Note: Just a one-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any characters therein.
Harry kissed his daughter's forehead before leaving the quiet room and gently shutting the door. So much had changed since Voldemort's death. Parents could put their children to sleep without the overwhelming fear of death-eaters or dark magic.
Harry's children didn't even know, none of them were old enough to go to Hogwarts yet, and Ginny and Harry had decided not to disturb their innocence. They didn't need to know, not yet.
Sitting down in a comfortable armchair, Harry pushed his fingers through his untamable mess of hair and took of his glasses. He felt so happy that everything was over, that he and his friends had stopped the ever-present evils that had been so predominant in their childhoods, but at the same time, Harry felt that the world was almost too quiet, too peaceful, everything was so surreal.
Ginny came up to the armchair and hugged Harry from behind. "Everything all right?" she whispered softly in his ear.
"Fine," he said to his wife, "almost too much so." He smiled, assuring her he was joking; she laughed.
"Just wait until the kids get a bit older," she smirked, "we'll see how peaceful it is when there are three of them at Hogwarts!" They laughed together and Harry pulled her close to him.
Maybe a little peace wasn't so bad after all.