Harry moved with purpose down the street toward the statue that he knew was there, he was eager for Ginny to see it. He knew the moment she saw it, a gasp from his left let him know that the muggle war memorial had just turned into his mother, father and himself as a baby. Ginny released his hand and moved quickly yet gracefully toward the statue. Harry eventually caught up with her and stood next to her, but said nothing.

"You really do look like him" she eventually said.

"Yeah I do" he replied rather proudly.

They stood for a moment, gazing at the smiling faces of the Potters, Lily and James looked exactly as they did that night in the forest. Harry's eyes lingered over the image of himself. Barely a year old, no scar; both parents. Part of Harry longed for that, for a life without Voldemort, a life with his parents, possibly brothers and sisters. Momentarily he found himself wishing for a different life to the one he had led so far and then; a small warm hand slipped into his own. A sudden warmth flooded through his body, he wouldn't trade Ginny for anything and he was pretty sure that his parents wouldn't want him to.

"They wouldn't" said Ginny, turning to face Harry.

"I would have loved to have known them, for you to have the life you deserve but I wouldn't give anything up for the life we will have, the life that you deserve."

Harry was shocked, he stood speechless gazing into Ginny's blazing brown eyes. He had totally forgotten that there was something going on, for some reason every now and then they could read each others thoughts or was it feelings, he was unsure at the minute.

"My dad would probably have had something to say about me giving up a red headed girl. Sirius always said us Potters had a thing for red heads." Harry finished with a smile.

"I do miss them though, all of them. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Dumbledore. Not just my parents. I'm going to live though, for them, for me. For us."

Ginny smiled back at Harry and moved in closer, then standing on her tiptoes and craning her neck upwards, gave him a small but passionate kiss. Harry was pretty sure that he could get used to this, that this is what he fought for. Love.

Suddenly Harry was very aware that they were being watched. Calmly he put his hand inside his jeans pocket to make sure he had a good grasp on his wand, just in case. He didn't know who was watching him and he didn't want to turn to look just yet, he didn't want to startle Ginny or let his observer know that he knew they were there.

"Mr Potter" said a voice from behind him.

Ginny turned and Harry mimicked her action, his hand still on his wand. There in front of him was a small child, no older than about eight or nine. The little boy was looking at him, starry eyed.

"It really is you" the little boy said awed.

"I spotted you out of my bedroom window" he said pointing to a window above the post office.

"Jack, my big brother, said it wasn't you. I knew it was though, so I came down to prove it to him." He said defiantly.

Harry still hadn't taken his hand from his wand. 'CONSTANT VIGILANCE' the voice of Mad-Eye screamed in his head. Ginny however was very relaxed and she smiled at the little boy and then nudged Harry in the side and whispered for him to say something.

"Hello" he said rather lamely.

"My names Michael, I'm seven and my Daddy runs the post office" he said eagerly, while gesturing toward the building behind him again.

"Hello Michael" said Ginny softly. "Does your Daddy know you are out here?"

The little boy suddenly looked very guilty and looked down at the floor while blushing a deep crimson.

"Err...no. I was just so excited to see Mr Potter that I came running down to make sure it was really him" he finished rather timidly.

Ginny moved forward and crouched down beside him, Harry however still hadn't moved and was ready to whip his wand out at any moment, expecting an attack.

"Come on" said Ginny with a smile "let's get you back home before your Daddy starts to worry."

Harry was about to protest, he didn't think it was a good idea, it could be a trap. Suddenly the little boy's head shot up and his blue eyes met Harry's green ones. A large smile was on his face, as if all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Not knowing how he had done it, much like Gryffindor tower he found the boys mind readily accessible.

A slim mousy haired woman, was tucking him into bed. Another brown haired boy, slightly older than him was brandishing a small plastic sword and he chased the younger boy around. A dark haired man was reading a story, a story about Harry, as two young boys sat enraptured by the tale. The sight of a dark haired man and a red haired woman walking into the square; the excitement bubbling over.

Harry didn't care just yet as to how he had performed legilimency for the second time, but he was glad he did. His hand relaxed on his wand and he returned the small boys smile.

"Let's get you home then Michael" he said "Then you can tell your brother it was really me."

The boy led Harry and Ginny into the post office, taking several more glances back at them than was necessary for such a short distance. Harry suspected it was to make sure that he and Ginny were still there, the young boy not believing his luck that not only had he met Harry Potter, but he was coming to his house. Ginny glanced at Harry and gave him a knowing smile as the followed the boy into the post office.

