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whinlatter · 6 months

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Wild card trick or treat: go nuts, friend.

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an excuse to post hinny deleted scenes??? 👀👀👀

i bit off more than i can chew with this delightful trick or treat challenge but i do have literally mountains of dumb harry/ginny letters that didn't make the cut in beasts so here's some deleted scenes/the two of them doing what they do best (flirting by post, shooting the shit). do i love these lines? not particularly, but i love these two and i couldn't find anywhere for this extremely dumb exchange to go in the fic so sharing it here in honour of halloween will have to do! thank you sm @turanga4!

Gin,

How’s your week? It’s shit here. Work’s shit, weather’s shit, house is shit. Today I also stood in literal dog shit and I couldn’t even scourgify my shoe because I was in a street full of Muggles so I had to wait until I was in the employee entrance at work to try clean it out. And then when I walked in someone said ‘what’s that smell’, and then someone else started retching and someone else started pointing and going ‘shit is that Harry Potter’. So then I had to try to pretend like it wasn’t me that had shit on my shoe until the room had cleared and I could finally sort it out. And now I’m worried the Prophet is going to run a story about how Harry Potter smells like shit, or start calling me The Boy Who Lived in His Own Filth, or bring those Potter Stinks badges out of retirement and send them into mass production, or something.

Yours (drowning in shit) -

Harry

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The Boy Who Lived in His Own Filth (catchy),

I’m sorry your week has been so full of shit (literal and figurative). It does seem cosmically cruel that you can save the Wizarding World and still find yourself standing in dog shit. You’d think the universe would give you a pass, or something. Really, no treading in dog shit for the rest of your life seems the least the universe could do for you, given how much trouble you’ve gone to. I’m outraged on your behalf and willing to write to whatever necessary higher power to make this right.

It’s pretty shit here too. I miss you (yawn, lame, boring). When you inevitably go into hiding from the brutal Prophet expose of your personal hygiene habits you are very welcome to hang out with me up here/hide out in Hagrid’s cabin and help me try to explain to him the proper consistency of custard.

Yours in shitty solidarity,

Hagrid’s long suffering sous chef

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Dear Hagrid’s long suffering sous chef/custard de-lumper in chief,

Thanks for the sympathy. I miss you too, a lot (yawn, lame, boring). Ron’s just asked if I’m writing to you ‘again’ like he doesn’t write to Hermione each time there’s a Y in the day. He just asked what we even talk about. So if he asks I told him we’re working on a big list of his flaws and most embarrassing moments to read out at his thirtieth and/or him and Hermione’s wedding, whichever comes first. Now he’s saying we’re ‘very childish’ and keeps trying to get a look at the parchment to check if I was lying or not. Oh wait no now he’s going up to his room to write Hermione about his very busy exciting day spent reading evidence logs and complaining about the canteen’s stingy pie portions. What a lucky girl.

Keep fighting the good custard fight.

Yours,

Harry

PS. Thanks for the offer but have to say no to hiding out in Hagrid’s hut. Fang’s poos are huge. I can’t risk it. Can I not crash in your dormitory? The steps up to the girls’ rooms don’t still turn into slides, do they?

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Outrageous and scandalous attempt to wangle your way into my bed, Potter. Of course the steps still turn into slides. What, you thought because there was a war on and the castle got pounded to smithereens the relics of archaic magical paternalism designed to defend young witches’ virtues would somehow cease to function? How naive. Anyway, I for one am grateful for the slides, if they stop you bringing your stinky shit covered shoes into our dormitory.

Tell Ron I'm writing you absolute filth. Like debauched sexual propositions, truly eye-watering stuff. That said, if you think for a second I’m not going to back my dear brother in his campaign for generous pie portions then you’re out of your mind. Despite the sneering of critics (you), we Weasleys believe in the importance of hearty pie helpings, almost as much as we believe in the importance of perfect custard viscosity.

Yours,

Ginny

PS. You're literally not going to believe this - wrote this letter at Hagrid’s, was heading out and sealing it up to send and I literally stepped in one of Fang's enormous shits. What are the chances???

#hinny #this is extremely dumb content #but they're dumb jocks at heart so it works #literally just harry and ginny flinging poo jokes at each other across the scottish border #hinny fanfiction #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #beasts #trick or treat challenge

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booksforevermore13 · 1 year

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Late night cravings

Summary: Midnights are the ideal time for Ginny to realize she loves brownies. And bananas. And the need for Harry to make her some. Pure fluff.

A/N: A short something I wrote after a highly stressful week. Plotline suggested by the all-wonderful @chef-hagrid.

