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harry potter is a part of me. that's all I have to say.

[mamarracha-ilustrada]

I have this headcannon, for no reason, about Harry and Ginny’s relationship after the war and into their adult life:

I picture that, maybe at 21-22 years old, Ginny has to leave for 3-4 months to do some training or some other Quidditch related thing. During this time Harry misses her immensely and it’s one of the hardest periods of his adult life. Ginny also misses him, and starts realizing how much she wants him in her life. It isn’t a dark depressive period in their life, just something that changes their relationship and pushes it forward.

In this time apart (physically) I imagine that both of them mature separately and very profoundly. Even if Harry had known how much she meant to him since before the war, I believe it’s in this time that he realizes he’s ready to actually start a life with her and potentially start a family. I think he might’ve been ready for marriage since before Ginny left for the trip, and bought the ring. Although, the opportunity of that training came up and Ginny decided to go. She had been playing with the Harpies for maybe 3 years and this was another step in her career. In short, Harry got to the marriage point before her, she still needed some time.

Time. Not to decide if she actually loved him, because that had already been a certainty for her since he left her to go hunting horcruxes. Time not just to reach some personal goal. Just time she didn’t know she needed. During that period I imagine her being so so happy training, but always having him on her mind. Getting to her room at night and getting so giddy writing letters to him. Laughing and blushing reading his. Feeling such ease between them. With all the distance between them, without seeing him for maybe 6 weeks straight, and yet she didn’t feel insecure at their future. She didn’t feel any tension in his letters. All the trust she somehow felt, she knew he felt too.

They had always understood each other, they got and trusted each other, but then the foundation of the relationship became rock solid. And not only that, they felt somehow something was becoming larger. Their love for each other deepening, and at the same time so simple and natural.

After the war rekindling their relationship, I imagine, must have been hard and painful. So much trauma in both of them. So many questions that needed to be answered, not only about each other but about life, death, the war, the meaning of it all…

Harry free from his doom, free to now picture a future, to realize he wasn’t just his mission. To realize he wasn’t just “the chosen one”, nor “the boy who lived (again)”, he could be Harry. And that’s someone he had to figure out and learn about…

Ginny now dealing with the heavy pain of having lost a brother. Of dealing with the fear of her family breaking. Wondering how everything could continue. Also, with so many memories from all year and keeping the DA together and fighting. Overcoming many many obstacles, one after the other…

Such difficult and complex circumstances after the war. And to face each other and feel so much love and respect for the other, but being so lost individually to just get back to normality. They need time. They get together but in their own terms. Figuring little things out. Helping each other.

Even if Harry thinks of Ginny as his first priority and Ginny thinks of him as the love of her life. I don’t think they are ready to do something about that right after the war. That’s why time needs to go by, to solidify that love. I know that canonically they get married very very young (at 21-22 Harry and 20-21 Ginny?). I, too, think they tie the knot before they’re 25. Although, I reckon there has to be transformation, a “click” in both of them, that makes them both dead set on the other. And this comes in this time Ginny is apart. More so, when she comes back.

I do not mean that they weren’t sure about each other! I mean that they get from figuring out how to live, what to expect from life after the war, who they are; to just knowing that what they want is to have a family together and be happy. To “settle down” as some say.

In short words:

- after the war and until they are 21-22 (4/5 years): a lot of figuring everything out. Starting their careers. Harry buying a flat and living maybe with Ron or alone. Ginny living with her parents and dealing with Fred’s death and the meaning and consequences it has on the family. (Many many more things, I know I’m not getting to the thick of it)

- 22: Ginny goes away for a few months. Something starts to click to her. What she wants in life. Who she is as a person, as a woman… And it’s clearer to Harry that it’s her who she wants to spend all his life with.

- Ginny comes back. Everything settles. Something just switches and they have such trust, such respect, and some harmony between them that they get engaged and married one year (or less, it doesn’t matter how much time it actually was) after.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I believe that before they get married and have their children I imagine Harry and Ginny have to go through a lot and then get set on each other. Not only do they need to figure out their respective trauma and questions, but also have to build a solid, strong foundation. Then, also, some moment of acknowledgement and realization and then they can devote themselves to each other.

I should also add that I imagine this to be specially hard for Harry because this would be the first time he stays and she leaves. Him, being and auror and going on missions, leaving Ginny. Her having to be strong and to trust he would come back. (By the way, I think this should be more explored, how much strength it takes to wait, to trust the other will come back..). And in this case it’s Ginny leaving, and him having to stay. I think that would definitely have a lot to do with him getting so ready to be with her.

