Due to the suddenness of the wedding, there was no time for a honeymoon. However, Harry and Ginny were happy to stay at the house in Godric's Hollow. Harry would work on the house while Ginny went to training. As a married Harpy she was allowed to return home every night. Harry would be waiting for her and they would be content to just be together. Harry still shared his past with her, and Ginny felt closer to him than ever before.

Harry hired a construction company to help him with the renovations, while he completed his studies to get his qualifications. By the time the Harpy's finished their season, as League Champions, the house was completed. Neville oversaw the garden, with input from both Harry and Ginny.

Impressed with the work, Ron asked Harry and his crew to do some renovation work on their house. Likewise, Luna asked Harry to renovate their upper level to make a large room for the twins.

Ron and Hermione's wedding had been the talk of the family for most of the year, due to Hermione's immense planning. When it finally happened, Luna almost stole the limelight, going into labour as Ron and Hermione began their married life, walking back down the aisle.

Rolf immediately whisked her off the St Mungo's with a Portkey, and Ginny followed, having promised Luna she'd be there for her during the birth. Where Ginny went, Harry followed, so Ron and Hermione began their reception without their best man and matron of honour.

They did return in time for Harry to give his best man speech, making Hermione cry and Ron blush. He left it to Ginny to announce the birth of Lorcan Newt and Lysander Herman Scamander. Ginny made a point of mentioning Lysander was named in honour of Hermione, to make up for missing her friends wedding. Hermione smiled at the honour, but Luna always thought she never forgave Luna for interrupting the wedding.

Life was good for Harry. He and Ginny were ridiculously happy and content to spend much of their free time together, just the two of them. Occasionally they entertained friends at their place, or went out, but with Harry's solitary life, both with the Dursleys and the self imposed exile to Australia, Harry preferred smaller gatherings than large ones. At most of the Weasley gatherings, you'd find Harry with the children.

Two years after their wedding, Ginny and Harry proudly announced she was pregnant. James Arthur was born nine and a half months later to a tired but elated Ginny, and a teary Harry. He had a son!

His construction crew presented the new parents with a tiny hard hat and a onesie that said 'Çrew', with a hammer and a wand featured. As agreed, Ginny went back to training after three months, and was match ready for the start of the new season.

Harry was happy to be the main carer for James. He now owned the construction company, so was able to decide what jobs to take and what hours to work. James accompanied him to several sites as he oversaw the work. If Harry needed to help his crew, Molly and Arthur were delighted to look after their grandson.

Two and a half years later, they were joined by their second son, Sirius Frederick. Whilst their first born was already showing signs of wanting to follow in his daddy's footsteps and build things, little Sirius was a demon on the broom. From the very first time Harry took him up, he loved it, always wanting to go higher or faster.

Once again, Ginny returned to the Harpies, although she found it harder and harder to leave her boys every morning. And so, after the Harpy's won the championship again, Ginny decided to get pregnant again, and retire to be with her family. Harry's business had grown, and Ginny knew he missed doing the physical work.

Twin daughters Lily Luna and Molly Ginevra were born eight months after the Harpy's great victory.

With the birth of his daughters, Harry finally felt a peace, a forgiveness of sorts. A forgiveness to all those who had wronged him, had hurt him through word of deed. As he cradled his daughters, one in each arm, he knew they deserved the best of him, all his children did. Not a father who carried hurts from years gone by. He still tended to brood at times, but no more. Telling Ginny everything had been cathartic too.

Harry and Ginny remained in the house at Godric's Hollow for many, many years. It soon became known as Rose Cottage, for every year on their anniversary, Neville had taken to bringing a rose bush to plant. The scent of roses enveloped the air around the house, and their colours were magnificent.

When all their children had grown and left to begin their own lives, Harry was content to spend his days with Ginny. Their love was the one constant in his life that kept him going. Her love and support never failed to lift him, and he hoped he did the same for her. She was his everything.

But that was many years later. For today was Harry's birthday and Ginny had planned a party. Harry had been held up at work, overseeing a final inspection of a job with the owners. He Apparated home and rushed inside, straight to the shower to freshen up.