"Michael" said a stern voice from somewhere in the shop. "What were you doing outside? I told you it's still not safe to...OH!" he trailed off when he caught sight of Harry.

"Mr Potter, it is an honour" he said hastily as he rushed around from behind the counter to shake Harry's hand.

"I hope that my son hasn't caused you too much bother" he said throwing a quick glance at the small boy who was once again looking at the floor.

"Not at all" said Harry "Michael, saw us out of his window and apparently his brother didn't believe that it was me. He came to prove his point that's all. He is a pleasant little boy and was very polite." Harry finished hoping to get Michael out of trouble.

Michael's father looked taken aback and took a moment to regain his composure before addressing Harry again.

"Oh, well, yes. All the same though, I'm sorry if he bothered you. I had told him not to go outside just yet, not until things settle down. Thank you for bringing him back though." He said.

"No problem" said Ginny with a smile at Michael's father.

"Why don't you go get Jack, so you can show him it really was Harry" she said to Michael. "If that's alright with your Dad, anyway." Ginny said suddenly looking at Michael's father.

"Of course it is, as long as you are OK with that of course" the man said, looking at Harry and then Ginny.

"No problem, I've got time to spare." Harry said honestly.

Michael suddenly rushed off, he disappeared behind the counter and Harry heard a door slam and the sound of footsteps running up the stairs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. Stephen Turner." He said once again shaking Harry's hand.

"Nice to meet you Mr Turner" both Harry and Ginny said.

Mr Turner looked very surprised and honoured to be addressed as such by Harry, but Harry chose to ignore this, although he couldn't help but notice the look on Ginny's face.

"I've lived here all my life" said Mr Turner "Knew your father, he was a few years below me at school but I remember him knocking about the village with his friends during the summer. Didn't see him much in school mind, I was in Slytherin and well he was a Gryffindor four years below me."

Mr Turner suddenly paled as if he had said something wrong. Harry suspected that it was revealing the information that he was in Slytherin as if Harry would have a problem with that.

"My father lived here during his school time?" Harry said, trying to gloss over Mr Turner's nervousness.

"Erm, yes. The Potter's have lived here for generations. The main house is somewhere outside the village; really nice place as well."

"Oh. I thought their house was in the village. It was destroyed, well partially. I saw it this Christmas, I thought that was it. I didn't realise there was another house here." Harry said genuinely surprised.

"My apologies, I forget that you've not really been here and well I just presumed you would know." Mr Turner offered rather apologetically.

Any discomfort Mr Turner was feeling soon vanished as Michael returned with another boy, Harry assumed this was his older brother Jack. Jack was barely a year or two older than Michael and they looked very similar, but Jack's hair was a little darker.

"Wow" said Jack, looking at Harry with wide eyes. "It really is him" he said his eyes suddenly snapping back to his brother who was stood beside him beaming.

"Told you so" said Michael smugly.

Harry let out a hearty chuckle, then held his hand out for Jack, which the small boy took rather nervously.

"Nice to meet you Jack" said Harry with a smile.

"Wow, he knows my name" he said smiling at his brother again, before looking back at Harry and stuttering back "N-N-Nice to meet you too Mr Potter"

"Please you can all call me Harry" he said to the two boys and their father "I'm not old enough to be Mr Potter yet, I'm only just of age."

The two boys looked at each other and suddenly started whispering hurriedly to each other. They seemed to be arguing and Harry was very curious as to what was going on, but a glance at Ginny gave him the impression she knew what was happening.

"Mr Po- Harry. I don't suppose we could maybe, erm, have, have a picture please?" said Jack nervously, with a surreptitious glance at his father.

Harry assumed that as the oldest of the two boys he had been made to ask the question and he chuckled once again.

"I can't see why not" he answered and then both boys rushed off back upstairs to find a camera.

"You really don't have to" said Mr Turner.

"No, it's fine. I want to" said Harry. "It's no problem really."

The thing that amazed Harry the most was, this wasn't a lie. However much he hated his fame, however much he hated the attention. There was something about these boys that captured him. He assumed it was the normalcy of childhood. Boyish curiosity, the sense of adventure, meeting a childhood hero. Feelings Harry had never had; feelings that were stolen from him. Harry regretted that he had no real childhood and he was forced to grow up too quickly. He suddenly decided that he would accept the attention of children from now on, who was he to deny them what he longed to feel in his own childhood.