Again this is only something I randomly imagine. No hate. No intention of discouraging anyone’s own opinions and thoughts. Also, this is all about a fictional world, so… We’re very free to imagine different things.

Hope you liked it!

[redheadwannabesblog]

what song do you think perfectly encapsulates harry and ginny’s relationship lyrics and all

I love this ask. There so many but here’s a few

Dean Lewis- memories (DH sad camping Harry)

I never thought I'd see the day That I wouldn't see your face Looking back, God, I wish I had known That I'd love you, then have to let go

'Cause you brought out the best in me You always saw a light no one else could see Now I know that you're gone, but I promise I won't forget

So thank you for all the memories 'Cause you'll never know what it meant to me 'Cause you were the one who gave me peace When I had none left Held me close at my loneliest Thanks for the memories Here's to the memories

I wish that I could call you up Just to hear your voice, that would be enough And we'd laugh like we're back at the start And pretend we're not falling apart

Jax- Like my father (Ginny’s POV- general vibe )

I wanna come home to roses And dirty little notes on Post-its And when my hair starts turning gray He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age

I guess I learned it from my parents That true love starts with friendship A kiss on the forehead, a date night Fake an apology after a fight

I need a man who's patient and kind Gets out of the car and holds the door I wanna slow dance in the living room like We're 18 at senior prom and grow Old with someone who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like My father loves my mom

Ben Rector- Brand New (HBP- Harry being happier than he’d been in a long time and not caring about the gossip)

I feel like new sunglasses, like a brand new pair of jeans I feel like taking chances, I feel a lot like seventeen

I feel like windows rolled down, new city, streets and cabs I feel like anything can happen, laughing, You take me right back, when we were kids Never thought I'd feel like this

Like when I close my eyes and don't even care if anyone sees me dancing Like I can fly, and don't even think of touching the ground Like a heartbeat skip, like an open page Like a one way trip on an aeroplane It's the way that I feel when I'm with you, brand new Brand new

Thanks for the ask @hinnyenthusiast what are yours?

[masterofdeath]

it needs to be said that what develops over the course of ginny weaving herself in and out of harry’s story, and what is offered in exchange between the two of them allows for such a solid foundation of trust between them that – yes, the break-up is their ‘i love you.’ 

ginny and harry find their stride by stepping in for each other. starting with something as innocuous as pretending not to see an embarrassing moment of an elbow in butter ( a favor ginny returns in the year of rogue bludgers ten times over ); and culminating in clawing their way from certain death and avoiding almost more certain expulsion together.  

harry is a hard person to comfort, ginny is shown to have a talent for it ( offering comfort is something that defines her even in what harry believes is the last time he’ll see her ). much can be said about how they navigate conflict ala ‘lucky you’ but i think even more can be said about the care ginny takes in comforting harry in ootp over chocolate eggs and laughing in the library. – i will let more more adept hands craft all the ways in which ginny’s vulnerabilities shine through with harry in a way we are expressly told she does not allow herself to be perceived in her other relationships, but there is equally footing in what they allow the other in on, the emotional honesty that comes at no cost ( or real punishment when forgotten ). 

in his relationship with ginny, we see harry able to free himself even physically from a body he is near-constantly, painfully aware to be inhabiting. his dreams – so often invaded in violating and traumatic ways – take on something softer, something more hopeful. ginny shocks hope into harry’s life and offers a promise of a life beyond what he knows is directly in front of him. 

when harry breaks up with ginny he’s not doing it because he believes she incapable of handling any threat, he knows he can’t risk her. he’s asking her to give her this one last bit of comfort and because at that point in their lives they had already been woven so tightly into the fabric of each other’s being, she lets him go to comfort him. 

[blvnk-art]

Although the glasses were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom towards him, at least until they poked him in the eye.

HP 7, ch: The Will of Albus Dumbledore

Happy Birthday, m’boy!

[mamarracha-ilustrada]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST SWEETEST BRAVEST SASSIEST BOY!!! we love you, Harry!

