A/N: So, here is chapter 15. We get a flash forward and to know everything that happened in those 5 months, we get lots of couply fluff, we finally discover how Voldemort's demise went in this AU and we get a surprise I hope you like.

Chapter 15

29th October 2006 — 5 months later

Some days it still felt like he was waking up in a dream. Some days like today, when the sun coming in through the window would heat up his face, and he would wake up slowly, only opening his eyes slightly but being immediately awarded with the fiery locks that he was sure would always make him smile like an idiot.

She looked so peaceful like this. Although he couldn't help but change the adjective to 'cute' when Ginny let out a rather unlady-like snore. Harry lifted up his head slightly, moving his arm so he could rest the elbow on the fluffy pillow and his head on his palm. The red-head beside him was laying on her left side, drooling over the pillow and holding the blankets around her at a rather bizarre angle. Her right leg had managed to escape the thin white sheet but the rest of her body, up to a teasing view of the top of her breast, was covered.

The image couldn't help but take Harry back to the moment he had seen her walking down the aisle towards him on that 26th of August, only barely two months back. He told her later that his favourite colour to see her in had changed, after seeing her hair flowing around the white dress, all her emerald dresses didn't stand a chance.

When he thought back to the fact that they had only been living here for five months, it didn't seem to make sense. Ginny liked to remind Harry about everything he had left behind to be with her but, truthfully, that life was like a dream to him, something he couldn't even remember properly. Perhaps because he didn't even look at it with nostalgia. Yes, of course he missed his parents, and Hermione, and the palace, sometimes even his schedule as crown prince, but he didn't actually feel any longing towards it.

His days now were full of bliss, of peaceful existence. The first few weeks had perhaps been the hardest; it had taken him three weeks to find the person who could actually sell him the white house by the sea, the one he had always wanted, and having to stay in a hotel room with Ginny for almost a month, not being able to walk out the door because the press was hounding every spot of the coast, had been pretty intense. It already tends to be hard to start living with someone when you have a proper place to settle and things to do outside of the house; when you have to start living together in a hotel room, no matter that it was the biggest suite they had…things can get a little out of hand. Especially when you're dealing with the infamous Weasley temper.

But in the end it didn't turn out so bad, no fights got terribly out of hand, luckily, and Harry managed to get the house in the end, and Ginny loved it. Everything about it was incredible. The way it sat over a tiny little cliff with a wooden set of staircases which led down to the beach, the light blue porch which surrounded the whole house and made it seem more rustic, 'a little bit of The Burrow in it', Ginny had said. With five bedrooms, all with their own balcony and four of them overlooking the sea and a big garden at the back; with a huge wooden table that surrounded a very old and thick tree, perfect for the Weasley gatherings that would take place there. Up to now, they'd already had two.

The 'engagement' dinner had been thrown the day they had moved into the house and consisted more in asking for everybody's help in settling in than actually throwing a party, although there definitely was Firewhisky at the end. And at the end of August, just seven days after Ginny turned 24, they finally held the awaited wedding on the beach. With just the Weasleys, Blacks, Lupins, Elizabeth, Max and the King and the Queen, Harry and Ginny said I do. And it was definitely just how they wanted it to be. Festive, small and the happiest day of their lives.

A honeymoon, like the one to Venice that Harry had imagined, had been completely out of the picture due to the threat that the press posed. They had gone completely crazy in the last months, since the moment Harry had decided to abdicate. Besides, just two weeks after they said their 'I do's, Harry and Ginny began their new lives with their new jobs.

Harry had been hired as assistant Defence teacher at Monte Concha, and, due to his influences and Ginny's well known career, she had managed to gain the post as flying instructor. And that had definitely been a key to their happiness since they had arrived. Harry had revelled in coming back to his school days, to teaching the kids new things, to actually being able to do something with his life that had nothing to do with what he was raised to do. It definitely gave him an odd sense of fulfilment to know he was truly more than a title, than a crown, it was an incredible feeling to know that he could manage and actually succeed on his own. On Ginny's side, she had been able to make a living of something she loved once again and, to make it even better, the heat got to her a little sometimes, but she had been told it would be worth it when it was still sunny in winter. She was definitely getting a hold of language spells, even if she was also trying to practice the language in her spare time as much as she could. And well, the best part of it all was obviously that Harry was always just a few metres away from her, they woke up, Apparated to the castle for breakfast and left the castle after dinner, except for Wednesdays and Fridays when they had no afternoon classes and the weekends, like today, when they would just spend all day enjoying each other company.