The boys soon returned and they eagerly handed the camera to their father.

"Could we both get a picture with you please?" said Michael.

"Of course" said Harry. "We'll get a few if you want. One with each of you then one together. If you want..."he said suddenly feeling very mischievous "we could have another with Ginny in it as well. She's going to be a famous Quidditch player one day and not to mention she is very pretty." He finished giving Ginny a cheeky smile.

The boys readily agreed and posed for a few pictures with Harry and Ginny. When they had finished they said their thanks and rushed off back upstairs.

"Jack is really into photography. He's only nine but he has a few camera's and his own darkroom." Explained Mr Turner.

"His mother was a freelance photographer. I guess that's where Jack picked up the love of it." Mr Turner said sadly.

Harry couldn't help but think that Mrs Turner was no longer around, but he didn't want to question Mr Turner about it seeing how sad he had just become. However it seemed Harry needed have pressed anyway as Mr Turner began to explain.

"She, She was a muggle you see. They came, to the village about two years ago. They came here, looking for me. I'm a pureblood" he said distastefully "well at least I was, I'm a bloodtraitor now, or so my mark says"

He then revealed his left forearm, carved in to his skin was the word bloodtraitor. Ginny physically flinched and Harry suddenly found the hairs on the back on his neck tingling, he was angry, not just angry he was disgusted. How could anyone do this, Mr Turner was it seemed a very nice man, but then that didn't matter to Voldemort or his Death Eaters did it.

"They, they killed her. Right here in this room. I couldn't do anything to stop them" he said now physically shaking as he sobbed uncontrollably.

"Mr Turner, please." Said Harry, moving forward and laying his hand on the older man's shoulder.

Mr Turner was roughly the same height as Harry although he was much stockier. His dark hair was flecked with grey and his blue eyes looked aged and were slightly greying as well. He looked haunted, like he had seen great misery, like he had suffered greatly. He had, Harry knew this now. He couldn't even begin to imagine this pain, sure he had lost people he loved, people he cared about but he knew that none of that compared to how he would feel if he lost Ginny.

"She, she was much braver than me. Even without magic she stood up to them. There was about five of them, they were going house to house. They were being very clever about it, they didn't openly attack the muggle families, just wizard houses. I don't know how they knew, they had a list. They knew what house I was in, my blood status and they knew, they knew she was a muggle." He told Harry and Ginny between sobs.

"They came to teach me a lesson, or so they said. They used the cruciatus on both me and Helen, my wife. Luckily the boys were out, we had sent them to Helen's parents for the weekend. Eventually they tired of toying with us and that werewolf they had with them, Fenrir Greyback, he carved this into my arm with his claws. Helen she decided to try and fight back, she wasn't going to just let them do this to us. We keep a muggle rifle under the counter, just in case. She managed to get to it while they were all mocking and torturing me. I guess they assumed as she was a muggle she was weak and incapable, but she wasn't she was brave and a lot stronger than I ever was or will be" he said sadly.

"She shot one of them, but then, the others turned on her. Tortured her some more, before – before..." he broke down unable to finish.

"I understand Mr Turner, I'm really sorry you had to go through that" said Harry consolingly.

"Greyback did it in the end" he finally said when he regained his composure. "One of them left with the one she shot, they were going to use the killing curse but one of them Lestrange, he decided that letting that monster have her was a more fitting punishment" he spat.

"Lestrange" said Harry "Bellatrix?"

"No, not her. Her husband. I recognised him, he was two years above me." Mr Turner said. "Rodolphus"

"He's been captured, I know that much. As for Greyback, I'm afraid somehow he got away. Don't worry though, I'm going to do everything in my power to get him and the other Death Eaters that escaped. I'm going to be working at the Ministry as an auror." Harry explained. "I know the minister as well, so if you would be willing to testify, we can get this added to the list of crimes they have committed. We'll make sure they never get out of Azkaban again." Harry finished rather determinedly.

"Thank you, not just for beating him but for continuing to protect us all. You're so young, yet you're so brave. I'm ashamed of myself. I could never have your bravery, but I've got to do something; for the boys, for Helen. I'll testify, I'll do anything you ask." Mr Turner said with a steely look in his eyes.