[the-darling-badger]

Harry and Hedwig were the perfect match because no other owl could have handled Harry's dramatics other than the great passive-aggressive diva herself, Hedwig

[hinnyandginnylover]

Hinny according to J.K. Rowling (July 16, 2005, interview by Mugglenet and Leaky Cauldron)

“The plan was, which I really hope I fulfilled, is that the reader, like Harry, would gradually discover Ginny as pretty much the ideal girl for Harry. She’s tough, not in an unpleasant way, but she’s gutsy.”

“Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said George. “Look at Ginny.”

“What d’ you mean?” said Harry.

“You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?”

“He needs to be with someone who can stand the demands of being with Harry Potter, because he’s a scary boyfriend in a lot of ways. He’s a marked man.”

“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.

“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”

Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled around.

“I forgot,” he said.

“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly.

“I think she’s funny, and I think she’s very warm and compassionate. These are all things that Harry requires in his ideal woman.”

“E is always so thoughtful,” purred Fleur adoringly, stroking Bill’s nose.

Ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal behind Fleur. Harry choked over his cornflakes, and Ron thumped him on his back.

A much smaller and warmer hand had enclosed his and was pulling him upward. He obeyed its pressure without really thinking about it. Only as he walked blindly back through the crowd did he realize, from a trace of flowery scent on the air, that it was Ginny who was leading him back into the castle.

“So have you had a good term?”

“Oh, it’s been alright,” said Luna. “A bit lonely without the D.A. . Ginny’s been nice, though. She stopped two boys in our Transfiguration class calling me ‘Loony’ the other day—”

“But, I felt - and I’m talking years ago when all this was planned - initially, she’s terrified by his image. I mean, he’s a bit of a rock god to her when she sees him first, at 10 or 11, and he’s this famous boy. ”

The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun.

“So Ginny had to go through a journey as well. And rather like with Ron, I didn’t want Ginny to be the first girl that Harry ever kissed. That’s something I meant to say, and it’s kind of tied in. One of the ways in which I tried to show that Harry has done a lot of growing up - in "Phoenix”, remember when Cho comes into the compartment and he thinks, “I wish I could have been discovered sitting with better people”, basically? He’s with Luna and Neville.”

Harry slumped back in his seat and groaned. He would have liked Cho to discover him sitting with a group of very cool people laughing their heads off at a joke he had just told; he would not have chosen to be sitting with Neville and Loony Lovegood, clutching a toad and dripping in Stinksap.

"So literally the identical thing happens in "Prince”, and he’s with Luna and Neville again, but this time, he was grown up, and as far as he’s concerned he is with two of the coolest people on the train. They may not look that cool. Harry has really grown.”

“People expect you have cooler friends than us,” said Luna, once again displaying her knack for embarassing honesty.

“You are cool,” said Harry shortly. “None of them was at the Ministry. They didn’t fight with me.”

“And I feel that Ginny and Harry, in this book, they are total equals. They are worthy for each other.”

She looked alarmed and angry. Harry knew what was on her mind at once.

Laughing, Harry broke free of the rest of the team and hugged Ginny, but let go very quickly.

 ”You could’ve taken anyone!” said Ron in disbelief over dinner. “Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?”

"Don’t call her that, Ron!” snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. “I’m really glad you’re taking her, Harry, she’s so excited.”

Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her; however, much his conscience ached, he found himself wondering how to get her  on her own.

He could feel Ginny’s eyes on him now but did not meet them; he did not want to see disappointment or anger there.

“Give it a rest, Hermione!” said Ginny, and Harry was so amazed, so grateful, he looked up. “By the sound of it, Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!” 

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. 

The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which - if they had time - they might discuss the match.

“You’d think people had better things to gossip about,” said Ginny, as she sat on the common-room floor, leaning against Harry’s legs and reading the Daily Prophet. “Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest.”

Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them. 

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her it’s a Hungarian Horntail,” said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. “Much more macho.”

“Thanks,” said Harry, grinning.

“She’s not that bad,” said Harry. “Ugly, though,” he added hastily, as Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she let out a reluctant giggle.

“They’ve both gone through a big emotional journey, and they’ve really got over a lot of delusions, to use your word, together. So, I enjoyed writing that. I really like Ginny as a character.”

Harry looked at Ginny, Ron and Hermione: Ron’s face was screwed up as though the sunlight was blinding him. Hermione’s face was glazed with tears, but Ginny was no longer crying. She met Harry’s gaze with the same hard, blazing look that he had seen when she had hugged him after winning the Quidditch Cup in his absence, and he knew that at that moment they understood each other perfectly, and that when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say “Be careful”, or “Don’t do it”, but accept his decision, because she would not have expected anything less of him.

