Warm breath blew softly onto Harry’s cheek. He cracked his eyes
slightly and saw Ginny’s blurry face, relaxed in sleep. She breathed
slowly, but deeply; her mouth was ajar, and was the source Harry’s
wakefulness. One of her small, pale arms was draped around his middle
and her legs held his hostage under the duvet. A smile crept across his
face as he realised that although this was the first time he had woken
up in Ginny’s arms, it wouldn’t be the last. He would make sure of that.
the perfection of their first morning as husband and wife was
interrupted by Harry’s full bladder. Once that was taken care of, Harry
slipped back under the covers and tried to find a comfortable way to
hold Ginny but not wake her up – there would be hell to pay, he was
sure. As he slid his arm under her pillow, the jostling woke her up
enough so that she flipped sides and buried her head with the duvet.
Harry frowned, but quickly recovered by spooning behind her.
as he was drifting back to sleep, she jerked her legs, kicking Harry’s
shin. He bit his lip in an effort to keep in the groan of pain and howl
of surprise that fought to escape him. As the pain receded and Ginny’s
breathing deepened, he realised sleep wouldn’t be returning for him. He
slipped back out of the bed, shrugged on a t-shirt and trousers from
the floor and padded into the efficient kitchen of their cottage.
sun was high in the morning sky as he looked onto the grounds through
the locked window over the sink. Harry guessed it to be close to eleven
o’clock. After their crazy night, he wasn’t surprised that they had had
a lie-in. A small pop announced someone Apparating into the
cottage and Harry whirled around to find Dobby staring back at him –
Harry didn’t even have his wand.
“Dobby!” Harry exclaimed. “What in the...”
is very sorry, sir,” the house-elf interrupted with a squeaky voice,
promptly setting down a large serving tray heaped with food, and closed
his eyes. “Master Dumbledore said I would not disturb mister and missus
if I came over with breakfast... but he was wrong.”
watched in morbid fascination as Dobby curled his ears over his eyes
and searched blindly with his hands until he found the leg of a nearby
chair. Harry wasn’t quick enough to realise what Dobby intended to do
with the wooden chair, and the house-elf had hit himself twice before
Harry could snatch it from his hands. “It’s all right, Dobby. You don’t
need to punish yourself for bringing breakfast. And you don’t have to
cover your eyes; I’m fully dressed.”
Dobby peaked slowly out from behind his ears and gave a sigh of relief. He looked tentatively around. “Is your missus...?”
Harry set down the chair and sat in it, just as his stomach gave a large growl. “No... she’s still asleep.”
then, Ginny’s head appeared from behind their bedroom door. She gave a
huge yawn and opened the door fully, tying her dressing gown as she
walked into the kitchen. “I’m awake now,” she said with a mock glare at
Harry. “With all this yammering, I don’t think anyone could even sleep
in Binns’ class.” Her eyes spied the serving tray, immediately
brightened, and she changed the subject. “What’s for breakfast?”
smiled appreciatively and levitated the tray onto the table. Ginny sat
across from Harry pulled the lid of the closest platter. She speared a
banger before Harry could blink and demolished half of it in one bite.
“A bit hungry are we?” Harry asked cheekily.
juice and magically re-filled the carafe. He bowed and Harry smiled at
him while Ginny tried to chew her sausage enough to answer him. “I’ll
be going now, Master Harry. Professor Dumbledore said to be expecting
him after noon, sir.”
“Thanks, Dobby,” Harry said and the house-elf popped out of sight.
turned back to Ginny, who had finally swallowed her food. “I’ll have
you know,” she said, absently buttering her toast, “that I haven’t had
a proper meal since our reception.” As soon as she was finished
speaking, the toast was inserted into her mouth and ripped in half
before she began to pile eggs and kippers next to it on her plate.
Filling his own plate, he wondered how they would be taking care of their laundry.
finished breakfast together, talking about their relief at being
finally married, being free of the curse, and how they were now on the
road of married life. When Ginny led Harry back to their bedroom, he
decided that he could definitely get used to being Ginny’s husband.
