A/N I've been trying to get the writing bug back for a while so I thought I'd go over some of my old work, and I realised how bad all of my mistakes were! So I've decided to go over it and try to fix some of my many many mistakes. I'm hoping someone new will read it and like my story, or someone who read it before will reread it and be reminded how tgey liked it before. As is my usual practice I won't allow anonymous revieews as they don't allow me to reply back to things that are 99% of the time negative. For tbe rest of you I hope you enjoy.

Sitting outside the Burrow Harry watched as birds flew over his head. It was peaceful here and one of the only places that he could find calm any more. He was glad the Weasley's had decided to rebuild here instead of moving away as so many other families had chosen to do. This was one of the only places in his whole life where he had felt like he was at home. Behind him he heard the door open but he didn't turn.

"Harry dear what are you doing out here? Mrs Weasley asked as she came out to stand next to him.

Harry turned to look at this woman who he had come to see as a surrogate mother. He couldn't remember what his mother's love had been like but when he was with Molly he could almost feel it.

"I was just thinking," he said turning to pull her into a hug which she quickly returned.

"Well you know you are always welcome here dear. Ginny's inside and I know she's impatient to see you."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the impatient look Molly gave him as he nodded and walked back towards to house with her.

He had to admit that he was looking forward to seeing Ginny as well. He hadn't seen her since Ron and Hermione's wedding and that had been almost three months ago. As always she was the one thing constantly in his mind, but he had found it harder and harder to come home to her. He knew that their relationship was becoming more and more strained but he couldn't help it, and a part of him needed it that way. If he grew comfortable at home with her, he would never be able to complete what he had been questing for for so long. A part of him thought about the life that he could so easily have with her now, but he couldn't help but feel the tug of all the deaths at his hands.

When he stepped over the threshold of the house the biggest reminder slapped him in the face. Sat in the corner of the sitting room George barely looked up when Harry entered. He was sat in the same chair he always seemed to be in now, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and his eyes set somewhere off in the distance.

"How's he doing?" Harry asked his voice dropping to a whisper.

Molly turned and smiled at her adopted son, "he's doing better recently, but he's not been having a good day today. He'll come out of it soon but it's best we just leave him to himself for the moment," Molly patted him on the shoulder as she passed and headed to the kitchen.

Harry stood for a moment looking at his friend who had once been so full of life and humour. He hadn't been right since Fred had died; it was a pain that not even his other siblings could understand. He had once told Harry that it felt like he had had half of him chopped away and he could no longer feel that side of his body.

Shaking his head at the pain in his friend's eyes he moved into the kitchen where he was greeted by a small child flying at him. Harry couldn't help but laugh as Teddy wrapped himself around Harry's leg hugging as tightly as he could manage. Harry reached down and extracted the little arms from around his leg lifting the child into his arms for a proper hug. Teddy wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and snuggled in tightly.

"I missed you Uncle Harry," he said his voice clear and sweet.

Teddy had turned five last month but Harry had been unable to make it back for the boy's celebration.

"You got big," he said as he placed a kiss on the child's head.

It was so strange to hold the little boy of two people he loved very much and know that if he succeeded in his plan he would change this little man for the rest of his life.

"Uncle Harry," he complained as he squirmed to be put down.

Before he could escape Harry planted another kiss on his cheek and then let him wiggle down where he promptly giggled and ran off.

Harry watched him run around the room until he escaped out of the back door. He was still laughing as he turned and his eyes fell on Ginny leaning against the doorjamb her arms folded across her chest. As always the sight of her stole the breath from his lungs and all lucid thought flew from his mind.

She had cut her hair since he had last seen her; it now barely swept her shoulders whereas before it had been a long braid down her back. His fingers itched to run those short locks through them, to feel the softness once again but he kept his fist balled at his side. She moved then snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Hello Harry," she said and he could pick out the note of apprehension.

"Hello Gin," he said smiling as she shot him a dirty look.

He was the only one that got away with calling her Gin nowadays and he liked it just because it annoyed her. Sometimes when he teased her it was almost as if things hadn't gone astray in their lives.

"How have you been?" she asked as she circled around him heading for the sink.

"Well thanks, and you?" he asked feeling stupid for the formality of their words.

He wanted nothing more than to reach out and wrap her up in his arms, to feel the creaminess of her skin under his lips again, but he couldn't bring himself to move.

"Busy, Teddy takes up most of my time now. Mum has her hands full with George most days so I look after him. He's a bright little man and he keeps me on my toes," she laughed and Harry's heart clenched.

He moved towards her then, what he was meaning to do he had no idea, but before he could reach her Teddy came screaming in from the garden. Ginny laughed as the little guy came to a halt at her feet and she reached down and pulled him into her arms.

"What mischief have you been up to now?" she asked tousling his long brown locks affectionately.

Harry watched as Teddy told Ginny the whole story not really picking up what the child was talking about, but concentrating on the interaction between the two.

Ginny was twenty one now no longer the young girl he remembered most days when he closed his eyes. She had grown a lot in the last few years as she had shouldered more responsibility in her family.

When she put Teddy down promising if he washed up she would get him some lunch, Harry wanted to reach out and wrap his hands around her waist. She'd become quiet slender in the last year or so, losing the last of the puppy fat of teenage years. Her body had filled out nicely so she had hips and a waist as all real women should. He couldn't help but notice that they weren't the only curves she had been blessed with as she reached up to retrieve a pot from atop the cupboards. Quickly catching himself he looked away as she turned her attention back to him.

Ginny knew he had been watching her, and she smiled as she moved over to the cooker ready to start making lunch. Things between the two of them hadn't been normal for some time so it was nice to see that she could still get a reaction out of him.

After the war had finished she had thought they would pick up where they had left off but he had been distant. She had given him time thinking on the fact that he had gone through a lot or trauma in his short life, and knowing that he blamed himself personally for all the deaths. But when he hadn't come to her in time she had gone to him. They had shared a few weeks of innocent love, hidden kisses in the pantry, stolen moments in the garden. But when she had wanted to deepen the relationship he had pulled away from her. It had been years now and she had no idea where she stood with Harry. She knew on paper they were broken up, but whenever he was around she wanted to crawl out of her skin with her need for him. She could feel the way he looked at her and knew he felt the same way but no matter how hard she pushed she could never get through the barrier he put around himself.

"I might go wash up before we eat," Harry said and before she could answer he disappeared up the stairs.

With a sigh Ginny leant against the counter listening to his footsteps as he climbed the stairs and made it to the landing. Harry had his own room here, when they had rebuilt they had purposefully made sure that he had a place he could call his own, but he was barely here anymore. Ginny avoided it as much as possible, thankful that her own room wasn't to close to his so she didn't have to pass it daily and have that reminder shoved in her face. Sometimes when she was feeling particularly lost or her heart ached particularly hard at the fact he wasn't around she would slip into his room and pull things out of his trunk. If it hadn't been long since his last visit she could sometimes get lucky and find a sweatshirt that still held the vestiges of his scent. She knew that lingering on those things would only cause her pain later but sometimes she just couldn't help but cave. With another sigh she turned back to the stove and carried on cooking.