A little noise from Ginny brought him back from his thoughts, and the woman turned onto her back, opening her eyes slightly before closing them quickly with a moan.

"Turn off the lights!" She protested as she turned to curl into Harry's chest. The man laughed and wrapped his arms around her, dropping a kiss on her temple.

"I'm afraid it's the sun, baby, no turning off possible," he whispered to her. "Besides, it's already eleven, we should probably be getting up."

Ginny looked up slightly and shot her husband a dirty look. "I might not be so sleepy if someone hadn't kept me up all night, enjoying himself."

Harry laughed out loud and reached down to caress the part of her breast that spilled out of her tiny pyjama top. She moaned at the touch. "Yeah, that's what I thought…I don't think I heard you arguing against what I was doing, actually, what I could hear was more like…"

Ginny shut him up kissing him and turning him on his back so she could lay on top. She kissed his earlobe, making his breath start to come out in short gasps.

"Do you recon the honeymoon faze will ever get old?" she asked him as she came up to take a look into his eyes.

Harry lifted his hand and pushed her messy hair back from her face, meeting a few knots on the way and causing Ginny to push his hand away with a chuckle.

"Not with you," he said simply, before capturing her lips again and turning her on her back, ready to show her how much he loved her, once again.

"There you go," Harry said as he placed a bowl of Cesar salad in the middle of the table. "I almost didn't burn the chicken this time."

Ginny giggled. "I'm not going to protest given that you're doing all the cooking. You're spoiling me rotten, Potter."

The redhead summoned her fork, which was on the other side of the table. She didn't expect it to fly crazily across the room and incrust itself in the wall that separated the dining room and the kitchen.

Harry's jaw dropped slightly before waving his hand and bringing the fork back onto the table, fixing the metal and the wall quickly, before turning to face his wife.

"I thought you were dealing with the extra magic pretty well…Perhaps we should practice doing easy spells wandlessly, that way these things won't happen."

Ginny looked a little lost for words. When she had married Harry, she had gained the power that came with being the consort of a magical monarch, but Ginny was already a powerful witch; she had barely even noticed the infusion of power that had come in when she had finally been bonded with Harry for life. So the magical surge right now had been a big surprise for both of them.

"Yeah, for sure. I don't want my Thunderbolt to go crazy because of my unsteady magic…We can go down to the beach later on and duel a little."

Harry bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. "Honey, I would think that you would know by now that I am a 'tiny' bit more powerful than you."

Ginny rolled her eyes as Harry put quotes around the word tiny.

"Well, you can just stand there and take it, then," Ginny cheekily said.

Harry laughed and wandlessly made the salad fall on both plates. His wife looked at him curiously.

"It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that your dad is even more powerful than you are. Sometimes it seems to me like there's nothing you can't do."

Harry shrugged. "I hope it's not one of the things you love about me," he thought out loud after taking a bite of their lunch. "The day will come when I have to give it up."

Ginny put her hand over his. "The only thing I fear about you losing your super powerful freaky magic is how it'll affect you; it wouldn't matter to me if you were a Muggle with no special talents and no money. But, either way, your dad is so young…We'll probably have great-great-grandchildren by the time he passes away. I'm sure by then I'll have already left you because of your saggy skin and bald head...I won't give a rat's arse about the magic."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at his wife. He looked around for a few seconds and spotted a few Halloween decorations sitting in bags next to the door, he looked back at Ginny.

"Gin," he said, taking a different turn on the conversation. "You do know the Spanish people don't celebrate Halloween, right? And that our house can't be seen by anyone? Is there really a point for putting up the decorations?"

The witch smiled. "I have a surprising free morning on Saturday, because the third years are on a trip to the magic town beneath the Alhambra, so I thought I could put a few decorations up. It's your first Halloween without your family…"

"It's not like it's exactly a festive occasion for us…"

"That's exactly the reason. I know how you feel about this day and I just want to make you celebrate it too. You could have died 25 years ago, but you're here…I think it's something worth celebrating, even if it's just the two of us. Don't you?

Harry stared at her for a few moments without saying anything. "You do know I love you, right?"

She smiled. "I love you too."

31st October 2006

It was a lovely night to walk back from Monte Concha through the promenade. The waves hit the shore softly and the half moon was raised above, reflected on the dark water.

