Bits & Bobs


It had been about one month since the end of the Second Wizards War. It had been a time of rebuilding and dealing with all those who had been lost. At first it had been very hard but things were finally settling down.

It was late in the afternoon and those working on rebuilding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had broken off work for the day.

Harry Potter was sitting against a tree down by the Black Lake, dirty and tired from the day's labour. Laying with her head in his lap was the love of his life, Ginny Weasley, youngest and only daughter of the Weasley family. She was equally dusty, dirty and tired.

Harry idly ran his fingers of one hand through Ginny's long beautiful red hair, taking great comfort in the simple task.

He glanced down at the young woman laying in his lap. "This is nice," he said softly.

Ginny cracked one tired eye open and looked up at him. "Nice?" she questioned.

A smile crept onto his face. "Yeah, nice," he responded. "No Tom, no horcuxes, just me, a beautiful young lady laying in my lap and a glorious sunset. To me that is really nice."

Ginny knew she had to look a fright, having worked hard all day. She was sweaty, dirty and felt bone tired. Smiling wryly at him, she couldn't help but feel what he was saying.

"I think you're completely barmy," she said with a laugh as she closed her eyes again, enjoying the attention Harry was giving her.

Harry just smiled at her while he continued to stoke his hand through her hair. "Yeah, this is nice," he repeated to himself as he stared down at Ginny, his smile widening.