[tedwardremus]

Lie to me for Harry and Ginny.

Thank you for sending me a prompt from this list!

Harry blinked as he was greeted by the familiar bright yellow overhead lights of St. Mungo’s. A small, comforting hand was holding his. Harry’s neck was stiff as he looked over to see a tiny lump of red in the chair next to his hospital bed. He gave the hand a squeeze.

“Hey.” His voice was hoarse and quiet.

Ginny scooted to the edge of her chair and with her free hand, she gently pushed his hair off his forehead. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Is it morning?” Harry asked, trying to get his bearings again.

“No, well technically I guess it is.” Ginny mused. "It's half past midnight."

“What day?”

“The twelfth.”

Harry had been out for three days. "Same month, though, right?"

“Yes.”

“Okay, good.” Then Harry frowned. “It must have been bad.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, usually it’s Ron who takes night duty.”

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were married to Ron.”

Harry gave her hand another squeeze. “I’m not saying I’m not happy to wake up and see you. You’re a much better sight than Ron.”

“Thank you.”

“So it was bad? Three days out and you’re here instead of at home with the boys?”

“The boys are at the Burrow having the time of their lives.”

“And you’re here at my deathbed.”

“Hardly, dead people don’t usually talk.”

“Hmm, I seem to talk to dead people quite often though.”

“Not so much anymore.”

The clock on the wall ticked and magical medical monitors beeped. Harry was increasingly aware of how tight and sore his face felt, a weird itch on his leg, and a sharp pain in his back.

“Alright,” Harry said. “Lie to me. Tell me how great I look.”

“You look fantastic. Never better. It’s no wonder you keep winning Witch Weekly’s Sexiest Wizard.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm,” Ginny’s blurry head nodded. “Your face isn’t swollen and purple at all, and there isn’t some weird greenish fluid that keeps oozing out of your leg resulting in hourly check-ups from the healers.”

Harry laughed, but it quickly turned into a rough cough. Ginny placed a straw in his mouth and he took a sip of water.

“You’ll be fine,” Ginny whispered as she pushed his hair back again and gave him a kiss.

“Of course I will be, I’m always fine when you are here,” he said as he closed his eyes again, giving Ginny’s hand another squeeze.

[kiinghanalister]

Does anyone have recs for fics where Harry is on an auror mission and comes back home to Ginny and the kids? Like in Ginny’s perspective? 🥺

[mamarracha-ilustrada]

There are a couple that are a bit angsty:

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12593525/1/Coming-Home-to-Family by pottermum. This one is a bit shorter than the other, but both pretty long (+3k)

And:

[mamarracha-ilustrada]

The fact that Harry thought of Ginny right when he was waiting for Voldemort to kill him is incredibly important.

With everything that had happened to him, with everything he had gone through, his thoughts went to Ginny. "-and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips in his-".

He could have thought of his parents and how he was going to greet them and be with them at last. He could have thought of Sirius, his godfather, an essential paternal figure in his life, the first person who felt like the family that had been ripped from him that night in 1981 . Or of Remus, how he had taught him to cast "Expecto Patronum", how he had been the first person to talk to him about Lily. How Remus had died without knowing his son, how Teddy had been left an orphan, just like Harry had been years ago.

Ron and Hermione could have been his last thought too, them being the first real loving friends he had. His best friends always there, his partners in crime. Everything they had gone through side by side, fighting back. How they were his first source of comfort, of help, of understanding, of love.

He could have thought of the war coming to an End. Of every single person who had fought for what they believed. Of how Dumbledore had raised him only for this very moment, how Harry has trusted and found almost a father in him.

But he didn't, Ginny was everything in that moment. Maybe Ron and Hermione were comfort and help... Ginny was his BEST source of comfort, of love (even though he doesn't say, he knows) she IS his family. He had fallen in love with her so recklessly. In an instant she represented something Harry had never thought of in all his life: future. Harry's life is absorbed by darkness that overshadowed a possible happy life. But Ginny changed that. She was so bright the shadows couldn't follow him when he was with her. She was so warm, the coldness of his body left, escaping that fire.

She became his life, his love, his family. She was the person with whom he'd start and share a life. That's why he fought for her in the war, he desperate for her not die, not to be hurt. He wanted her to live.

He thought of her.

How could he not?

She was the only real thing.