"And so the kid just literally comes up to me and asks me if I'd let him be King of England. Turns out he thinks it'd be good for getting girls." Harry finished telling the story as the neared the end of the promenade.

Ginny burst out laughing. "It's lucky we didn't stay for the feast. I can bet Headmistress Rodriguez would have totally made you give the kids a speech."

"Maybe even made me recreate the scene of the scar; who knows," Harry wondered as they walked through the huge palm trees that hid their house from the rest of the civilization. The white chalet stood high on a small hill over the sea, what to everyone looked like a rocky site with danger signs, was actually a two store white house with huge windows, a beige roof and lovely wooden porch that went around the whole house.

Ginny swore as she saw a light go on inside. Harry brought his hand in front of him immediately.

"Apparate to the Monteconcha gate right now, Ginny and tell Rodriguez, Perez and Gaitan to come aid me. Alert the Spanish Aurors too. Quick!"

Ginny didn't move except to put a soothing hand on Harry's arm and pulled out her wand to conjure a blindfold which she placed in Harry's hand.

"Get out of army mode and play along, will you?" Ginny begged.

Harry looked lost but went along with it. Although the blindfold was far too rigid to bend it around his head.

Ginny sighed. "Stupid queen magic that doesn't work…Conjure a proper blindfold and let me lead you to the door, sweetheart. And, yes, don't say it…I'll go see the school nurse about the magic tomorrow."

"Ginny, what is going…?"

But the look Ginny sent him convinced him to put a new blindfold on and follow her voice and lead until they were at the front door.

"Act surprised," were the only words Ginny said before the door opened and the blindfold disappeared, revealing a living room filled with Halloween decorations with a huge round table in the middle. The king and the queen were sat at the top of the table, smiling at Harry. Around them sat Elisabeth and Federico, who had Anabel in his arms and Max, who was actually dressed up in a muggle wizard costume. Also there were Sirius and Katie, his wife, accompanied by their four daughters, Catalina, Anne, Sonia and Henrietta, surprisingly without any boyfriend in tow. Remus and Tonks were also there, beside the Blacks, and beside them stood two empty seats which must've been occupied by David and Teddy who had already run up to Harry and Ginny. Next to the queen, on the other side of the table, also stood the only non-magical person, the Prince of Norway, Dudley Evans of Dursley.

"Surprise!" They all exclaimed happily as Harry looked at them in shock. He felt 8 year old Teddy run him in a hug as David ran to Ginny and the redhead lifted him off the ground and wrapped her arms around his small body.

All the adults also stood up, taking turns to greet the couple. Dudley was having a hard time dealing with the spells they had put on him so he could actually see his surroundings.

"I really didn't expect this," Harry whispered to Ginny as they all sat down to enjoy the meal.

Ginny kissed his cheek and smiled. "They're your family, Harry, which means they're my family too. Today is an important day for all of you, you deserve to be together."

"But I don't get it!" Teddy shouted a little too loud and making the whole table wonder what he was pestering his mother about.

"What don't you get, little man?" Harry asked the boy, whose hair was an angry shade of red.

"I'm not a little man," Teddy protested as Tonks tried to brush the whole thing off. But Teddy wasn't having it. "I just want to know why Daddy said this is a sad day for you guys. No one will explain properly and everyone back in England has parties and stuff on Halloween. I don't get why it's sad."

Harry looked at his father, as if asking for permission to tell the boy the story he had been told when he was more a less the same age. James nodded.

"What do you know about Voldemort, Teddy?" the man with glasses asked. Tonks drew in a breath at the mention of the name, funny how some habits stick.

Teddy bit his lips, thinking. "He was a bad wizard, right? Dumbledore killed him!"

Harry laughed. "Yeah, that's right. Voldemort was a very evil man, Teddy. When my mum and dad were at Hogwarts he led the Wizarding World trying to kill Muggle-borns like your Grampa Tonks. So a little more than 25 years ago a seer…you know what a seer is, right?" Teddy nodded. "Well, a seer made a prophecy that a child born at the end of July to a couple who had fought him three times could be the one to beat him."

"Your birthday's in summer, Harry!" Teddy exclaimed.

"Yes, mate," Remus told his son. "On the 31st of July."

"So that baby was you, Harry?" the 8-year-old wondered in awe.

Harry looked at his parents. His mum was looking down at the ground and his dad had a very glassy look in his eyes. Those weren't exactly good memories.

