Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

Harry just nodded; he didn't want to talk to reporters, not now. He knew that he would have to
eventually, but right now just wasn't the right time.
"Well, than I have a plan." George said as he pointed his wand at Harry.
Suddenly Harry felt a strange itch like feeling flow out of his head. Ginny looked at him and said,
"Hmm, I don't think I want our kids to have red hair."
"What?" asked Harry, it wasn't the assumption that Ginny and he would be having children together
that he was confused about, that felt right, it was the red hair comment that confused him. Then, as the
Weasley's closed around him in a tight group he understood, George had changed his hair color to red
so he would look like just another Weasley. The reporters would be looking for Black hair and glasses,
so Harry took off his glasses and took a hold of Ginny's shoulder. She helped steer him past the
reporters and to the dorms.
Once they were safely inside Harry put his glasses back on and went in to the bathroom to look in the
mirror. When he saw what he looked like he had to agree with Ginny, he didn't look all that good with
red hair. He changed it back and walked back out in to the bedroom that he was sharing with Ginny.
She was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Hay Gin," said Harry as he sat down next to her. He could see there was something on her mind, "Gin,
is there something wrong?"
"No," said Ginny, forcing a smile. Than under Harry's unrelenting gaze she faltered, "Yes," she said
with a huge sigh, "while you were in the bathroom Ron and Hermione came back and said that mum
had told them that the funerals for most of the people that died in the battle where tomorrow. I know
you're going to want to go to most of them, and I don't want to take that from you because I know you
need it. But I'm going to need you to be with me tomorrow and I don't want to spend all day going to
funerals. The ones for Tonks, Lupin, and Fred are going to be more than enough, and I think I want to
go to Colin's also. I can't ask you to stay…"
"Ginny," Harry interrupted, "your right, I do feel the need to go to most of the funerals, but I wasn't
going to. I think I need to let the families greave on their own. And your right, going to all of those
funerals would be both physically and emotionally exhausting."
Ginny just looked at him for a second and then smiled. She patted the bed next to her, telling him to lie
down. When he did she put her head on his chest like it was a pillow. "Harry, I love you" she said.
"I know," said Harry, "I love you too Gin." a few seconds later he was asleep, his dreams haunted by
the images of those who had died to give him time to find and destroy the last Horocurx.