Harmony.

There was no other way to describe it. The last 10 years had been perfect for the two people sitting on the porch. The man was tall and thin, but powerfully built for all of his apparent lankiness. The woman with him was shorter but still threw an imposing shadow when she needed to. The man's face had the hallmarks of a person who had seen too much for one person to bear and a few scars to match. The woman had no marks except a slight scratch mark on her neck. Her face gave nothing away but could be the giver of great knowledge when the situation was dire. They sat on the porch on a pair of matched chairs. Dark oak with brass finishing's for the main, each had a gemstone set into wood of the backrest just above head level, emerald for the man and a diamond for the lady. They shone in the setting sun as the two reclined on them.

The couple sat until the light began to fade. With the last rays of sunlight glinting off the jewels in their seats the pair got up and, hand-in-hand went into the house. When they had crossed the threshold the man locked the door behind them. They went into the living room and curled up on the sofa. The woman pulled a book from the side table and had opened it at her previous bookmark. She sat quietly reading her tome while the man read over her shoulder, occasionally pointing out interesting snippets that caught his eye.

While they sat there the man summoned some drinks from the side cabinet for the two of them. The woman gave him a smile and a quick kiss and then she resumed her reading. The book she was absorbed in was a very old edition. The spine was well worn due to constant rereading and the pages were marked with innumerable marks and annotations that had been written on scraps of paper and clipped to the pages to avoid damage to the book.

After about an hour the pair got up and, after replacing the book on the shelf, went up the stairs to their bedroom. They got undressed and slipped into their night attire. For the man a pair of red and gold silk pyjamas with an embroidered lion on the left breast. The woman's attire was similar to her companions but hers was a one piece nightgown. They lay in bed for a while talking about nothing. On this, the 10 year anniversary of their victory they also talked about the battle itself and the months leading up to it, the hardships that they had faced and triumphed over. This discussion brought a tear to the eye of the young lady. When her partner saw this he changed the subject. After another few minutes of idle chat they said their goodnights and snuggled down. The man gave a sigh of contentment. Even 10 years after the final showdown in the courtyard of his alma mater he was still surprised to realise that he was lying next to the love of his life and he was happy. The world had not needed them for the last 10 years and they had dropped out of the sight of the world. This was how Harry Potter and Hermione Granger wanted it and life was good.

For the moment.