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“Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in.”

...

This was the second night in a row, she couldn’t sleep. Midnights, she decided, were positively more tiresome than the mornings.

Ginny turned around again, careful not to roll over on her belly. She huffed, frowning as she felt the cold absence of her husband beside her on the bed.

She was hungry, she realised. Which was odd. It hadn’t been even three whole hours since she had eaten.

Ginny wasn’t even really hungry, she realised. She just…she was just hungry for brownies. And bananas. Especially bananas. Ginny groaned, then got up, her back cracking as she sat up on the bed.

“Fuck it,” she cursed, as she put on her slippers and headed towards the kitchen. She hated it when Harry was off on his night missions, leaving her all alone in the house. Especially now, when she was so satirically lonely. And hungry.

Come to think of it now, Harry really had been going on quite a few night missions lately. This week alone, he had not been home at all during the nights.

Ginny brought out a pan, turned on the oven, then left everything on the counter and gazed at the clock. Four more hours and he’d be back home. Before he’d have to leave again.

She huffed, then set to work. While she didn’t know, per say, how to make brownies, Ginny figured….it wouldn’t be that hard. Flour, eggs, cocoa, milk, how hard could it really be?

She had never even cracked eggs before though. Something about a glob of slimy things coming out of a cracked shell irked her. She’d seen Harry make eggs before, seen her mum too. Last time she was at Hermione and Ron’s, she’d helped Hermione make dinner, and Hermione had made eggs too. Eggs weren’t hard.

Obviously.

One and a half hours later, Ginny rethought her statement.

Eggs were hard. So was flour, cocoa, and the weird bitter tasting powder that Ginny had measured up in a small bowl and left aside.

She stepped back, her clothes lathered in egg whites and flour, frustration clouding all rational thoughts in her head.

“When the hell is he going to come back?” she muttered angrily, throwing her apron aside, as she switched off the now hot oven. In a fit of rage, she scooped up some cocoa into her mouth and then grabbed a banana, biting into it to lighten the bitter feeling in her mouth.

“Brownies can go to hell,” she muttered, stomping back into the bedroom, flinging the banana peel into the bin.

And as Ginny got back into the bed again, she glanced once again at the clock, noting the time until he’d be back beside her.

It wasn’t even something she tried to hide, but she missed him.

Terribly.

…

As luck would have it, as would the sun, when Ginny woke up, she was tucked against his side.

Even without opening her eyes, his mere scent comforted her, nearly lulling her back to sleep.

Ginny opened her eyes, looking up to see the sleeping form of her husband.

His hair lay messily on his forehead, his eyes crinkling once in a while as he slept. Ginny smiled, all her frustration towards him the previous night vanished in a trace.

“Staring’s considered rude, you know,” Harry said softly, and Ginny smiled, lightly brushing her hand through his hair.

“Well, excuse me for staring at my husband,” she quipped and Harry opened his eyes, gazing down at her with those bright green eyes.

“Three years and I still can’t believe it sometimes,” he softly said.

“Believe what?”

“That you call me husband.”

Ginny laughed, her laugh echoing through the room, the sunlight trickling in through the gap in the curtains. She placed her hand on her belly as if by instinct, then looked up at Harry, a smile on her face.

“So..” Harry smirked, “you want to tell me what happened in the kitchen last night?”

The smile vanished. Ginny made a face, and then frowned up at him. “I was hungry -”

“I figured.”

“- for brownies.”

Harry lightly chuckled, then grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, putting them on before turning to face his wife.

“It isn’t even just brownies,” she went on. “Bananas. I have an inhuman, unexplainable craving for bananas, and old me would just be.. borderline revolted, but I can’t stop thinking about banana puddings, and banana chips, and -”

“- bananas in general,” Harry finished. “You know there could be a dozen more interpretations of that,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively, laughing as Ginny lightly smacked him on the arm.

“Anyway,” Ginny rolled her eyes, “I, yes I, was trying to make banana brownies last night, but as you already saw, that went exactly as I wanted it to.”

Harry laughed, bringing Ginny closer to his face, before kissing her gently on the forehead. Then, as if deep in thought, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply.

“You want me to whip up a fresh batch?” he said, his voice muffled by her hair.

“Really?” Ginny grinned, her eyes lighting up almost immediately, “you up for that?”

“Always, madame,” Harry smiled, rolling out of bed, and bowing gallantly, smiling at Ginny’s laughing figure.

In the morning, she realised, all was well.

…

...

It clearly wasn’t, she thought, as she waddled over to the kitchen.

