Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

planning that was hell." Hermione just nodded.
"Oh, so you two finally decided to start planning your wedding, that's good." Ginny smiled at her
friends, she knew Harry would eventually propose, and it would probably be sooner rather than latter,
but with her best friend getting married she was getting kind of impatient.
"Yeah, we even picked a date, July 17th." Ron said, looking like he was ready to fall asleep right where
he was sitting.
"That's right after school is over isn't it?" asked Harry.
"Yep, two weeks," said Hermione, "hopefully that's enough time to get the final preparations done."
"Don't worry, we'll help," said Ginny, who felt about as tired as Ron and Hermione looked.
"Well I think we can hold off on the planning till at least tomorrow, I'm bloody tired and if I don't get to
bed soon I'm likely to fall asleep right here," Hermione said. At this she got up, grabbed Ron's arm and
started pulling him towards the stairs.
"G'night, everyone," Ron half moaned as he was half dragged to bed.
Harry let out a chuckle as he too got up, "Come on Gin, I feel about the same way Hermione does."
"Yeah," Ginny agreed as she got up and vanished the empty Butterbeer bottles.
"If today was any indication of how children act, I don't want kids for a while," Harry said, only half
joking. Teddy had been a handful today, and even thought they had had fun it was still really stressful.
"Don't worry babe, I don't plan on getting pregnant for at least 10 years," Ginny said, already half
asleep.
Harry picked Ginny up and let her put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. He
carried her upstairs and put her down on their bed. "Gin, don't say that type of thing, life has a weird
way of doing exactly the opposite of what we plan."
"Yeah, you're right," yawned Ginny as she changed into her pajamas with a wave of her wand. She
watched Harry change his cloths the normal way and felt him get into bed behind her. He slid his arm
around her waist and pulled her close, his soft, rhythmic breathing lulling her to sleep.
The next morning the four friends awoke at nearly 10 o'clock to a large bang in the living room. All
four of them grabbed their wands and apparated downstairs, arriving at the same time in a different
corner of the room.
In the center of the room, standing over a mid sized black crater in the floor, was a smoking Kreacher
and a smoking Neville. Kreacher suddenly burst into tears, "Kreacher is sorry master, Kreacher is not
meaning to wake master."
"Its fine Kreacher," said Harry, trying to reassure the elf before he started harming himself. "Don't
worry about it; I'm sure it was an accident. But I have to ask, what were you doing?"
"Kreacher was decorating the tree master Harry, then this fool apparated right on top of Kreacher.
Kreacher screamed…"
Neville interrupted at this point, "Kreacher's scream scared me and I shot a spell at him…"
"Neville, how could you," shrieked Hermione, "Kreacher, are you ok?"
"Kreacher is fine mistress," the elf said. Kreacher looked almost delighted at Hermione's anger towards
Neville.
"Any way," continued Neville, "I shot a spell at him and he jumped out of the way." Neville looked