The war is over and forgotten about, just another memory of the dark past.

The morning sun spilled through the open windows, casting golden light across the cozy country home. The scent of fresh earth and wildflowers drifted in from the fields, blending with the rich aroma of coffee and warm pastries. Laughter echoed from the backyard, where small feet, belonging to your three children, trampled the dewy grass, their giggles carried by the breeze.

Inside, Cedric stood at the stove, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. "Think they'll notice if I sneak an extra one for myself?" he mused, flashing that lopsided grin.

"Papa!" A tiny voice piped up from the doorway. "You always take the biggest one!"

Cedric gasped in mock offense, turning to you with playful puppy eyes. "Darling, have I been exposed?"

You shook your head with a fond smile, setting the table as the children clambered onto their seats. Outside, the farm animals stirred, the distant chatter of the Potter and Weasley children promising another day of adventure.

Life wasn’t perfect, but it was yours. And in Cedric’s arms, in the warmth of your home, it was everything.