Harry hadn’t left for work. Which was odd. He hadn’t even jumped at the chance of getting in some more sleep, which was even odder. Yes, it was very Harry-like to get up in the morning and get to making brownies at Ginny’s request, but after a long night of work, she’d thought he’d at least get in a few extra hours in the morning.

In fact, she’d be the one to tell him to stay in bed, because even under the smiling face, and bright green eyes, Ginny knew that he was, to an extent, exhausted.

Except, he wasn’t now. Heck, he was even whistling some distinct tune she could swear she’d heard somewhere before.

Unlike her frenzied self last night, Harry held a natural control of the kitchen, whipping batter into bowls, mixing in the eggs, and also, weirdly using the bitter powder she’d left aside last night.

He stopped momentarily, looking up as Ginny entered the kitchen.

“You want them to be extra chocolatey, or just bananas and plain chocolate?” he asked.

“Umm.. just bananas and chocolate please,” Ginny said as she carefully sat herself beside the counter. She observed Harry manoeuvring swiftly around the kitchen, a little envious about the ease with which he was doing things she was struggling with last night, before she cleared her throat.

“You don’t have to go to work?” she asked hesitantly.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” Harry turned around, a wide smile on his face.

Ginny wondered what was going to come next.

“Well,” Harry kept aside the bowl, wiping his hands on his shirt, “I’m taking a break.”

“What?” Ginny frowned.

“Not a break, saying, I’ll not go to work, not like that,” he said. “A break meaning, there will be no more night missions, no staying at work too late; I hope, even more days off. At least, until the baby comes.”

Ginny stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” she said, voice full of hesitation. “I mean, it’s just been four months and -”

“I know, Gin. But, you might think I haven’t noticed, but I know I’m gone more than I should be.”

And it was true, he was. And she worried about him. Especially nowadays, as he left for his missions, it was as if she held in her breath before he returned again. So, she simply nodded at him, as Harry tucked in a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“I mean, you’re pregnant,” he smiled. “In a few months, we’re going to be parents, and I have absolutely no idea how we’ll do that, but we’ll do that together too.”

He put his arms around her chair, pressing his lips on her forehead. “I know I’ve not been home much the last few months, but I will now. I promise.”

“I’m glad,” Ginny said, resting her forehead against Harry’s chest. “I really have been missing you tremendously the past few weeks.”

“I’ll make you banana brownies to cover up for it,” he whispered back.

“You better.”

Harry chuckled, bending down to kiss her. Then, he lightly placed his hand on her belly, looking up at her as she placed her hand over his.

Ginny gazed into his eyes, the warmth in them comforting her, in the same way she had always been comforted when she looked at him.

“I’ve been thinking of names,” she said.

“That’s dangerous,” Harry quipped, “the last time you named something, you named it after a pig.”

“I did not,” Ginny said indignantly.

And it was the little tell-tale signs that made her realise as they argued that everything was really going to be okay, even if she developed an unflinching love for brownies, even if they named their first child after something horrendous, everything was really going to be alright.

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startanewdream · 1 year

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For @hinnyfest, prompt #9: "You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"

Rated M just to be safe.

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Harry's eyes are sparkling behind the lens of his glasses as he watches her up and down, so concentrated that Ginny thinks she will need to congratulate him later on his Auror skills: he could be x-raying her.

"What?" She asks innocently, turning around to the mirror to finish her makeup.

The reflection shows Harry’s eyes darkening as his gaze sweeps her over once again, before deciding to focus on a very specific part of her body.

Ginny bends more than she needs to apply the lipstick; Harry swallows loudly.

"Everything okay, Harry?" She insists.

"How long do we have?" He asks, voice rough.

"We need to leave in ten minutes if we don’twant to miss the beginning of the wedding." She waits until he finally meets her eyes through the mirror to answer his quiet question. "No, we can't be late."

He swears lowly, watching her almost imploring.

"Harry--"

"You look amazing," he says, and though they are together for quite a few years now, the sheer honesty in his voice makes her flush. "This dress–Ginny–"

"Exactly," she says, crossing her arms, very aware that Harry's gaze is instantly drawn to her chest. "This dress deserves more than a few minutes late."

"We can skip the party," he offers at once. "How many times–"

"Neville is going to get married? Let's hope only once." She walks to Harry, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek that doesn't seem to aplacate him. "You can take care of this dress later."

His fingers trail the soft fabric of the sparkling nightblue dress, brushing over her bossom, lowering to her waist, sliding down her ass–when Harry lets out a gasp, Ginny holds his hand.

