Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

dunce when it came to romance, nor was he one to randomly blurt out stuff like he just had.
"Good, but I just want you to know…" Harry stopped in mid sentence, a smile coming to his face. "You
know what," he said, "I'll tell you tomorrow." Harry had smiled because, unknown to Ginny, he had
been having trouble writing his wedding vows. He had just realized that what he was about to say to
her would be perfect.
The couple finished their walk to their room in silence, each of them changed in silence and got into
bed in silence. As Ginny was curling up in his arms Harry couldn't help but smile to himself. He
thought once again about this being his last night as a bachelor and about how he couldn't be happier
about it.
On that thought Harry drifted off to sleep, and soon his slow breathing carried Ginny off to sleep as
well.
* * *
The next morning Harry woke up to find that there was no one else in the bed with him. He looked
around the room and found Ginny sitting in a large chair that faced a very large window that looked out
over the back lawn of the Manor. From what Harry could tell Ginny was looking at the Quidditch pitch,
which had a few hundred chairs set up on it because that was where the wedding would take place.
"Gin?" Harry groaned as he got out of bed and walked over to his soon to be wife, "Is something
wrong?"
"I'm just a little nervous," said Ginny, her voice unusually small.
"There's no need to be," said Harry, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. "We're going to get
married this afternoon, and then we're going to have a huge party with all of our friends from school
and a few of our friends from the media. Then after that we're going to go to Australia and spend an
amazing week swimming, diving, fucking and doing anything else you want. And after that we're going
to come back to England, you're going to play for the Hollyhead Harpies and I'm going to be an Auror.
We're going to live just outside London, and we're going to have an apartment in London in case we
need it." Harry could see Ginny's smile reflected in the window as he talked to her, yet there still
seemed to be something bothering her. Harry circled around the chair and put himself directly in her
gaze, forcing her to meet his eyes by putting them right in front of hers. "What's really wrong Ginny?"
he asked.
"I'm not really sure," said Ginny, her voice as shaky as ever, "I guess it's just that we've been together
for over a year, and I know you're the only one for me, but we're both so young and I'm nervous that it
won't work out. I'm nervous that you might be killed while chasing some dark wizard around. I'm
nervous that I might get killed because of some dark wizard your chasing around or that I'm going to
get killed in some horrific Quidditch acc…"
"Gin, no one's ever been killed playing Quidditch." Said Harry reassuringly, cutting Ginny off and
leaning his forehead against hers.
"I know," said Ginny, her voice a bit calmer now that she was voicing her fears to Harry. "But those
aren't the only things I worry about. I worry about what will happen to our kids when we have them,
and about what type of parents we'll be. I'm worried about the fame that they'll be forced to live up to,
or live down. You remember how you were treated your first year, what if they're treated the same way?
Always being looked at as celebrities. I'm worried about how transparent our lives will be. You, the
man who defeated the most vile dark wizard ever, me a famous and talented Quidditch player."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Ginny, and not only for the 'famous and talented' joke. "Gin, you'll