(A/N: Ok, since everyone wanted a sequel…HERE IT IS! It's going to be a series; I'm not sure how many parts. I'll try to include their kids and everything. Plus, since everyone wanted them, the various historical figures will be included! Muggle AND Wizarding, thankyouverymuch. Plus, it's now from Ginny's POV. Any who, here it is. Everybody, WHEN YOU'RE DEAD!)
The day started out like any other. She crawled out of bed, changed her clothes by thinking about what she wanted to wear, went downstairs, said good morning to Thomas Jefferson, skipped breakfast (she was dead; dead people don't need breakfast), and plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV. She changed it from channel 67 (Desperate Housewife reruns - AGAIN!) to channel 37 (Earth). She snuggled up with a blanket and watched on the split three-way screen all three of her beautiful children. James; looked just like his father, and still wasn't awake; Lily; was the spitting image of her namesake, and cooking breakfast for her family; Albus Severus; A red-headed Hogwarts professor with dazzling green eyes, in the Great Hall eating breakfast.
All of them looked so happy, thought Ginny, watching as Lily's husband, Damian Longbottom, came up behind her and gave her a hug, kissing her on the cheek.
And, of course, Ginny was happy for them. She loved how their lives had turned out. She loved James marrying another Gryffindor, Janey Wood, Oliver's daughter (another redhead, Ginny noted). She definitely loved Lily marrying Neville and Luna's son. Finally, those two are officially part of the family. She certainly didn't mind Albus Severus teaching at Hogwarts; he had a girlfriend and taught Defense Against the Dark Arts quite well. She couldn't help but giggle when she thought of how he was following in his namesake's footsteps; next year, he was starting as headmaster.
All the children were getting old, as well. James was already 58, Albus, 57, and Lily bringing up the rear with 56. As much as it pained Ginny to think about it, she knew that her children would be joining her shortly. A tear slid down her cheek as she recalled raising each. Catching James pranking Ron and Hermione's poor children; Watching Lily race up to her and with purple hair, her first accidental magic; and the joy on Al's face as he opened his acceptance letter from Hogwarts. Moments such as these were etched in her memory for eternity. She loved her children deeply, and realized that she could accept their future deaths if she knew they would come join her here, forever happy.
Harry watched from behind Ginny; he saw the many emotions crossing her face. She loved watching them all day. He often had to pry her away from the TV in order to get any of her attention what-so-ever. He snuck up behind her and planted a kiss on the top of her head. She turned to him, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Been watching the kids again, have you?"
She smiled lithely and replied, "Yeah. I just love knowing they're ok. I love knowing everything is ok.
"But Gin, everything is more interesting when nobody knows."
"Says the boy-who-lived."
Both grinned and Harry said, "Yep, that's a direct quote. And so is this." He leaned down to kiss her, neither noticing their parents and friends trickling into the room.
"Ew, not again." Ron and Hermione had just finished breakfast, and Ron wanted to watch some House reruns. "We don't have House in England!" he had said excitedly the day before to Harry, after watching about 80 reruns of it.
"Oh, shut up, Ron. You're just sad you can't watch House."
"Why yes, I am. I wonder why…Could it be because YOU TWO ARE GROSSING ME OUT AND BLOCKING THE TV AT THE SAME TIME?!?!?!!"
"Oh, shut up Ron," injected Hermione, taking a seat on the couch next to Ginny. "I think it's very nice that Harry and Ginny still love each other."
"Well, could they go 'love each other' some where else?"
"Ooh, is he suggesting what I think he is?" Harry raised an eyebrow at Ginny.
"I do believe he is, Mr. Potter." Ginny raised one as well, and both smiled and ran upstairs.
Ron couldn't care less. House was making fun of some students because they didn't figure out how to cure a lady whose neck had internal bleeding.
"Idiots," muttered Ron, "It's obviously Lupus…"
(A/N: Ok, so there's the first chapter. Not very long, I know. Sorry about switching POVs in there. I tried to put in historical figures, but that horrendiful run-on sentence in the beginning made me forget. Anyway, it will be very fluffy and full of jokes about prime-time TV. Hope you likie, 'cause I need to do some home work now. BYE!!!!!)