The End

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The war is over and Harry goes to collect his relatives.

Written for the Changing Seasons Fic Exchange on LJ:

Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, ere sunset all is snow.

Summary: Your life is going well, it in fact couldn’t be better. That is until your sister unwittingly changes it forever.

Written for the hpgw_ficafest on LJ, using the prompt Pride and Envy.

What lies behind the door? Why is it important to them? Will it be the perfect way to celebrate their anniversary?

This was originally written for the ‘Anniversary Challenge’ Fic competition over at Phoenix Song.

Harry was just turning the corner at the top of the stairs, when Ron came running past, holding his stomach and muttering something about “Danger to everyone,” and “…thought she had been told… Years ago…”

Just what is Rita Skeeter doing in, Harry and Ginny’s favourite pub?

Why does Harry wish it to be, forever autumn?

Written as a companion to my previous fics, ‘Whoever It Was Who Brought Me Here…’ & ‘…Will Have To Take Me Home’, which even though they were written pre-HBP, don’t have any conflicts with cannon, and while the style is slightly different this time round, I felt that the world suited the Senses nature of the challenge.

You shouldn’t need to have read them first to understand and hopefully enjoy this one.

Sequel to “Whoever it Was Who Brought Me Here…”

As he steps into the room, he pauses to remove his glasses, using the end of his scarf to wipe them clean; as he does this his face scrunches up adoringly as he struggles to focus.You continue to watch as he sheds his coat and scarf, hanging them on the rack by the door, his eyes darting around the room to try and spot you.

As you remove your coat, and start to unwind the long scarf her mother knitted for you from round your neck, you spot her. The clever witch has claimed the booth nearest the open log-fire…