"Later," she repeats, voice full of promises that Ginny intends to fulfill.

Harry eyes her back once more, biting his lips thoughtfully.

"You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"

Ginny gives him her best smirk. "That's for you to find out later."

Harry looks mutinous for a moment before grinning. "During the party," he mumbles.

Well, Ginny considers fairly, that’s later.

#hinnyfest #hinny #hinny fanfiction #established hinny is so nice all the time #prompt 8: you are not wearing any underwear are you?

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randomguyonline71 · 1 year

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HP Headcanon:

Oliver Wood sends a miniature broom to Harry and Ginny after James Sirius is born. Like a few days after.

Harry and Ginny had originally planned to wait until he turned one to give him a broom, as they did with Teddy and all their nieces/nephews. But Oliver couldn't wait that long. He would faint from the raw quidditch potential that child have.

Read the story following this headcanon here

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nuninho2000 · 10 months

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Hi :))

What are some of your chosen hinny fanfics?

Hi ❤️

My recommendations :

The Space Between by YellowWitchGrl

Thirteen Months by Willow247

Possession by Velvethopefics

A Second Chance by @breaniebree ( it's not really hinny centric but some of best Hinny stuff are in that story)

Light by Potterpandemonium

Yellow Submarine by Deadwoodpecker

A Room Apart by Awakening5

Shiver by @celtics534

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #hp #harry james potter #harry x ginny #harry potter fanfiction #hinny fanfiction #request #fanfic recommendations

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year

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Back to the Eclispe

It's finally here, the story of how Harry and Ginny got back together.

Thank you to everyone who emotionally supported me in these months while I was dealing with writing it, especially @niyatipr

Please remember to leave a comment!

(And check the tags, there are a lot of TWs)

#harry potter #ginny wealsey #Back to the Eclipse #hinny #hinny fanfiction #harry x ginny #ginny x harry #harry and ginny

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dreamymidnights · 1 year

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the lakes (hinny/taylor inspired fanfic) SNEAK PEEK

i thought i would give you guys a little sneak peek on this hinny + taylor thing im working on :)

They did it. They had escaped. Only temporarily, but they had done it. Bare footed in the grass of wisterias, they felt the wind mess up their locks. A full deep breath finally left Harry’s lungs, it felt right. All of it. Running from that place that no longer felt like home, coming here with all he needed to belong. He looked over at the flames flying with the chill breeze and the once intense-pressured look behind the hazel color, she was smiling. After a time that he could never count down, Ginny was finally smiling. Something exploded there, a peace undescribable to both of them. Even though someone in a bush could be taking pictures of them that, in the next morning, would be in all the paper news with a dramatic headline, all their thoughts escaped that reality to a soon-breakable heaven they were creating.

She started to run, while taking off the plaid tee and throwing it on the ground. Before jumping on the water, the redhead looked over her shoulder with a soft smile playing on the lips. Frozen in time, the green eyed boy realized he wouldn’t rather be here with anyone else. He wouldn’t have escaped if it wasn’t her his company. No, not without his muse. He wouldn’t want to be sad with anyone else. He didn’t want any other shade of blue, just hers. Soon he followed her lead, taking off his shirt and jumping in the pure cliffside pool. A red rose grew up out of the ice frozen ground of his soul, while he bathed there with his calamitous love and insurmountable grief.

He understood all the poets that had gone there to breathe their last breath. The courage that he probably would never have had to leave all behind permanently and run to a place they belonged. With their dearest or alone, to grow, to breathe, to feel, to cry. If he could, he would do the same. But now all that mattered to him was their tears merging with the fresh water and the arms that would hold him until his dying days.

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hinny-canons · 4 months

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@hinnymicrofic prompt 6: Eyes

She drew closer and closer to him, smiling with her hair flowing behind her. It was a sunny day and Harry decided to spend it outside in the grounds. Ginny had been busy studying for O.W.Ls, but know she was running towards him.

“I’m finally done!” She exclaimed as she crashed down next to him and nestled against him.

Harry chuckled and put his arm around her. “What subject was it?”

“Stupid Potions.”

“Well, Potions isn’t all that bad.”

Ginny looked up at him. “You’re only saying that because you’re Slughorn’s favourite student.”

Harry looked back at her. “That is not true.”

“People call you the Prince of Potions.”

“They do?” Harry hadn’t heard anyone calling him that.

Ginny nodded. “I also heard about Slughorn calling you ‘lovesick’,” she smirked and Harry blushed. She put a hand under his chin forced him to look at her. “Did I have something to do with that?” She asked, faking innocence.

