Harry Potter fanfic

The Proposition

"Hello you three, I'm glad to see you in my office once more," Professor McGonogall said.

Harry Ron and Hermione all took seats in front of McGonogall's desk, much as they had before, except with Dumbledore. They suddenly felt as they had all those times they'd found themselves in trouble, and although some memories were painful, they were all bearable because they'd gone through them together.

"I suppose you all know why you're here?" She questions.

Harry nods, turning to his friends for confirmation.

"Will you be coming back to hogwarts to finish your seventh year?" She offered, looking at the three of them intently.

Shaklebolt, who was standing begging Professor McGonogall, chose that moment to speak up, "or, because of your amazing work finding Voldemort's Hocruxes... would rather take positions in the Ministry... as Aurors."

Both options were tempting, and while coming back to school was Hermione's obvious choice, Harry figured he'd have a hard time deciding, and wondered if Ron was on the same page as well.

"Can we have sometime to think about it?" Hermione asked, looking from Ron to Harry, wondering what their own decisions would be, though she could only assume. Both Shacklebolt and McGonogall agreed, letting the three go.

Harry let his former professor know that they'd give her an answer the day of Fred's funeral a week from now, and hoped he had the answer by then.

Harry hoped to bump into Ginny on the way out, and was beyond disappointed to have not to. Although he knew she was alive and probably safer than she'd ever been, it was long since seeing her, a
and it seemed as if he could never be tired of it. Harry scowled at the fact, realizing he'd started to sound like Ron under Ramilda Vane's love potion. He felt as though he was under a love potion, never having felt such strong feelings for someone, and was becoming more desperate to see her every hour that he didn't. He sighed angrily, and Ron turned to him.

"Alright mate?" Ron asks.

"Yeah, just confused," Harry lies expertly, as he'd had lots of practice pretending he wasn't thinking about Ron's younger sister. He felt a bit ashamed of the fact, but couldn't exactly be blamed that Ron had an incredibly interesting sister.
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Harry took a deep breath, looking at the parchment sitting in front of him. He dampened his quill with ink and began to write...

Gin,

I'm sorry I wasn't able to talk to you tonight. In all honesty, I was afraid you were angry with me, though I know the thought is stupid now. I wish I hadn't been so cowardly, as I desperately wish I was in your arms right now... I hope you're not angry... I can't wait to catch up with you once more, and I hope you look forward to the day as well. Please wright back... I miss hearing your voice, but a letter will do until I see you again.

Professor McGonogall has offered Ron, Hermione, and I the opportunity to go back to school and finish our seventh year, but the Prime Minister has also offered us jobs as aurors. I'm quite torn between the two, as I'd love to study alongside you, but also begin my career. If you have any advice, I'd love to hear it... anyways... I've got to help your mum with preparations for the memorials... hope to see you soon!

Much love,
Harry

Harry tried not to re read it too many times, as he was afraid he'd been too cheesy. In fact, he knew he'd been too cheesy, but had meant every word he wrote. He rolled it up and tied it to the Weasley's newest owl, and missing Hedwig, he sent the letter away.
(a/n , mentioning g hedwig has made me cry. Pls cry w me)
Absentminded, he sits back on the porch, where he'd been writing the letter, and ponders on the decision he's to make.

"What're you thinking?" Hermione asked, sitting next to him with a book in her hand.

He shrugged, "Our decision? Ginny? Hedwig?"

She chuckled, "That's quite a bit of thinking."

She shared her feelings about returning to school, and although predictable, her decision was enlightening. She was going back to Hogwarts because she genuinely wanted to and loved learning, while Harry's only reason to go back was Ginny. Somehow his reason seemed more important still, although he knew it made him stupid.

"I can't imagine living alone," he said honestly.

She giggled in response, "you could ask Ronald to move in with you."

Although the idea was funny because it'd been spur of the moment, it almost seemed logical to Harry, and he wondered if it'd seem logical to Ron as well.

Great, thought Harry, another thing to ponder about.

They continued to talk and laugh until Ron called them in to help, "What are you lot laughing at?"

"Not much of your business is it?" Asks Harry jokingly, placing an arm around Hermione.

Smiling slightly, Ron reaches for Hermione's hand, "C'mon 'Mione, I say we ditch the loser." Hermione smiles with him and walks away from Harry shrugging. Harry fake gags and is suddenly hit by a rush of homesick like feelings, except instead of missing a place, he missed Ginny.

"If Ginny were here she'd call both of you ridiculous," Harry said without thinking.

"Oh she'll be here soon enough Harry," Said Hermione sympathetically.

Harry flinched at her tone and changed the conversation at once, "You two wouldn't want to come to Grimauld Place with me today would you?"

They agreed, and together went with Harry to his godfather's childhood home when dismissed by Mrs. Weasley. After spending hours helping him clean the place, Harry offered to make them dinner, that of which he was unaware Kearcher had already done.

"Kreacher... cooked for Master and his friends," Kreacher said grumpily.

"None of it is poisoned right?" Harry asked.

"Answer honestly," Harry demanded, "Is Hermione's food safe to eat?"

"Yes," replied Kreacher, a most displeased look upon his face. 
"Master thinks if... everything," Kreacher muttered, walking towards the kitchen once more.

It was past noon when Ron woke Harry the next morning, and had a letter in his hand.

"Mum wants us down for breakfast," he explains, walking towards his dresser and beginning to change.

Harry sat up in his bed, turning the card in his hand he immediately recognized the light handwriting to be Ginny's. His heart leaping with excitement he walks downstairs, reading the card on the way. Completely engulfed by his letter, he sat, noting only for a second that only he and Ron were missing.

Harry Potter,

If you were anyone else I'd very much be angry at you, for leaving me to grieve alone. And while I miss you very dearly, I agree that it'd be in your best interest to begin your career now... and how cool would it be to have an Auror boyfriend? -if I can even call you that.

Harry blushed at the title, and looked up to see Mrs. Weasley too engulfed in her own letter to notice.

I do wish you'd stop blaming yourself for the war and losses, Hermione wrote me about it. I can't wait to see you to tell you in person how much you are appreciated, and how much my parents love you and would never blame you for my brother's death. Although incredibly sad, I am also incredibly proud for him, as I know he died a hero, much like I know he would have liked. Watch out for George will you?

I miss you,

Gin.

Making Ginny proud must have been a convincing point, as he found himself feeding the idea of living at Grimmauld Place and working full time at the ministry as an Auror. He tried to imagine a life where seeing the Weasleys would become an evening occurrence rather than every few months, and although not being able to see Ginny seemed dreadful, he figured he could wait for breaks and such, as well as meet up with her in Hogsmeade.

He ate his porridge silently, laughing every once in a while when George decided to mess with him mum.