He turned around to turn the taps off, but nearly jumped when he saw flaming red/golden hair and melting chocolate coloured eyes standing outside the shower door, looking in. He opened the door slightly.

"I know, I know, I'm late and-what are you doing?" he asked his beloved wife as she brushed past him and joined him in the shower.

"Why, I'm celebrating your birthday, love," grinned Ginny. She handed him the soap. "Soap me up?"

"But...the kids?" asked Harry, weakly.

"Amra's watching them. The boys are flying, and the girls are making flower necklaces for Daddy," she told him. Her eyes blazed. "We have time."

Amra had stayed with the Harpy's until Ginny left to give birth to James. After that she became part of the Potter family. Nothing gave her more joy than looking after the children, even if Master Sirius did make her run after him on his broom!

Ginny was always convinced they conceived baby number five in the shower, and Harry couldn't deny, for there was a strong chance she was right!

They finally made their way downstairs. "Where is everybody?" asked Harry, looking around.

"Dad! Hey, Siri, Dad's home," yelled James, who had spotted him first. His sisters looked up, where Lily was placing a flower necklace around the family dog, Griffin. Their cat, Nimbus, dozed in a quiet spot in the garden, amongst all the roses.

"Daddy!"they squealed and got up, running over to him.

"This is everybody, Harry. I know you don't want a big fuss made, so it's just me and the kids tonight," said Ginny.

"Perfect," said Harry, kneeling as his four year old daughters threw themselves into his arms, raining kisses over him.

Molly put her flower necklace over his head. "You were gone for so long, Daddy."

"We missed you," said Lily, putting her necklace around his neck too.

"I'm a silly daddy for being gone for so long from my princesses, aren't I?" he asked, making the girls giggle. "Have you been good for Mummy and Amra?" he asked them.

Both girls nodded. "We even helped Mummy make your birfday cake, Daddy," said Lily.

"Lily, that was 'posed to be a surprise," scolded Molly.

"But I didn't tell him it was treacle tart," said Lily, starting to cry.

"Come on, now, let Daddy up. He has to cook the barbecue," said Ginny.

"Dad!" greeted James, nine. "Happy Birthday!" He hugged his dad. "Dad, Grifffin's kennel needs some repairs. Reckon I can help you?" he asked earnestly.

"I don't know why, seeing as he manages to sneak into the house most night," said Harry, "but yeah, we'll look at it tomorrow. Just wish I had a decent hammer," he sighed, already knowing that James had spent his hard earned pocket money on a new one for Harry.

James' face lit up. "Er, yeah, too bad, Dad," he said, pleased he was able to give his dad a present he really wanted.

"Happy Birthday, Dad. Wanna come and fly?" asked six and a half year old Sirius, hovering on a broom. He already showed a lot of promise as a future Quidditch player, and was rarely off his broom.

"Sorry son, I have to get the barbecue going. How about after tea?" he asked.

Sirius nodded, grinned and flew off, with Griffin chasing after him and barking.

An arm slid around his waist. "Happy?" asked Ginny.

He held her to him. "I'm always happiest when I'm with my family."

Ginny patted his ass. "Go on, get the barbecue going. Lils, Moll, want to come and help me with the pavlova?" She had perfected the meringue and cream dessert that Harry had grown to love during his time in Australia, and while he still preferred the treacle tart, she liked to make him a pavlova every now and then. Today he'd get both.

The girls nodded, running to catch up with their mother. She held out a hand for each one, swinging them as they walked back inside. Nimbus followed, hoping for a feed.

Harry smiled as his family went back to their activities and he headed for the barbecue. He couldn't think of a better way to celebrate his birthday.

Exactly nine months later, Ginny and Harry welcomed another girl to their family. The boys were slightly put out that the girls now outnumbered the boys. The girls treated her like a baby doll. Ron and Hermione were among the first to visit, bringing with him their three sons.

They named their new daughter, Rose.

Of course.