Harry smiled. “Oh, absolutely.” He looked into her eyes and watched as her face turned red. Oh, how he missed that.

#hinny #hinny fanfiction #harry x ginny #hinnymicrofic

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seriouslysam8 · 12 days

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Brumous Update!

Chapter Fifty-Nine: This is Me Trying

Are you guys ready?? I am SO excited for this storyline. And I am also super excited to hear your guys' thoughts on what you think will happen next. 😈😈😈

Start from the beginning

Petrichor Series

Also on ff.net

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briarpotter · 3 months

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Prompt 10:Tense

@hinnymicrofic

The sterile scent of potions and the muted sounds of hushed conversations filled the air at St. Mungo's. The delivery room, with its white walls and the soft hum of magical instruments, was a stark contrast to the warmth of the Burrow. Harry stood by Ginny's side, his hand tightly entwined with hers, as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Ginny, her forehead glistening with perspiration, bore the strains of labor with determined grace. The Healer, a calming presence in the room, offered reassurance and encouragement, guiding them through the intense moments.

The tension in the air heightened as the time drew near. Ginny's grip on Harry's hand tightened, her breaths coming in rapid succession. Harry's eyes never wavered from her face, a mixture of concern and love etched in his features.

In the midst of the intensity, Ginny's determined voice cut through the room. "Harry, it's going to be alright. We're in this together."

Harry nodded, his own voice filled with unwavering support. "We've got this, Gin. Just a little more."

As the room seemed to hold its breath, the magical moment arrived. Ginny's exhausted but triumphant smile met Harry's teary-eyed gaze. The Healer placed a tiny bundle in Ginny's arms, and the tension that had filled the room gave way to the soft cries of their newborn.

In that tender moment, as the first cries of their child echoed in the delivery room, the tense atmosphere melted into a flood of overwhelming joy. The room, once filled with anticipation, now brimmed with the profound magic of new life and the shared triumph of Harry and Ginny facing this momentous journey together.

#harry potter #hp fandom #hp #ginny weasley #harry james potter #hinny #harry and ginny #harry potter fandom #harry x ginny #hinny fanfic #hinnymicrofic #hinny microfic #hinny fanfiction

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cedrictheprettyboy · 1 year

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Old memories (One-Shot)

Summary: Albus and Minerva reminisce in old memories and realize just how much Harry and Ginny are like James and Lily. (Potter's and they're red heads am I right? Hehehehehehe :)

Notes: Takes place during Harry's 6th year ( or Ginny's 5th year) aka the Half Blood Prince. Honestly, I don't feel like the characters are too OOC this time or there at least more on point!

Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Minerva Mcgonnagal, Albus Dumbledore, Lily Potter, and James Potter.

Warning(s): Mostly just fluff and a bit of angst/bittersweetness since James and Lily are dead. This makes me sense when you read it.

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you all enjoy <3

Author's POV

It was a bright sunny day at Hogwarts. It was particularly unusual due to Who-must-no- wait that's not his name, his name is Voldemort and as Hermione Granger says “Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.” I'm not one to narrate while writing a story or for you to narrate while reading a story. But to me I've always loved stories with a narrating author or character. I've always felt that the best stories have had author narrations no matter if it's a book or a movie. I might be a bit impartial due to the fact that my favorite show started with a good narration but you know what that doesn't really matter at the end of the day. Anyways, let's get back to the actual story, not the story of my life.

As I was saying before I started rambling on, it was a bright sunny day at Hogwarts, it was a bit unusual due to Voldemort's gloom ever since he's been back. But as you know today wasn't one of those days, today was one of the good ones. Where everything seemed to be better and you could almost forget he was back. Well, almost for Harry Potter. It seems in his case, he's looking over his shoulder waiting for the day he will strike. Again with the gloom, this story on the other hand is supposed to be a happy one like when the Prince and the Princess live happily ever after. Sadly, this story isn't a fairy tale but the happy couple of this story will eventually have a happily ever after. But on this day all Harry Potter's worries are put to a halt and he does have his taste of happily ever after. Especially since a certain Redhead is with him.

In View was a boy with messy black hair with emerald green eyes alongside a girl with flaming red hair with chocolate brown eyes holding hands happily laughing together and enjoying their time together.

The couple came to a halt once the girl with fiery red hair said something "You know I've always loved this spot. The girl said, looking at the beautiful tree. She moved over to touch it admiring the beauty of it. The boy smiled at her and said "The tree is beautiful but of course not as beautiful and stunning as you." The girl blushed a deep red just like her auburn hair, she looked to the side for a split second and then back at the boy. The boy had a slight blush on his face as well. He smiled softly at her.

