The camping trip had been great so far. Harry and Ginny have been enjoying themselves immensely. They busied themselves during the day with easy hikes over the Scottish countryside, with frequent breaks for Harry, picnic style lunches, and long conversations. Harry and Ginny reconnected as they laughed and carried on like a couple of lovesick teenagers who hadn't seen each other in months. They snogged in broad daylight on their picnic blanket and made love to each other under the stars. They chased each other through the meadows and play fought around the campfire. This holiday was long overdue and was exactly what they both needed. Harry loved hearing his wife laugh and giggle and got to hear it extremely often. Ginny loved making Harry feel wanted and needed despite the problem with his leg. They both were having the time of their lives. Once the sun had set, Harry would build a fire using the muggle method, which Ginny found quite interesting. She asked him why he used the muggle method when using magic would be easier and faster. Harry told her after resting at home not doing much of anything for the past couple of weeks, it gave him a sense of satisfaction to be able to build a good fire just using his two hands. Ginny just left him to it. Dinner was always an adventure and Ginny came up with some great on the spot recipes that Harry genuinely enjoyed. She made sure to make note of a couple of them to make at home for him.
"OH SHIT!! HIT THE DECK!! FUCK!!" Intel got it wrong again. "YOU GOOD TO GO SIR?!"
"I'M OK TOM. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!"
"AMBUSH SIR. STAY BEHIND ME. WE'VE GOT THIS."
"DAM! THIS PLACE IS GOING TO COME DOWN!"
"HERE THEY COME!!"
"STUPEFY!!" Son of a bitch missed! "I THOUGHT THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONLY ONE! STUPEFY!" Ha-ha! Got one! "GOT ONE TOM!"
"WHOO HOO! GOT NOTHING ON YOU SIR! INTEL MUST HAVE BEEN WRONG. BIG SURPISE THERE! SHIT! ON YOUR SIX!! ARGH!!! FUCK!!"
"STUPEFY!" Where did these guys come from? Got number two! "GOT ANOTHER! TOM! YOU OK?"
"ARGH! WILL BE IN A SEC! HERE COMES THE CAVALRY" Motherfucker! Dam blasting curse.
Shit! "TOM! LOOK OUT! NO!! ARG..."
"FUCK!! Brown got that son of a bitch for you sir!! HA-HA!!" Shit! This was not how this day was supposed to go! "I NEED A MEDVAC ASAP! Let's counter that curse first sir. There we go. SHIT!! We'll get that leg squared away. No worries. Shit! That arm looks broke. SOMEBODY GET ME A MEDVAC!! Let's start getting you patched up for travel." Somebody's getting an alpha Charlie when I get back to HQ.
"SMITH! WHERE'S THAT MEDVAC?! This turned out to be a real Charlie foxtrot huh sir? You just hang in there."
"Ginny...tell Ginny..." Dam my leg hurts.
"Stay with me sir. You keep thinking about that fireball of a wife you got there. Did I tell you? Me and my niece, Bunty, got tickets to the championship match. She's a huge Harpies fan. Loves your wife, too. SMITH!? ROBERTS!? MEDVAC NOW!!"
Dam those bandages hurt "Ginny...tell Ginny...I love her."
"You'll get to tell her that yourself sir. Hey, Bunty almost died when I told her I worked with you." Shit! I'm losing him! "Stay with me sir! MEDVAC!!"
Gotta stay awake. "We'll...we'll...have to...have you...two...over...some night..."
"Sounds like a plan sir. We'll set something up after your trip to St. Mungo's. Jenkins, thank fucking god. About dam time with that medvac. Some fucking SNAFU huh? Let's go sir. Grab hold, we're Oscar mike."
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Snapshots From Life
FanfictionThese are just a collection of short scenes (AKA snapshots) from Harry's and Ginny's life as a married couple before the birth of their three children. There is a loose plot that does develop but for the most part this is a series of one shots. WAR...
