Present




The past held its horrors.
The future it’s mysteries.

Harry looked at Ginny.

Ginny looked back.

They shared a secret smile as the world passed them quickly by.

Harry placed his hand upon her stomach and kissed his wives cheek.

Ginny beamed and blushed, just like she did as a teenager.

Many years on they were still blissfully in love. Life was perfect for them.

Sure, the future could be great, but then it could be bad. Neither of them felt like the past.

If you asked them where they wanted to live right now, they would answer.



The present.