"You know Harry, it's no fair how much you can make me blush!" The girl said to Harry.

Harry smirked for a second while the girl smiled mischievously. She must have had some bright idea with a face like that. She stepped closer looking as if she was leaning in to kiss him but instead she used her other hand and grabbed his glasses.

"Hey, Ginny that's no fair!" Harry said, trying to reach out but she had stepped away and without his glasses Harry was blind as a bat. Ginny snickered as she waved his glasses for about a minute.

"What are you going to do Harry, hmmm?" Ginny said playfully but little did she know after going in circles he turned around he could see the blur of her red hair. Harry smirked as he ran up to Ginny and twirled her around and grabbed his glasses from her hands. After he put his glasses back on he continued to hold onto her waste and tickle her stomach. "How does it feel, hmm Gin?" Harry teased, as Ginny said "H-h-harry p-please i-im s-so s-sorry." Ginny managed to get out while laughing. She let out a squeal as Harry tickled her side which was the most sensitive area. Harry leaned on Ginny's ear and whispered "How doesn't it feel Gin?" "Not good!" She let out. Harry finally stopped, to Ginny's pleasure, they both looked at each other and burst out laughing. Harry went back to holding Ginny around the waist as they settled down and took in the peaceful breeze.

As this was happening Albus Dumbledore watched out the hall window from afar, "Albus what are you doing?" Minerva asked, walking up to the headmaster. "I just realized how much they look like Lily and James." The headmaster said to his colleague. Minerva studied the pair and said "Yes, I guess they are. This brings back old memories." Minerva said with a small bittersweet smile on her face.

"It reminds me of the time when Lily and James first kissed. It was October 14th of their 7th year they were by that very tree. Because they were Prefects they had started to get a bit better or Lily wasn't yelling at James for his crazy antics 24 hours of the 7 days of the week. Anyways, I remember there had been a nice breeze and fall colors all around, there was a certain feeling about that day that was somewhat warm even though it was fall and it was cold. Perhaps it was the fact that day Lily and James got together and shared their first kiss. Lily wasn't as cheerful as usual, her red hair wasn't as vibrant, her cheeks had less of rose to it, and her pep had been nothing of any sorts. But James had other plans that day he knew what just to do to cheer her up." Dumbledore listened intently, 'I think I remember hearing whisper or rumors that James kissed Lily and they were finally together'

"James asked Lily 'Follow me' 'Why?' 'I'm going to cheer you up!' And of course he had signature smirk plastered on his face as usually normally it would mean trouble but this time it was far from it. Minerva paused, smiling as she thought of what happened next. "He had managed to walk over to the tree and started tickling her, she couldn't resist. After a few moments she started laughing her head off. She smiled like there was no tomorrow and all her worries just vanished. They're laughter slowed down and James leaned and kissed her and the rest is history. Minerva smiled to herself remembering the old memory so long ago but so close at the same time.

"And how do you know so much about what happened?" Album asked raising his eyebrow.

"Well, Albus everyone was talking about it for at least a month and do you really think I don't know a single rumor about my lions?" Minerva said swiftly with a sly smile that quickly turned back to a warm smile watching the couple outside.

"Of course."

Minerva was quite for a few moments and then spoke up and said "I miss them Albus I wish Voldemort never got to them and Harry had his parents,"

"Me too, Minerva, I miss them. Harry deserves his parents but as fate has it doesn't always mean that's why you get."

"That's very true, they'd be proud."

"They would." Albus with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Is it just me or do Potter's have a thing for Redheads?"

Albus laughs softly and says "I believe I do." They both smile fondly leaving the blissful couple.

The End

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it's going to be alright

Summary: After the war, they heal back together. But it's a long time before he sees her scars. Hinny, hurt/comfort

A/N: This was requested by @chef-hagrid a long, long time ago. I'm sorry it's taken so long to write, but I hope you like it :D

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When the rain stops, then darling, what will I do? And I know I go all in, but why do I? You give me a reason, something to believe in, I know, I know, I know. You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in, I know, I know, I know.

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When he woke up, Harry found Ginny’s arm over his chest, his head tucked under her. Ginny was asleep, her soft breaths lulling him into a daze. Harry allowed himself to close his eyes before he realised why they were in such a position. The nightmare.

