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A/N: Thanks to those who left reviews, so far. I love getting them! And, because of them, I decided to continue with this story. This chapter is a bit of a filler, as nothing major happens, plot wise. But, I found that I enjoyed writing about Harry being happy, for a change. Even though he is showing his grief for those who died, he is also starting to feel happiness. I tried to transition his feelings from total angst to mostly happy as well as I could. I hope it works for you!
CHAPTER FIVE 
Ginny woke up the next morning with a feeling of peace she had never felt before. It took her a while to get her bearings and figure out where she was. Then all the memories of yesterday flooded back to her and a feeling of warmth spread through her body. She found herself still lying in Harry’s arms and it felt wonderful. She took in a nice, deep breath and closed her eyes again. She just wanted to enjoy these feelings a little longer before getting started with the day. It was going to be another difficult one; what with the funerals and reuniting Harry with the family. But first, I want to enjoy the next few hours with him, alone. It’s been way too long.

Harry felt something stir next to him. It took him a while to realize it wasn’t a thing but a person; a very soft and sweet-smelling person asleep in his arms. He couldn’t remember feeling this good waking up in the morning, before. He also couldn’t remember the last time he had such a good night’s sleep.

“Good morning,” mumbled Harry.

“Morning. Sleep well?”

“Mmm, very. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.” He snuggled his face into her hair and took a deep breath. “And, you?” he asked.

“Great, thank you; no nightmares; no headaches; just peaceful sleep.”

“Hmmm…it would appear we are very good for each other, then?”

“Oh, most definitely” she smiled.

“Took us a while to figure that one out, though” Harry mused.

“Well, better late than never, they say”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard, whoever they are” After a short pause he continued. He wanted to ask her about last night, “Gin?”

“Yeah?”

“How are you feeling about, well, you know, what we did last night?

“What do you mean? What did we do last night?” asked Ginny with a look of confusion. “I only remember us kissing for a little bit and then getting in bed and falling asleep in each other’s arms. I was so exhausted. I don’t remember anything else. What are you talking about?” Ginny’s face didn’t give any hint of joking.

“You’re not serious?” Harry was asking, hoping this was one of her jokes. Could she have been so tired that she really didn’t remember? No, this had to be a joke. But, how could she joke about something like that?

Ginny couldn’t stand the anguished, panicked look on Harry’s face. She burst into a huge grin. “Harry! I’m teasing you! For God’s sake…how could you think I would forget something like that?”

Harry blushed as he felt very stupid, all of a sudden. Then he decided to take another approach to her ‘meanness’. “So, you want to play, huh?” he asked as he started to tickle her mercilessly.

“AAAAH! Harryyyy! S-s-s-stoooopp!!!!” she gasped in between laughs.

“Only if you apologize for being so mean to me and tell me how wonderful I was last night and how much you enjoyed yourself!”

“Are you serious?! Ooooh, o, OK!! Just stop, pleeeease!!!” Harry paused to hear her answer.

“You were soooo wonderful last night; the best I’ve ever had!! There, was that what you wanted to hear?”

“Wait a minute…aren’t I the only one you’ve ever had?” he asked.

“Well, would it really matter to you?”

“Well, it would make you’re statement of me being the best pretty lame, wouldn’t it?” and with this he started the tickle torture again.

“I’m waiting!” he sang.

“OK, OK!!!” She was trying desperately to wiggle out of his grip. “I’ll be honest this time!”

“OK, but this had better be good…”

After a few calming breaths Ginny brought her head to Harry’s level and looked him in the eyes. “You know you’re the only person I’ve ever done that with. But, even without having anything to compare it to, I know that what we did last night was amazing. I know it was the most amazing thing I have every experienced in my life.
And, you were incredible. Is that better?”

Harry smiled. “Mmmhmm, much.”

“Good” She then leaned in to kiss him deeply and purposefully. She didn’t want him to have any doubts that she meant what she said.

All thoughts abandoned Harry as he concentrated on her kisses. He could stay like this forever. All too soon they broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Does that express to you how much I enjoyed last night?” she whispered.

“Yeah, but I might need a little more convincing, you know, just to be sure…”

“I would love to oblige but, we have to get ready. I promised Ron and Hermione I would have you back a couple hours before the funerals so they could talk with you.”

