What Else Is There?
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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1,515
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1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Another Life
Harry gave his son a powerful pat on the shoulder as he told him his name’s sake. Fear of being sorted in Slytherin was far from necessary. His heart swelled with pride as Ginny leaned into his arm and they watched their children ride off for their destiny.
“I hope they’ll be alright.” He smirked down at his wife and brought her into a playful sideways hug.
“I’ll bet my broomstick it’ll be a far chance less chaotic than when we were at school.” She giggled and snuggled his shoulder, trying to ignore the various glances they received from their old schoolmates also bringing their children to see them off on the platform.
“Pish posh.” He teased, tickling her for a moment before drawing her into a small kiss. “You wouldn’t bet that broomstick on Neville fainting when Luna proposes tomorrow.”
“Shush!” Ginny gasped and elbowed him in the ribs slightly. “She told me in the strictest confidence.” She nodded importantly. “Heaven knows he’d never have the guts.”
“As long as it’s not a turnip instead of a diamond…” Harry began to tease, but stopped short, messing up her hair like he usually did his own. “No he’d probably like that sort of thing.”
“You’re wicked.”
“Why thank you, little lady.”
They both turned around in unison to head out, and Harry felt unimaginably happy. Like he did many times since Voldemort fell, he wished and prayed this wasn’t a dream. All was well, and everything was in it’s right place. Yet even in the arms of his wife in their cozy bed, late at night, the empty eyes of Severus Snape often haunted him. The man had suffered an entire lifetime – much of it devoted to Harry’s safety. He’d never known real happiness. ‘Perhaps in some other world.’ He would try to console himself over a shot of Firewhisky in the breaking of dawn after a sleepless night.
“I hope they’ll be alright.” He smirked down at his wife and brought her into a playful sideways hug.
“I’ll bet my broomstick it’ll be a far chance less chaotic than when we were at school.” She giggled and snuggled his shoulder, trying to ignore the various glances they received from their old schoolmates also bringing their children to see them off on the platform.
“Pish posh.” He teased, tickling her for a moment before drawing her into a small kiss. “You wouldn’t bet that broomstick on Neville fainting when Luna proposes tomorrow.”
“Shush!” Ginny gasped and elbowed him in the ribs slightly. “She told me in the strictest confidence.” She nodded importantly. “Heaven knows he’d never have the guts.”
“As long as it’s not a turnip instead of a diamond…” Harry began to tease, but stopped short, messing up her hair like he usually did his own. “No he’d probably like that sort of thing.”
“You’re wicked.”
“Why thank you, little lady.”
They both turned around in unison to head out, and Harry felt unimaginably happy. Like he did many times since Voldemort fell, he wished and prayed this wasn’t a dream. All was well, and everything was in it’s right place. Yet even in the arms of his wife in their cozy bed, late at night, the empty eyes of Severus Snape often haunted him. The man had suffered an entire lifetime – much of it devoted to Harry’s safety. He’d never known real happiness. ‘Perhaps in some other world.’ He would try to console himself over a shot of Firewhisky in the breaking of dawn after a sleepless night.