Dumbledore arrived promptly at noon, but because they had forgotten
about Dobby’s announcement, Harry and Ginny had to dress themselves
while the headmaster waited in the living room.
Once they were presentable, Dumbledore Portkeyed them away from the cottage and to a familiar sloping lawn.
“Harry?” Ginny asked cheekily. “Haven’t we been here before?”
Dumbledore spoke up before Harry could reply, however. “You must be the intruders Godric mentioned.”
“Godric?” asked Ginny. “You mean he’s the one that chased us out of there?”
a chuckle and a twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore motioned for them to
follow him. “He’s a decent fellow, and a friend of the family. When he
needed work about twenty years ago, I could hardly refuse him, and he’s
been here ever since.”
They approached one of the looming
walls that was overgrown with ivy. Dumbledore passed his hand over a
part of the wall and a crack appeared, spreading up and down until it
formed a doorway. He pushed on the wall and it swung open on great,
“Wait a second,” Ginny said, just before Dumbledore stepped into the castle. “You’re the owner of this castle?”
headmaster smiled kindly at Ginny and beckoned them inside. “Oh, yes.
I’m afraid the Ministry felt the need to reward me for vanquishing
Grindelwald and this,” he said with a sweeping gesture of his hand, “is
The grounds were just as spectacular as they had
been when they’d been there before, but somehow, with the thrill of
unlawful trespassing removed, it seemed even more magnificent.
walked to the door that Harry had managed to open before, and
Dumbledore turned to face them once more. “It has come to my attention
that neither of you have plans for a residence.”
Harry looked guiltily at Ginny who simply raised her brow back at him. “I thought you said you’d take care of that, Harry?”
did...I mean, I will,” he replied hotly. “I was a little busy right
before the wedding and we haven’t had a whole lot of time since then.”
Ginny coloured slightly at this comment and began to examine her toes.
cleared his throat. “Yes. Be that as it may, I have arranged to
transfer ownership of this property to Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter for
the sum of...fifty Galleons.”
Harry’s mouth fell open and Ginny’s head shot up, her eyes as round as the moon. “You mean....” she began.
“You can’t be serious,” Harry blurted.
“Indeed I am,” Dumbledore said with a chuckle, just as the caretaker appeared from behind a large hedge.
“I’m here, Master,” the man called and settled beside the elderly wizard. “I’ve got the papers, just as you asked, sir.”
“Well done, Godric,” Dumbledore praised. “Shall we retire to the drawing room?”
Not knowing what to think, and even less capable of speaking, Harry simply nodded and followed his professor into the castle.
first came much too quickly for Harry’s taste. His time with Ginny in
the Canary Islands was nothing short of magical. Even the three days
they had spent in their new home had been enjoyable. Still, it was very
good to be back at Hogwarts amongst friends and family.
Head Boy, Harry, along with the Head Girl, Hermione, was responsible
for the ceremonial opening of Hogwarts castle at the beginning of the
new school year. Since the students weren’t all at the entrance yet,
and students were mingling around the doors, Harry used the time to
Ginny found Hermione first and an excited scream followed by a spate of jubilant twittering momentarily distracted him.
“Mental, I’m telling you,” Ron said as they slapped each other on the back.
“Yeah,” Harry said, still looking at his wife with Hermione. “They’re pretty mad.”
“Not them,” Ron replied. “You!”
Marrying my sister,” Ron said with a sad shake of his head. “As if
being around me wasn’t enough Weasley in your life. Now you’re
permanently attached to one.”
“And it’s a good thing, too.”
The slimy, taunting voice of Draco Malfoy interrupted their
conversation and Harry had the urge to thwack him on general principle.
“Shove off, Malfoy,” Ron said and turned his back on him.
“If Potter hadn’t married the littlest Weasley, there’d be no one with enough pity to take her in, let alone shag her.”
anyone could blink, there was a blast of light from Harry’s wand that
struck Draco right in the middle. The blonde boy instinctively grabbed
his stomach, but when nothing seemed to happen, he smiled and laughed
“Is that the best you could do? I guess being Head Boy has finally made your ego too big for your brains to fit in your head.”
