For hpgw100, because I do exist.

Title: Cold Comfort
Words: 100
Pairing: H/G

The first time he left on assignment was, of course, the worst.
"Why?" she asked. "Why do you have to leave? You promised you wouldn't leave again. When will you stop needing to save the world?"
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's just a standard assignment, Gin ( Read more... )

Harry Potter looked forward to the first day of the rest of his life. Voldemort was dead, the war was won, and he was finally ready to move on and start over with Ginny Weasley. He woke up with a smile on his face. For the first day he could remember, his scar didn’t hurt at all.

He envisioned the look on her face while he told her the story of ( Read more... )

Harry didn’t have nightmares about Voldemort for five years after the war, and he had never before dreamt about the Chamber of Secrets, but on the night before his wedding, he awoke in a cold sweat, head still aching from too much drinking.

At least his scar wasn’t burning, he thought as he rolled out of his empty bed to go make tea.

Ginny was ( Read more... )

Luck Has Nothing to Do With It

Growing up in a family with six older brothers, and with the two brightest wizards of the age as nothing less than surrogate siblings, it was usually easy for Ginny Weasley to go unnoticed when she wanted to. After all, who would notice one fewer (or one too many) Wealseys?

The unfortunate fact of the matter was that ( Read more... )

Harry was fidgeting in his seat, staring at the pretty waitress, poking at his food - in short, doing anything to avoid looking at Ginny.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, as he said “I think we should end this.”

“What?” Her incredulous expression was becoming too familiar. “What is it this time?”

“I just need some time to define myself - not the hero ( Read more... )