Harry stepped out of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place, brushing off a bit of soot from his clothes. The familiar sight of the old house greeted him, but it felt different now—warmer, more like a home. Kreacher appeared almost immediately, bowing low.
"Welcome back, Master Harry," Kreacher said with a croaky voice, though his tone was much friendlier than it used to be.
"Thanks, Kreacher. Just popping in to grab a few things before heading over to the Burrow," Harry replied with a smile.
As he made his way to his room, Harry couldn't help but think about the evening's events. The Grangers had been so welcoming, and the thought of being part of a loving family like that filled him with a sense of belonging he hadn't felt often in his life.
He quickly packed a small bag, thinking of how he might spend the night at the Burrow, knowing how Mrs. Weasley loved to have everyone under one roof. Before leaving, he paused at Sirius's old room. A wave of nostalgia hit him—this house held so many memories, both painful and cherished. He made a silent promise to keep it alive, to fill it with good memories in the future.
Back at the Burrow
The Burrow was bustling with activity. Mrs. Weasley was in her element, orchestrating a grand dinner while the Weasley siblings helped here and there. The smells of roasted meats, fresh bread, and rich desserts filled the air, making everyone's mouth water.
"Harry, you're here!" Ginny exclaimed as she spotted him stepping out of the fireplace.
"Yeah, thought I'd better come help, although I'm not sure I'll be much use in the kitchen," Harry chuckled.
"Nonsense, dear!" Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen, "You can help Ron and George set the table."
Harry got to work, setting the table with Ron and George while the house buzzed with laughter and chatter. It wasn't long before Hermione and her parents arrived, and the room seemed to brighten even more with their presence.
As the evening progressed, everyone gathered around the table, enjoying the feast Mrs. Weasley had prepared. Conversation flowed easily—stories of the past year, plans for the future, and light-hearted banter filled the room. Harry found himself frequently glancing at Hermione, who seemed to be glowing with happiness.
Later That Night
After dinner, the group moved to the cozy living room, where a fire crackled warmly in the hearth. Helen and Richard had bid farewell and returned to their home by the now so convenient floo network. Hermione decided to stay the night, 'for old times sake' Harry and Hermione found a quiet corner, sitting close together as the others continued chatting.
"This feels like home," Hermione said softly, leaning her head on Harry's shoulder.
"It does," Harry agreed, wrapping an arm around her. "I've never felt more at peace."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Eventually, the conversation turned to more serious matters—what the future might hold for them, especially now that the war was over and they had their lives ahead of them.
"I've been thinking about what your dad said earlier," Harry began, "about giving you all the happiness you deserve. I'm not sure I can ever do enough, but I want to try, 'Mione. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy."
Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You already make me happy, Harry. More than I ever thought possible. And I want to be there for you too, through everything. We've been through so much already, and I know we can face whatever comes next together."
Harry smiled, feeling a swell of emotion. "Together," he repeated, leaning in to kiss her gently.
As the night wore on, the warmth of the fire and the love of those around them filled the room, creating a moment of pure contentment. For the first time in a long while, Harry felt truly at home—not just in the Burrow, but in the life he was building with Hermione by his side.
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A/N : I know I said I'd update soon and I couldn't due to my studies. I had taken a break from wattpad and when I decided to log back in out of the blue, I saw a comment from @ThePotterHouse. So I decided to whip up this chapter...
To all my readers... please stick with me... Give me two more weeks till my exams are over and I'll update a lottt more frequently....
This chapter is also dedicated to @ThePotterHouse for the encouragement and sticking with this story.
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Mine Forever ( a Harmione fanfic )
FanfictionThis takes place after the war. On his 18th Birthday, Harry confesses his love towards his best friend and sister Hermione.
