It was his sixth year and Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He was sick of seeing Dean Thomas curled around a particular redhead. He couldn't handle seeing them making cute faces at one another, holding each other's hands, laughing at one another's jokes. He wanted to be in Dean's place so badly, but he had missed his opportunity. Ginny Weasley was no longer into him. Or was she?

Ginny couldn't remember the last time she saw her husband, let alone the last time her kids had seen their father. He had been away far longer than he should've been. After a night of fitful sleep, she wakes to the sound of someone entering her home. Just as she's about to send the strongest stunning spell she can, she recognizes her intruder. He's home. Finally.