The mare galloped around him, tossing her mane as Ginny's voice wove through the silver sky. He knew that look, heard that voice, it was unlikely that someone could reproduce such a perfect patronus to mimic his wife's. He glanced up at the sudden burst of light and felt a flutter of gratitude grace his mid-section as he watched the horse gallop until it disappeared into the night. It took a moment to steel himself against the possibility that he was heading into a trap, but in a CRACK! he was standing beside his wife.
Well.
A version of his wife?
Harry had left 28 year old Ginny at home with three children. He was standing and staring at a younger Ginny. Perhaps not so much younger, but definitely a Ginny he'd known before and had grown with now. His instinct was to reach for her, but he cast a ward around them instead.
"Show me your hand," he insisted, wand now drawn, as he searched for the lightning bolt beneath her wedding band. "Slowly," he warned.
Harry had grown enough for the odd gray hair here and there, a stronger prescription for his glasses, and the exhaustion of an Auror leading the office with a family of four at home. Lily Luna was still unable to sleep on her own and half the time Albus ended up in the bed, too, which meant James wasn't far behind--if only to make things difficult. Thank Merlin for expanding charms. With the dog on JS's heels, the mattress could only take so much.