“Ugh, the funerals; I woke up in such a good mood I actually forgot what we had to do today. And, I have to face your family. I think I’d just like to stay under the covers the rest of the day. You go on without me.”

“Oh, no you don’t Harry Potter. I promised you’d be there and I will deliver on my promise. Now get up and get showered. I’ll check on breakfast before getting washed up.”

With a moan, Harry let a naked Ginny drag him out of the comfort of his bed and push him into the bathroom. God she is gorgeous. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her. All in all, not a bad way to wake up in the morning, he thought to himself.

While Harry was showering, images of last night crept into his thoughts. He still couldn’t believe how much his life had changed in the past 24 hours. Yesterday, I was so full of sorrow and grief and guilt. Today I feel alive and more hopeful and, dare I say it…happy? Yes, he still felt guilty about all those who sacrificed so much for him so he could go on and defeat Voldemort. But, he found he was able to live with the guilt better today. Though he knew it would always stay with him, he now had hope that it would get less intense as the years went by. Listen to me, thinking about the years ahead. That’s the first time since I found out about the prophecy that I thought about my future without dreading it. Weird…

Ginny put on her pajamas, the ones she never got around to wearing last night, and called for Kreacher. After a few second he popped into the bedroom and bowed deeply. “What can Kreacher do for the Miss Weasley?”

“Oh Kreacher, I wish you wouldn’t bow to me like that. It’s really not necessary. I’ve never had a house elf before and I’m just not comfortable with all this ‘master/servant’ stuff.”

Kreacher was a little confused by these remarks. He thought he was showing respect by bowing. Maybe he’d been out of touch with people for too long while he was on his own. He would have to ask the Hogwart’s elves about this later. For now, he would do as she wished.

“How may I help you, Miss Weasley?” he asked again looking up at her this time.

“Would you mind bringing our breakfast up here this morning? We’re in a little bit of a rush to bet back to the Burrow for the next funerals.”

“Are they burying my old mistress’ niece today?” Kreacher asked.

“Oh, that’s right…I forgot Tonks’ mother was a Black before she married!” After a little thought Ginny asked Kreacher a question. “Kreacher, do you want to come to the funerals, as well?”

“Oh, well, Kreacher did not know Miss Tonks very well and hasn’t seen Mrs. Tonks since she was living here with her family. And…Kreacher has seen so many funerals this past week…” tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry Kreacher! I didn’t mean to upset you. I know a lot of elves died in the battle, as well.” Ginny put what she hoped was a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Kreacher was a little unsettled by her touch, but realized he didn’t mind it too much. “Well, Kreacher, will go now and start breakfast.” Without another word, he apparated to the kitchens leaving Ginny feeling a bit bad about their conversation.

Harry had gotten out of the shower and heard most of the conversation Ginny had with Kreacher. He now came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on top of her head. “You have a very nice way of treating Kreacher. Hermione would be so proud.”

“Oh, but I think I insulted him some how. He seemed so uncomfortable when I touched his shoulder and when I asked him to the funeral. Was I being rude?” she asked with her eyes wide with concern.

“Oh Gin, you were just being your normal loving self. If, Kreacher feels insulted it’s only because well…it’s like Dumbeldore said; he hasn’t been shown much love or understanding over his lifetime, now has he?”

“No, I suppose not. But, I still feel bad for making him uncomfortable.”

“That’s one of the things I love about you. You genuinely care about what others feel.”

“Oh? And, what are some of the other things you love about me?” she asked as she turned to face Harry and put her arms around his neck.

“Oh, that would take all day. And, as much as I would love to stay here and tell you all the things I love about you, we can’t do that.”

“Hmm, you think you’re so slick. But, I’m not letting you off the hook so easily. I will ask you the same question again soon. So, be prepared, Potter. You’d better have some good answers ready.”

“Believe me, it won’t be hard,” Harry bent down and gave Ginny a loving kiss which she returned in kind. Ginny suddenly realized Harry wasn’t wearing anything but a towel around his waist and she couldn’t help but think of how much she wanted to take that towel off and start something with him. But, that would have to wait.

“Alright, that’s all for now! I have to get showered and dressed before breakfast arrives.”