Lately, in the mornings; Harry struggled to recall everything that had happened the previous night. The nightmare. What he had seen. What he had done. The first time it had happened, Ginny had been there to calm him down. Somehow, the prospect of not remembering anything terrified him. It had taken weeks for him to get used to the idea, but he had finally come to a point where he didn’t immediately burst into full blown panic upon waking up.

Harry sighed, then gently eased Ginny into a more comfortable position. Part of him felt guilty that she had had to stay in that position all night, but he gently pulled her up, caressing her hair as her back tensed.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered, gently kissing her forehead before pulling up her covers for her.

Harry smiled as the sunlight fell over her hair, rendering it into a soft shade of red that reminded him of the sun peeking through a million falling autumn leaves. She was beautiful, he thought, his eyes flickering over her body, before they rested on the small cluster of marks peeking through the nape of her shirt.

His eyebrows furrowed as he reached forward, gently nudging her shirt a few centimetres to get a better look at what he hoped would not be what he was thinking.

And it seemed as if his whole world stopped for a silent moment.

Scars.

From what Harry could see, they were all over that small part of her back, and he could bet they spread all over her back too.

How had she gotten those? Why….why hadn’t she told him about them? What the hell had happened to her?

Harry collapsed back on the bed, his heart stricken by what he had seen, his mind conjuring up a dozen wild scenarios of Ginny being in pain, or being tortured, and he gulped down his panic, willing the thoughts to go away.

Is that why she had insisted on wearing oversized shirts the entire summer, never opting for anything else? Now that he thought about it, Ginny had never really spoken about that past year, what had happened in Hogwarts, what had happened to her. She had always only told him about the routine searches or the interrogations that the teachers had subjugated them to, and that was it.

How had he been so dense as to not suspect something else? Because he was damn sure those scars had not been there when he’d left.

“You awake?” he heard Ginny’s voice, and he let his hand drop from over his eyes, turning to look at her. Her eyes shone brilliantly, gazing into his as she smiled.

Somehow, Harry couldn’t bear to smile back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing just slightly and Harry sighed, pulling her into his embrace, as he wrapped his arms around her, the covers haphazardly over them. Ginny smiled into his shoulder, and Harry, once again, couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker over to the place where he had seen her scars. Again, they had been covered, and he shut his eyes, letting his head rest against Ginny’s.

Somehow, he just couldn’t bear to ask.

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The weeks after the war had been especially hard for the Weasleys. Even Harry, being a mere observer could see that. Every morning, as he got himself up and made his way to the table, it was plain visible that there was an absence. An absence that the Weasleys felt hard.

While George had resorted to making home at his shop, Percy kept him company while also making sure he remained alive. Bill and Charlie had left soon after the second week, helping at Hogwarts, at the bank, at Diagon Alley. So, that left the two youngest Weasleys taking care of the family. And it was clear that they were drowning.

It was after Harry had found Ginny lying motionless on her bed, tears falling from her eyes without sound when he offered they move into 12 Grimmauld Place. The months had passed quickly, very quickly after that. And right now, mid-November, what they had was everything they could have ever asked for. So, there they were now, Harry beating up four eggs for breakfast and Ginny furiously cleaning up the muck that the wind had blown in. Now that she was officially of age, the wand was at her leisure and in no time at all, she was gazing into the hot pan, where the eggs were cooking.

Harry smiled fondly at her, before looking away, chopping the bread up furiously. The incidents of the morning still played in his mind, as his knife thudded on the chopping board.

“You know I’d cook,” Ginny started, “but I’m afraid I could possibly set the house on fire.”

Harry chuckled, dropping the bread into the same pan.

“Kreacher would kill me,” she finished dramatically.

Ginny walked slowly over to where he was standing, and gently placed her hands over his. “That was your cue to tell me what’s wrong, you know,” she said, and Harry looked at her, taking note of the all too knowing look in her eyes.

But before he could say anything else, Ginny reached forward over the counter and turned off the gas, placing a lid over the pan in the process.

“It’s about the scars, isn’t it?” she said, looking away from his eyes.

Harry’s eyes flicked up in shock, and Ginny laughed softly. Her laugh seemed forced, and Harry couldn’t help but notice her sudden change in demeanour.

“I know you saw them this morning, Harry. So, if this is about them, it’s your cue to ask.”

“Why didn’t..,” Harry stopped himself. “What happened, Gin?”

Ginny remained silent, as Harry walked over to her, lifting her chin up until she looked into his eyes, brown to green.

“Like I said, Harry,” she began, “the past year was not exactly what I expected at Hogwarts.”

“You need to tell me something more than that Gin, please,” Harry begged. “What really happened to you, Gin?”

