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In this story: What Was Harry and Ginny’s Life Like After Hogwarts? Years after the war, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley have built a life far from the battles that once defined them. No longer the Boy Who Lived fighting for survival, Harry walks a quieter path — as a husband, a father, and an Auror protecting a world finally at peace. Ginny, once the fierce young witch who stood beside him, now balances family and career.
What would life look like for the couple who survived the darkest times — when the greatest adventure becomes simply living?
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Zero boxes, zero mess, just silence.
My favourite part of the renovation, the end of it.
We're starting our new chapter.
Finally.
Maybe we could go to the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow evening.
Dinner just the two of us? Of course.
Your first day at the ministry, are you nervous?
Compared to saving the world every year, paperwork sounds like a vacation.
I'm leaving.
See you later at the Leaky Cauldron, see you.
Speed, precision, fire.
You're a harpy's chaser, show them how to fly.
All right, here we go.
It can't be worse than the cupboard under the stairs at the Dursleys.
Hyron, shall we pop out for a quick coffee before work?
Remind me, why do we actually want to become Aurors?
Because we thought it was just wand duels and chasing dark wizards.
Nobody mentioned seven volumes of rules for filling out form B12.
This system was only created to make our lives harder.
This system protects the Aura office from people doing whatever they want.
I defeated Voldemort without a single form, Hermione.
And look how much chaos that caused.
Potter, good to see you.
For your first day, I have something special.
A report on the inventory of expired potions at St Mungo's, 80 pages.
I want this on my desk by five.
I understand, Mr Robards.
It will be on your desk ahead of time.
To the official beginning of a boring adult life.
To your first day, did you survive the battle with bureaucracy?
Barely.
I spent three hours writing a report about expired potions.
And how was your first training with the harpies?
I got hit by a bludger twice and have a bruise on half my thigh.
But I scored four goals, so I'm on cloud nine.