“Awww, give a guy a break, will ya? We haven’t properly snogged for almost 20 minutes!” Harry whined.

“It’s not the snogging that’s the problem. It’s what the snogging will lead to that will make us late.” She smirked at him as she walked off to the bathroom.

“Well, how can you expect me to resist? Just look at you in your flimsy night clothes. And me, with nothing on but a towel. A guy can only take so much!”

“Well, you’ll have to take it a little longer. I already told you I do not want to be late in getting you home. See you in a bit!” she sang as she shut the door.

Harry got on with the task of getting dressed. He wanted to look proper for the funerals. Of course, his hair was not cooperating in the least. He’d have to remember to ask Hermione about any hair taming charms she might know. Soon, Kreacher was back with an enormous amount of food and drinks.

“Wow, Kreacher, you’ve outdone yourself! You do realize it’s only me and Ginny for breakfast this morning, right?”

“Well, Kreacher knows that Harry Potter hasn’t been feeling well lately and hasn’t eaten properly for months. Harry Potter must eat more to keep up his strength.” With that he placed the trays down on the small round table by the window.

“Between you and Mrs. Weasley I think I will be fattened up in no time.” Harry chuckled. “Thanks, Kreacher.”

They ate their breakfast while skimming the Profit for news and making light conversation. It felt so comfortable with Ginny, Harry couldn’t help smiling. It was so…domestic. He really could get used to this.

After gorging themselves on Kreacher’s wonderful breakast, they finished getting ready. It was then that Harry started feeling nervous. He really didn’t know how he was going to handle seeing everyone after so long. Mostly, he just didn’t want to explain why he was hiding for the past week. He was embarrassed by the fact that he had not been in control of his emotions and was unable to cope. He knew he had shut everyone out and he didn’t think they would be too happy with him for that. Ah, well, best be on with it.

Before he had anymore time to think, they flooed to the Burrow, Harry falling onto the kitchen floor rather ungracefully and Ginny tripping over him, shortly after.

“Ugh!” stated Ginny. “Good thing there isn’t anyone in the kitchen to see that arrival.” They stood up and Ginny muttered a cleaning charm on her and Harry then went to the parlor to see if anyone was there.

They found Mr. Weasley reading the paper and Hermione curled up against Ron, reading a book, while he dozed on the sofa. As soon as Ginny cleared her throat Hermione looked up and practically flew off the sofa to give Harry a huge hug. Poor Ron was startled awake with his wand at the ready, thinking they were under attack.

“Harry! It’s you! You’re back!” she screamed. “Oh, we missed you so much! Are you feeling alright, now? You still look pretty awful. Have you been able to eat anything?”

“Whoa, whoa, Hermione,” said Harry, smiling shyly at her many questions. “First of all, it’s good to see you, too. Secondly, I’m feeling much better now and thirdly, I actually had my first real meal this morning, thanks to Ginny and Kreacher.”

“Oh, Ginny, you did a great job getting here so quickly. How did you manage to do it?” She gave her a hug as well.

“Well, I have my ways” replied Ginny, slyly.

“Alright, all sentimental females out of the way,” called Ron, who was now fully awake and functional. He gave Harry a quick hug and told him it was good to have him back. “Are you going to go with us to the funerals, then?”

Hermione slapped Ron’s arm while Ginny gave him a glare, “Way to go, Ron. You really know how to change a mood in a room,” said Ginny.

“What? I don’t see the point in beating around the bush about these things. Harry’s a grown man. He can handle it. Can’t you, mate?”

“Ron’s right. There’s no reason to avoid the inevitable. We all have to deal with it. I will be going with you all to the funerals today. Although, to answer your question, I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it all.” After a pause he turned to Mr. Weasley, “Listen Ron and Mr. Weasley, before I go any further I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about everything that’s happened to your family because of me, well, I mean, because of this war.” He was trying hard not to blame himself for everything, more for their benefits than his own. He still knew the truth, even if they wanted to pretend. “ I just…I wish things had worked out differently. I wish…” Tears started to from at the corner of Harry’s eyes. He decided to stop as it was getting too hard to speak any longer.