“They….,” Ginny sighed. “ You know what they did. They tortured us, Harry. They tortured us at every moment they got. It was like a sick sadistic pastime of theirs, because they knew it was the only way they could break us.”

She leaned on the counter, looking up at Harry. “I remember, there was a girl, a Muggleborn. It started with her, I think. Amanda Seyheir, she was called. The Carrows somehow learnt that she was one and they,” her voice broke. “They killed her.”

She closed her eyes, turning her head away from Harry. “I couldn’t save her Harry, and because I couldn’t save her, I had to save the rest of them.”

Harry remained where she was, because it was the way she was speaking that got to him. As if it was something that she had gotten used to saying, something she had become used to seeing.

He stepped forward, but he had no idea what he should have said.

“The Carrows….once they had no more Muggleborns to torture, they started with us. Neville, Luna…Luna, she escaped, we helped her to, what with everything her father wrote for the Quibbler and all. But the rest of us stayed.”

And Harry understood. What she was leaving out. Why, in those long months, she had never spoken about it.

“What did they do?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“The usual,” she answered flippantly, but Harry could sense the slight tremor in her voice. “The Cruciatus mostly, hexes; they once went through a phase of using something called Serpent - “

“Serpentsortia,” Harry ended, his heart clenching in horror.

Ginny looked at him, her eyes having a far-away look in them. “Was that the one that Snape…Draco….”

“Yeah,” Harry admitted, his eyes blazing with anger. If he had known, if only. “Can I,” he asked hesitantly, “can I see them?”

Ginny looked away, her eyes blazing with emotion. “They’re not exactly something I’m proud of,” she said darkly, turning away from him.

Harry stepped forward towards her, then let his hands pull Ginny towards him, her back against his chest. Ginny let out a breath, and rested her head on him. As Harry touched her arms, he could feel a slight tremor going through them.

“I love you Gin,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. It’s going to be…,” Harry hesitated. “It’s going to be alright.”

…

False promises may be, but when Ginny entered the room that night, in nothing but a tank top for the first time in a long while, Harry let his eyes caress over her arms, over her scars that started from her neck and went all the way over her back.

Ginny shuddered as his fingers traced over the long jagged scar on her shoulder, the remains of a badly performed splinching hex.

“Do they hurt?”

“No,” Ginny replied. “It’s been a long while since they’ve hurted.”

She wouldn’t look at him, he noticed. So Harry gently cupped her face as he made her look into his eyes.

“Gin, those scars,” he said, “they mean you fought a battle you won. You told me that, remember?”

“We,” she said, her voice shaking. “We fought a losing battle for a very long while. You don’t realise Harry, but for eight months we heard nothing. Absolutely nothing. And every single day I woke up thinking it would be the day I heard the news you were dead. We,” her voice broke. “We didn’t think we’d survive.”

Harry’s heart clenched as he watched the woman who had been strong for both of them for so long crumble before his eyes.

“And the worst part of it was that,” her voice shuddering, “that every day I woke up thinking ‘again? I had to do this all over again? Had the world not had enough?’” She closed her eyes, then whispered. “And that’s why….I’m not proud of this Harry. I’m not.”

It was Harry who closed the dwindling space between them. Because he needed her to know that he loved her. With her scars. She had been strong for so long. He needed her to know that it was his turn now, if she’d let him.

“I love you as you are,” he said. “Exactly as you are.”

And as her tears started falling, it was Harry who held her close to him, making sure to wipe away the tears now and again.

And that was the way they spent the night, in each other’s arms, fully aware that a part of them were broken, but right now, they knew they could lean on the other to get through the storm.

…

So, as the quiet rustle of the leaves coloured in different shades of gold ceased, the soft white dust started falling on the upper side of them. Just like that, their world seemed to get slower. A little turbulent perhaps, like the icy cold wind that entered their house sometimes as the temperature dipped even lower, but hadn’t it been that way since the beginning?

They needed each other, Harry realised. Though a part of him had known this since the moment he had kissed her in their Common Room.

He still wakes up at night, riddled with nightmares.

Ginny’s the same, her horrors seeming to engulf her entire purpose at times.

They still pull each out of the water, keep each other afloat.

But there will be one day, Ginny says to him, when they’ll look at their scars and have a story to tell. It might not be now, but it will be.

He’ll love her forever, he tells her then. Ginny laughs, telling him forever’s longer than what they’ll live for.

But he doesn’t tell her that what they have is forever for him. So he’ll love her forever as long as he lives, their scars shining brighter every day.

And that’s the way it will always be.

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