that he turned took Sirius' hand and put a hand on Ginny's waist and left with James leading them.

Now that he had faced the Weasleys he could forget his past. He could forget his past to find a future. And of course, with his family, he would live his present.