At this point, Mr. Weasley got up and walked over to Harry and put his hands on his shoulders, “Son, I think I speak for the entire family when I say, you’ve got to stop blaming yourself for everyone’s deaths. You didn’t cause them to die. Voldemort did. Now, I know it will take a long time for you to come to terms with that idea, but for yourself and Ginny, and for the rest of this family, you have to let the guilt go. It will eat you up inside. And, Harry, you don’t deserve that. You of all people have been through enough darkness for one lifetime. You need to stop punishing yourself. Do you believe those who died would want us to keep living in sadness and guilt the rest of our lives? No. They died so we could go on living. How do you think it would be best to honor their lives and deaths? By continuing to live in despair and self-blame? Or by making the most out of the second chance they gave us. They died so we could live. Remember that Harry. I want you to work on that over the next few months. I want to see you live in happiness and peace. I want that for you and my daughter and everyone else I love. Can you do that for me, Harry? And for all those who died for us?” He gave Harry a hug as the latter had given into his tears.

Ginny hoped that Harry would believe what her father had said to him. She was so proud of how her father was treating Harry like one of his own. Maybe, if enough people showed him their love and understanding, he would finally feel whole again.

Harry pulled back from Mr. Weasley and whispered his thanks. He believed Mr. Weasley was speaking the truth. But, he also knew it was going to be difficult to do what he asked of him. But, he would try; at least try for Ginny’s sake. He wanted to make her life happy. And, for some reason, he seemed to be what she still wanted. So, he was going to try his hardest to move on with his life and be there for her. That is what he did it all for, after all.

Harry was about to ask if he could go and talk to George when Mrs. Weasley showed up at the doorway wearing a look of surprise mixed with relief on her face. She already had tears rolling down her face as she walked right up to Harry and enveloped him in a bone crushing hug. “Harry James Potter! Don’t you ever worry me like that again!” She pulled back after a long embrace and looked him over thoroughly. “You are way too thin, your eyes are sunk into their sockets and you are as pale as a ghost! I have got my work cut out for me, don’t I?” She smiled through her tears as she gave him another hug.

“OK, OK! Mum! Let the boy breath, will you? If he’s as bad off as you say he is you’re going to squeeze out whatever life is left in him!” Ron said.

She let go of Harry and turned on Ron, “Oh, hush Ronald! Except for that brief moment after the battle, I haven’t see Harry in over 10 months. I am entitled to a little over-reaction, aren’t I? Didn’t I treat you and Hermione the same way last week?”

“OK, mum. Just try to go a little easier on him than you did with us, OK? I think he’s in a little more of a fragile state than we were.” Harry let Mrs. Weasley fuss over him a little longer. She didn’t mention anything about Fred but Harry could see it in her eyes. The sadness and grief were apparent, even when she was smiling. He wanted to apologize to her like he just did to Ron and Mr. Weasley, but before he could say a word she had changed her gears and was now in full ‘preparation to leave’ mode.

“Ok, off with you lot! I want you all looking clean and well dressed for the funerals. I promised Andromeda we would get there early to help take care of Teddy so she could have some time to get ready, herself. Poor thing; she’s worse off than I am. Not only has she lost her only child, she’s lost her husband, too. All she has is Teddy, now…he’s what’s going to keep her going.” She rambled on, basically talking to herself as she walked off to get ready.

“Well, she seems to be coping much better than I thought she would,” stated Harry a little concerned about how franticly she seemed to be keeping busy, now.

“Yeah, she’s been a bit better since she realized there is someone out there going through a similar situation as she is. She channels all of her grief and loneliness for Fred into helping Andromeda, now,” explained Ron. “It keeps her busy. It’s good, I guess. But, sometimes I wonder what will happen when she finally slows down and it all hits her. I just think she’s setting herself up for a big fall, later. But, we’ve all tried to talk to her. She just won’t listen…Oh, well mate, we had better go and get ready before she sees we’re still down here.” Ron led the way upstairs with Harry, Ginny and Hermione right behind him. They passed by George’s room and Harry had a strong urge to go in and talk to him. But, he decided he would wait until after the funerals. He had enough grief to deal with for now.

****

In a short while the family found themselves at the Tonks’ front gate. There were chairs set up for the funerals but thankfully, the caskets weren’t present, yet. It was still early. Harry was eager to see little Teddy. This would be the first time he would see his godson. He wished it was under different circumstances. But, he was excited, none the less.