"I know you will." Said Harry "You're a good man Mr Turner, I can tell. You shouldn't beat yourself up too much about what you did or didn't do. If it had gone another way, your boys could be alone right now and believe me that isn't what you want for them and I can imagine it isn't what your wife would have wanted either."

"No, No, you're right I suppose" Mr Turner replied weakly.

At the sound of footsteps hurrying down the stairs, Mr Turner quickly composed himself. The two small boys rushed back in, Jack was clutching a selection of pictures.

"We did a few copies, here these are for you. If you would like them" said Jack nervously handing Harry the pictures.

"Of course I want them, thank you so much" said Harry and he took the pictures from Jack.

The first picture was of Harry and Michael. They were both smiling and waving at the camera, every now and then Michael would look up at Harry and his smile would widen. The next picture was almost identical but was of Jack and Harry. The next picture was of both boys and Harry, again the boys were glancing up at Harry every so often. The last picture was of Harry, Ginny and the boys; as with the previous pictures the boys looked at Harry and their smiles widened as if they couldn't believe their luck. This time however Harry was doing the same thing, every so often glancing at Ginny who was smiling radiantly and waving at the camera.

"These are brilliant" said Harry enthusiastically.

"Yes they are" agreed Ginny "The best picture's I've ever seen of Harry. Normally he's trying to escape from the frame" she giggled and the boys laughed along.

"Well boys, Mr Turner. It's been nice to meet you and I'm sure you will probably see more of me in the future; after all I have two houses here by the sound of it. I'll either pop back or owl you Mr Turner, we'll sort something out soon. Bye again boys" Harry said waving as he left the shop.

As he shut the door behind him and Ginny, he heard one of the boys say "Harry Potter was here, and we have pictures." While the other said "and he said he was going to owl Dad. Wait until I tell Paul Smythewick tomorrow, he'll be so jealous."

"Seems you have some fan's Mr Potter" said Ginny cheekily as she cuddled into Harry's side.

"Yeah" he chuckled, but then became serious. "I'm going to talk to Kinglsey straight away when we get back. What they did to that family..." he then broke off before finishing "...and I bet they weren't the only ones."

No more was said about the matter as Harry and Ginny walked through the village square. They soon found themselves outside the kissing gate to the church graveyard. Harry didn't even need to think this time, he had memorised the position of his parents headstones even with all the traumatic events that had occurred afterwards, he would never forget where they lay.

Once again he found himself stood over the words 'the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death'. Only this time there was no doubt about what that meant, not to Harry anyway; for him it was a sign that love knows no bounds, it's ever conquering, even besting death. His mother's love for him had beaten death, beaten it on more than one occasion for him and he knew that wherever his parents were right now, they were together and their love was as strong as ever.

A small tear, made its way slowly down Harry's cheek, he didn't even realise he was crying until Ginny wiped it away, flashing him a sad watery smile of her own. They both stood a little longer, Harry felt Ginny close to him, warming the left hand side of his body. He knew she was being quiet for his sake and he appreciated it, he didn't think he could say much right now even if he wanted to. Eventually he slipped his wand from his pocket and conjured up a small wreath of lilies and placed them by the headstone and he whispered his goodbyes, and promised to return.

Slowly, Harry and Ginny made their way out of the graveyard and began the walk up to the cottage that had been the scene of his initial triumph over Voldemort and the final breaths of Lily and James Potter. He glanced quickly in the direction of Bathilda Bagshot's house; the window he and Hermione had escaped from Voldemort through had been repaired. Harry could only assume it was done by a member of the local wizarding community or else by a ministry official; right now it didn't matter. He had eyes only for one building, and as they got closer it materialised at the end of the lane.

It was in much the same state it had been on Christmas-eve; however this time when he touched the gate the heavily graffitied plaque that told the story of the house was covered now with words of congratulations as well as the previous messages of encouragement and good luck.

"I'm not going to go in today" Harry eventually said "but soon I will, I'm going to fix it. I want to live here, even if it's not forever. This is where my life started and I want to start claiming my life back."

"Whatever you want to do Harry, I'm with you." Said Ginny soothingly.

"Thanks Gin'; I needed to hear that." He replied appreciatively.

"Come on, let's go home" Harry eventually said, and he really meant it. After all the Burrow was the only place beside Hogwarts that he had ever felt at home.

"I like that you called it home" Ginny added. "Mum will love that, and I know I do."

With a tender kiss the young couple vanished from the quaint little village lane.