"Well…it could've been someone else but, yes, given I was the future heir to the throne and Voldemort was threatened by the monarchy, he decided it was me," he told him. "We were in America at the time of the prophecy, but my dad had to come back to lead the Order of the Phoenix against Voldemort's forces. So I went into hiding with the King and the Queen of the moment, my magical grandparents, since Voldemort wanted to kill them too, and try to get their power. And well, they were betrayed…"

"By one of our best friends…Bloody rat…" Sirius started going off, being shushed quickly by everyone because of the young children present. But Teddy was too busy listening to the story to realize.

"Well, yeah…He was working for the order, specially helping my grandparents but…He was actually a Death Eater. And he betrayed them and so Voldemort found us. He..."

Harry looked over at David in fear of scaring the younger boy but he seemed to be less into the story than his brother, falling asleep on his father's lap.

"Voldemort killed King Charlus and then went up to kill me. He wanted to spare Queen Dorea, who was the actual Queen by blood, and marry her so that he would gain even more power, but she stood in his way to get to me. She had sent most her magic reserves to her husband but Voldemort had taken them in temporarily when he killed the King, so she stood in between Voldemort and me, even when he gave her the option of moving away…Her sacrifice is what allowed the killing curse to rebound on me and that was the night when..."

"You got the scar!" Teddy exclaimed.

"Yes," Harry finally said, taking his fringe back. "And he marked me as the person the prophecy spoke about. That's why today is a sad day, Teddy. Because my grandparents gave their lives to save me."

Lily looked at her son sweetly and put a comforting hand on her husband's knee, underneath the table.

"But Ginny's right, Harry. It's also something we must celebrate, just like we do in Victory day. We celebrate we almost lost you but didn't. It's something great to be able to celebrate."

Harry smiled, but it faltered as James excused himself for a second and left to walk out onto the porch.

"I'm sorry," Harry spoke as he left the living room and walked onto the porch that led towards the back garden of the house. The view of the ocean was spectacular from there. "He wanted to know and…"

"Don't worry, Harry," James said, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "It's just, they were my parents and I loved them so much. My mum never even got to be a proper queen and now…"

"Now I'm not going to be King?" Harry wondered out loud.

James frowned. "No…your mum and Ginny are so right. Today we celebrate that you're alive but, even more, that you're happy. It's a nice place you've got for yourself here, you and Ginny look incredible."

Harry smiled. "I've never been happier. I miss you guys, so much…But, this isn't a bad life at all, it's even better than I thought it would be."

"We miss you too," the King confessed. "Especially now…We haven't said anything, but the Arab Magical Monarchy has sided with Doodsbedreiging. We have knowledge that they're planning an attack."

"On us?" Harry exclaimed.

James frowned. "Yes…We think they might be trying to take an advantage of our situation. If I were to die, as far as what they know, the vow would make the powers pass by you and leave you completely instantly to go into Max, and he wouldn't be able to use it for days, weeks even…He'd have to be in Saint Mungo's trying to bear the pain of the power. In that case only one person would have all the power and he'd be completely undefended."

Harry shook his head. "Hell…Do I need to get back to England, Dad? Do you and Mum need to go into hiding?"

James put his other arm on Harry's shoulder and tried to calm his son. "We'll be alright, son…It might actually work in your favour that you're here. We told everyone you signed the papers and gave into the unbreakable vow so no one will think to even try to attack you. Ginny and you are safe. But…Max doesn't know yet. I want him to go into hiding."

"He should come here," Harry spoke up. "I've got this place incredibly protected and even if they came here, they'll expect to find me without any powers and Max suffering, they won't expect me to be able to fight them."

James shushed him. "Keep it down, the only ones who know you'll still have the powers are me and you. Unless you told Ginny…"

Harry shook his head. "I'd rather her think I took the vow, it's easier to live thinking we've completely cut ties with the monarchy. But I'm definitely glad we approached things this way now. But I still think you and Mum should go into hiding…this lunatic is going to be looking to kill you two."

"I can stop him."

"What if he finds other means, Dad? Our magic is so limited unless the threat comes straight through to us…"

The king shook his head. "I've already fought a war, Harry, I know how to handle myself. Luckily I'm not an old man, I can still fight for my country and my rights. I just wanted you to beware and…to make sure you'll keep your promise if anything were to happen. The minute the threat stops being imminent…"

"…I'll abdicate my powers, Dad. Don't worry. I'm not lying when I say I'm happy. I truly don't need to be King. But I really wasn't counting on this happening until years and years from now. I really thought the next King would skip at least two generations."