The whole lot went into the house with Mr and Mrs. Weasley in the lead. They found Andromeda sitting on the sofa feeding a bottle to Teddy. He was so tiny. Harry noticed right away that Teddy had taken on Tonks’ abilities to change his features at will. He didn’t know it started so young. But, there was Teddy changing the color of his hair from brown to blonde to green. It seemed to change with every breath he took. Harry went over to get a closer look and greeted Andromeda.

“Hello, Harry. Meet your godson, Teddy. Teddy, this is your godfather, Harry.” She whispered to the little baby.

“Oh, Mrs. Tonks, he is so beautiful. Remus and Tonks would be so proud. Well, they were so proud.” Harry remembered how happy Remus was the day his son was born.

“Yes, they were,” she replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Everyone took turns holding the baby, while Andromeda excused herself to get ready. Molly went up to help her. By 1 o’clock, the coffins were in place and the garden was full of family and friends, most of whom were order members or aurors who worked with Tonks and Mad-eye. But, Harry noticed two guests he definitely didn’t expect to see, sitting in the back row, apart from everyone else.

He pulled Ginny towards him and pointed out the guests to her. They both stood there and stared until Ron and Hermione walked over to see what they were staring at.

“Bloody hell,” said Ron in a hushed voice. “What are they doing here?”

“Well, they are relatives, aren’t they?” answered Hermione. “I suppose Andromeda knows about them being here. Either way, they have a right to be here. She was Tonks’ aunt, by blood, anyway.”

“But, shouldn’t they be in Azkaban awaiting trial, or something? I mean, they’re just allowed to walk around free like that?” asked Ron, still astonished.

“Well, they didn’t actually kill anyone and Narcissa did redeem herself a little by helping keep Harry’s cover so Voldemort would believe he was really dead. Either way, they are free to live their lives until their trials begin. Now, Lucius is another story.”

“Yeah, I’m glad they locked him up from the start. He’s got a nasty record, that one.”

“Still, it must be hard on the two of them, knowing they may never see him again,” said Ginny.

Harry hadn’t said a word the entire time. He had mixed feelings about Malfoy and his mother, in general. He supposed if it was OK with Mrs. Tonks for them to be here, he wasn’t going to say anything about it. They made there way to the front row and took their seats by Andromeda and the rest of the Weasleys. Teddy was asleep in Mrs. Weasely’s arms.

The ceremony went by smoothly, with Kingsley officiating and giving a brief eulogy for each of them. Mr. Weasley also spoke of a few good memories he had of the couple over the years. It wasn’t until the end that Andromeda lost control of her emotions. She started wailing uncontrollably and had to be helped back into the house by Molly. Harry felt an awful ache in his heart for her and for Teddy. He promised himself he would do whatever he could to ease the burden for them, both emotionally and financially.

Harry waited until most of the crowds had left before walking up to the caskets and saying his goodbyes to Remus and Tonks. He was crying, as he asked for their forgiveness and told them he would do his best to make sure their son knew how brave and loving his parents were. This was so hard. He wanted so badly for this not to be real. He just couldn’t’ believe they were never going to see their son again.

When Ginny felt Harry had wallowed in his grief long enough she walked over to him to gently steer him away from the caskets. She couldn’t let him stay like that too long or he would be swallowed up by his depression again and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to get him back as easily this time. Ron and Hermione came to help and the four of them walked back to the house with their arms around each other. Harry was grateful for their support, but felt he needed to do something to make up for Andromeda’s and Teddy’s losses, as soon as possible. He knew it was guilt making him think like this, but he just couldn’t help it. He decided he would take a trip to Gringott’s later in the week to set up an account for Teddy, much like the one his parent’s had set up for him. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

When the family made it back to the Burrow, they left Molly behind to spend the night with Andromeda, to take care of her and the baby. George had gone straight to his room and Mr. Weasley and Percy had some business to attend to at the Ministry. Charlie had flooed with Bill and Fleur to their house for the night. So, it was that the four teenagers found themselves alone and free for the evening. 



A/N Well, there it is. I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter is a lot of H/G and R/H romance and Harry's talk with George. It's almost finished and should be up soon. As always, please leave a review!

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