Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

"That we're engaged," suggested Harry, "there's no point in telling them anything else. Most of the
people who know us knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later and even those that don't
know us can see how perfect we are to each other. I don't think it'll come as a big surprise to most of
our friends."
Ginny couldn't help but giggle, "No, I don't think it will," she said, still happier than ever. As they
walked silently down the now fixed halls Ginny couldn't help but remember the years she had spent at
Hogwarts.
Her first year, mostly a blur, but what she did remember was a bit scary, a bit melancholy, and a lot
nervous. Her second year, not wanting to come back at first, but then being pushed into it, and
wondering what people would think of her, being accepted by friends. Third year, the tri-wizard
tournament, and the slight fear she had had for Harry, the hope that he would ask her to the Yule Ball,
getting asked by Neville, and then Harry, the maze, and seeing Harry drag Cedric's body out of it.
Fourth year, getting over her crush on Harry, The DA, Umbridge, Fred and George leaving, Quidditch,
and the Ministry. Fifth year, slowly falling for Harry all over again, people finally believing Voldemort
was back, Harry's odd Lessons with Dumbledore, but for her, relatively calm, except for the battle at
the end of the year.
Then there was sixth year, the year of the Death Eaters as most of the school had come to call it. Her
sixth year she had restarted the DA to defend the school from within, along with Neville, Luna and a
handful of others she did all she could to keep the Death Eaters' influence to a minimum, and had
sustained horrible punishment for it; that year had also been filled with dread and worry for Harry,
Hermione and her brother. Then her family went into hiding and Luna got taken and Neville went into
hiding; and finally Harry coming back, the DA, along with the Order and a bunch of others fighting
against Voldemort and his Death Eaters, and winning; Harry killing Voldemort and the war being all
but over…the death of Fred. Then seventh year, the year she and Harry had finally come to realize just
how perfect they were for each other, how they couldn't live with out each other; the problems with the
Castle, and all the other little things. And now, an offer to play for the Hollyhead Harpies, her favorite
team since she was little, and she was going to marry Harry, the only man she had ever really loved.
As Ginny finished her reflection of the last 7 years she realized just how much her life had been shaped
by Harry, or by what he had to do. And just how much Harry's destiny had shaped their relationship.
She had had a childhood crush on him because he had defeated Voldemort, and then, after she learned
that he was supposed to be the one to kill Voldemort, she had started to fall for him again. She couldn't
wonder if she had a hero complex. "Harry, do you think we'd be together if Voldemort had never
attacked your parents, or if you hadn't been destined to kill him?" Ginny couldn't help asking.
Harry stopped walking abruptly and looked down at Ginny, "Gin, I think that no matter what, we would
have ended up together. If Voldemort hadn't killed my parents I still would have come to Hogwarts, I
would have eventually become friends with your brother and noticed his incredibly hot sister, and then
fallen in love with her. We may not have had as much fun as we did, but I think we would have made
up for it some how." Harry smiled and kissed Ginny softly, "and there's no one I'd rather be with.
Ginny, I love you with all my heart; and I know that we are meant for each other."
"I love you too Harry," said Ginny, a tear in her eye. She loved it when Harry got really passionate
about something. Be it catching the rest of the Death Eaters, Quidditch, sex or their relationship, the
fire that burned in his eyes was one of the most beautiful things she could imagine.
Just before they entered the Great Hall for breakfast Harry stopped Ginny. "I have an idea," he said, a
devious look in his eye.
"Alright, I'll permit it," said Ginny jokingly.