James smiled. "Hopefully, Harry. But there's nothing wrong with being cautious. Just, look out, will you? And…I think you should take your brother in. It's the best course of action at the moment. Though we've literally got Anne and Sonia doing royal duties because Max is too young and, either way, he's coming here now…"

"I'm sorry that this is partly my fault Dad, I really am…"

James sent his son a sad smile. "It isn't, nothing is your fault, Harry. Today, of all days, you must remember that. Your mother and I are so grateful to have you and we're grateful to Ginny, for making you so happy. We hope you know that."

Harry nodded. "I know, Dad, I know…"

"Bloody hell!" Ginny shouted as she smashed a glass against the wall which she had been trying to place it in the sink. "That's the fourth one this week. What in Godric's name is wrong with me?"

"Ginny?" Lily's voice startled the redhead, who jumped a little and turned around to face her mother in law, who came with a few levitating plates behind her. "Everyone's already started leaving and I heard you shout. Are you alright?"

Ginny brought her arms to her side and sighed. "Yeah," she muttered. "I'm just…did your powers get out of hand when you got married and gained the extra part? I just keep pulling too much magic into my spells. I must've broken half of my kitchen utensils in the last few days."

Lily placed the plates in the sink and turned to look at Ginny with a worried frown. "Has this been happening since the wedding? I really didn't think the power would affect you that much…You're a powerful witch, you should barely even notice the difference. I have to say I noticed when it left me during the wedding but, apart of having a little trouble with wandless, non-verbal spells, I've been doing alright."

It was evident that the relationship between them had developed in the last few months, the formalities of their first meeting were long forgotten. Looking at them you could see how they had bonded, as family.

"Well, I don't know. I noticed the intake at the wedding too but this whole thing probably started three or four days ago. My magic's just gone crazy for no reason what so ever."

And ever so faint smile crept onto Lily's lips but Ginny, who was looking at the ground, didn't see it. The older woman caressed the girl's cheek lovingly, seeking to give her some comfort.

"Is this the magic rejecting me? We always thought it was a matter of state, but what if the magic recognises the muggle marriage, or the fact I've been with other men…What if I can't use magic ever again?"

Lily laughed slightly and moved away from the redhead, taking out her wand and conjuring a scroll, a quill and some ink. She moved her wand and the quill started writing something on the paper, while a confused Ginny looked at her.

"If it's a shopping list you're making…we're really okay with food, Lily. I mean, I know it might seem like we have little but we do mostly eat at Monte Concha so I really-"

But Ginny was interrupted as Lily handed her the piece of scroll.

"5 Dried Billywig Stings to your cauldron

2 measures of Standard Ingredient to the mortar. Crush.

Heat on a high temperature for 10 seconds

Add 4 measures of the crushed ingredients to your cauldron

Stir 2 times, anti-clockwise

Leave to brew 5 minutes.

Wave your wand to complete the potion

Drop one of your hairs inside."

"What is-?" Ginny started asking.

"I'm sure they sell them next to Monte Concha but I see no point in risking the press getting wind of it. Besides, I perfected that potion myself, it'll be quicker and more efficient than anything they sell you and I know teachers have Access to the potions classroom at school." Lily explained.

"I still don't…"

But just as Lily was going to explain in more detail Harry and James came in from the living room where they had finished saying bye to everyone.

"Everyone's left except your nephew, he's just waiting for us to take him to the airport on our way back," James announced to Lily. "You done here?"

Lily smiled at Ginny he still looked incredibly confused.

"Yes, all ready, right Ginny?"

The younger redhead was still speechless but managed a nod before Lily went on to hug Harry goodbye as James moved to hug her. Then, father and son shared a hug and Lily hugged Ginny. As she did, she moved to whisper in her ear.

"It should turn green the moment you put one of you hairs in, let me know if it doesn't…And don't worry, the days after I conceived Harry I literally blew holes in out bedroom walls. Your magic will settle down in a few days."

The queen subtly ran a hand on Ginny's flat stomach while she continued whispering in her ear.

"Don't get too scared, heirs are just incredibly powerful. And remember, green."

And with that the couple left, and Ginny was left staring at a clueless Harry with complete and utter shock.

Well, that is it for this chapter. Please, remember to review and tell me what you thought! :D