Stories by I'm a Ravenclaw

It wasn't a dream. It couldn't be a dream. That would mean his life wasn't real. The life he had made with Ginny, and the Weasleys. How could he have dreamt a life 11 years into the future, and in such detail? It wasn't possible. Or had something else happened? Was he in the past? No, time travel wasn't possible. They had destroyed all the ministry time turners in 1995. Unless…?

"For moments like these. The quiet, the warmth, and knowing that I have you by my side." Ginny's heart swelled with affection, and she reached for his hand, entwining their fingers. "I feel it too, Harry. It's like everything is right in the world when we're together like this." "Then let's make the most of it; while it lasts."

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.

Ginny approached him, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. "Well, I brought reinforcements." She held out a steaming cup of coffee. Harry's tired eyes brightened as he took the cup. "Merlin, you're a lifesaver."

The simple magic of lifting pebbles became a shared adventure, a dance of laughter and love that painted the Burrow's garden with the enchantment of the ordinary made extraordinary.

In a quieter moment, Harry approached Ginny, his eyes reflecting admiration. "You make everything shine, Gin." Ginny's cheeks flushed, and she playfully nudged him. "It's the magic of the occasion, love." But Harry shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "No, it's you. You make everything brighter, more magical."

Harry nodded, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "Just like you suit every season of my life."

"We were wondering if you'd do us the honor of being James's godfather." Ron's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and joy crossing his features. "Me? Really?"

In that moment, surrounded by the love and unity of the Weasley team, Harry and Ginny knew that their connection with this extraordinary family was one of the greatest blessings life had bestowed upon them.

It was a moment suspended in the magic of the sky, where the brooms carried not only the thrill of competition, but the shared joy and laughter of two hearts intertwined in the boundless freedom of flight.

Pushing their argument to the side, they focused on what was really important; their family.

Ginny realized that Harry's warmth was the most effective remedy for any cold that life could throw at them.

In that small act of writing and responding, the connection between them remained unbroken, the steady exchange of words creating a lifeline that held them close, even when miles apart.

Written for The Tortured Potters Department.

"You're adorable, you know that?" "What?" "Nothing..."

"Harry!" She burst into the bedroom. "Did you use the last bit of my shampoo?" "Technically, we both used it all–y'know, yesterday, when we showered together–" A pillow thrown to his face cut him off, courtesy of Ginny.

While there would be trouble in their house at times, she knew these little moments were special, and she cherished them all the same, even when she was mad.

Just a little Valentine's Day oneshot.

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