Harry simply smirked and waited for Malfoy to posture with his bodyguards some more before he finally left.
Ron gave Harry an odd look and asked, “What’d you hit him with?”
Harry’s smirk increased to a full smile. “Wait for it.”
wasn’t five seconds before Draco was howling in fright and was taking
off at high speed towards the lake, almost knocking McGonagall over in
“Delayed Bladder Buster,” Harry explained in a low whisper as McGonagall approached. “Just like with Bill.”
Ron’s mouth formed a small ‘O’ as McGonagall began to speak.
to Hogwarts, students. This year’s Head Boy, Harry Potter, and Head
Girl, Hermione Granger, will lead the students into the castle.” She
nodded at them and then retreated towards the lake, either to tend to
Malfoy, or retrieve the first-years.
Hermione broke from Ginny
and walked to the doors with Harry. He caught Ginny’s eye over
Hermione’s shoulder and gave her a wink, before moving to grab the
knob. He thought twice about it, however, and as he removed his hand,
he waved over the doorknob, uttering a quiet incantation.
know,” Harry said calmly, “you should do the honours. It’s always the
man that opens the door, but I think it’d be a refreshing change to let
you do it.”
Hermione gave him a surprised smile and then
nodded. “Of course. That’s quite thoughtful of you, Harry.” She grabbed
the handle and gave it a firm twist, before the large doors started to
creak open. “I was just telling Ginny about how underrepresented women
seem to be on the Wizengamot. There’s only a handful of them there now
and there’s a long history of...”
She stopped speaking and began to yank on the doorknob, clearly unable to remove her hand.
Harry pinched his lips between his teeth in an effort to not laugh.
“Harry, help me. I seem to be stuck,” she whispered.
was a growing interest in Hermione’s predicament from the surrounding
students and her frantic efforts to remove her hand made Harry even
more incapable of restraining his laughter.
“That’s a right good Sticking Charm, that is,” Seamus Finnegan announced. “Reckon you ought to try the counter charm?”
blushed and continued to struggle. “I used my wand hand,” she said
through gritted teeth. “I can’t perform the counter-spell with my other
Whispers from the younger students now mixed in with the not-as-quiet murmurings of the older students.
“Can you get on with it, Granger?” asked Terry Boot. “I’m starved.”
“Just a minute,” she trilled. Then more quietly, she hissed at Harry, “Will. You. Please. Help. Me?”
leaked from Harry’s eyes and it was everything he could do to restrain
himself from looking at Ginny. He knew if he did, it would be his
Finally, a large figure loomed over them and Harry’s humour evaporated.
on earth are you two doing up here?” asked a venomous-looking Professor
Snape. He surveyed Hermione’s hand and the desperate look on her face.
“Thought you’d have a little fun, did you Potter?” He spat the last
word out. “Your new...companion not enough entertainment for you, so you had to prank Miss Granger?”
The mood changed sharply then, and Harry’s eyes narrowed upon his professor. “Pick on me all you like, Professor, but leave Ginny out of this.”
sucked in a breath and opened his mouth to speak when Ginny appeared
next to Harry. “Oh, I think you’ve got enough going on, Professor
Snape, without having to worry about my husband.”
face Ginny, Snape pointed his finger at her and was again preparing to
fire off some acidic invective when Professor Dumbledore arrived. The
Headmaster tapped Hermione’s hand, which popped off the doorknob, and
he pushed the doors apart. “No time for that now, Severus. We’ve a
feast to attend.”
The spluttering Potions master was clearly
unhappy about not being able to dole out a detention or two, but
followed Dumbledore anyway.
As the students passed between the
doors, Harry felt a whisp of wind in his hair. He raised his hand to
push his hair down when he caught Hermione’s face. She winked at Harry
and with a broad smile, walked hand in hand with Ron to the Gryffindor
Harry shrugged and took Ginny’s hand. They walked into
the Great Hall and found their customary seats in the middle of the
table. It wasn’t until he’d received several wolf calls from his dorm
mates and Dumbledore was about to begin the sorting that he realised
his hair was bright pink.
Hermione’s smile was larger than the Cheshire cat’s.