Harry wiped the beads of sweat off his brow. March had come in like a lion, and out like a lamb, leaving April to come in like... well, like a fiery phoenix. The snows from a bitterly cold winter were melting rapidly, leaving him and his friends with space to finally push through the last of construction on what would be his and Ginny's marital home. But they would have to hurry – the nuptials, at which Harry hoped to present their Godric's Hollow house as a wedding present to his bride, were only a few short weeks away.