Harry Potter sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow.
He stared at the paper, his head in his hand while his knee jiggled anxiously.
Sighing, he straightened up, deciding to talk to Ginny about his predicament (A/N: my new favorite word).
He walked into the living room; his hair a bit messier than usual since he hand had been running through it.
Harry found Ginny in the yard, flying her broom, practicing for her upcoming game.
"Gin!" Harry yelled, attracting her attention in the air.
She jerked her head around at the sound and, upon seeing whom it was, soared down, coming to a stop in front of her fiancé.
"Hey Harry," Ginny said, her face a little pink from flying.
He kissed her before informing her on his problem.
"Well," Ginny started as they sat down at the table, "you two have been exchanging Christmas cards…. He seems to have changed and he has apologized many, many times…."
She looked down at the parchment, tucking a piece of her fiery hair behind her ear.
"And we don't have to talk to him… a simple 'hello' would be enough," Harry added with a shrug.
"He seemed to have been grateful for your help during the war, from what you've told me," Ginny scratched her nose, still gazing at the list.
The couple looked at each other for a moment, nodded and Ginny put quill to parchment.
At the bottom of the guest list for the Potter-Weasley wedding was one more name.
Dudley Dursley.
((A/N: I could add more, like a scene at the wedding, but I might also just leave this a one-shot. Let me know what you think.))