Paradise

By: Willyjoeshow™

Bill Weasley walked out onto the stadium and grabbed the microphone from Gary Oldman and Robbie Coltrane who were trying to sing their drunken rendition of "Baby got back" by Sir Mixalot, "Gimme the damn microphone, you nitwits."

"I just needed to tell you I'm sorry about these two. Madam Rosmerta was running a 2-for-1 happy hour special and they decided to see who could drink more in that hour."

"Tell 'em about the Disko…disclame…dick lamer thingy" Gary slurred before doing a face plant and passing out on the Astroturf.

Bill sighed, "As the drunken wonder was trying to say. Willyjoeshow makes no claims to owning or making any profit from Harry Potter or any affiliations." He heard a great rumbling snore and looked behind him to see Robbie using Gary's butt-cheeks as a pillow. Bill shook his head and dropped the microphone as he walked out of the stadium.

Chapter 1


June 5th 2002 London, England 4:45 pm

Harry sat in his cubicle staring at the picture on his calendar. The picture was a tropical beach scene, with white sands and crystal blue waters. Palm trees, blue skies and an old boat brought a sense of serenity to the picture. Harry sighed and tried to focus on his work. He was almost done going through his reports for the day. The life of an Auror was not what he had envisioned. Sure, he had a few exciting assignments, but they all ended in a mountain of paperwork.

It had been four years since he brought down Lord Voldemort. Harry had been out of training for almost two years now and hated his job, his life, and most of all, he hated England. Ginny had broken it off with him while he was in his second year at the academy. "We never see each other." She claimed. Harry snorted at the statement. The lying, cheating bitch had been playing him and Dean Thomas on and off for years.

He finished his paperwork and put it in his 'closed cases' folder to be sent down to the records department. After a quick stretch he left for the evening. 'Another day of your boring life…over,' He thought to himself. He nodded a goodnight to a few people as he passed them on his way to the Apparation point.

Harry settled down in his favorite arm chair with a container of Chinese take-away and a bottle of Guinness. As he ate, he thought of how completely and utterly boring his life was. Hermione and Ron were too wrapped up in domestic bliss these days. Well, that and the fact he and Ron refused to speak to each other anymore. But that was another story.

After finishing his dinner, Harry decided to shower and go over his finances. Maybe a vacation would make him feel better. He had always taken a working vacation whenever it was time to. Not that he needed the money; Harry only worked because he wanted to. His trust fund hadn't been touched since he pulled out an extra thousand galleons when he rented his flat. That was over four years ago. His trust vault still held nearly a half million galleons and he had never touched the vast fortunes of the Black and Potter vaults. No, Harry only worked so he was doing something.

Harry looked at his bank statements and sighed. His personal account at HSBC, where he deposited his Auror earnings, held more than enough for him to take a couple months off and travel if he wanted. He made a quick decision, "Fuck it! I'm out of here. It's not like anyone will miss me in Jolly old bloody England anyhow." He said out loud. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a fountain pen and started to write his letter of resignation.

February 12th 2003 Black Island 6:15pm

Harry broke the surface or the water and tossed his mesh bag and spear gun into the 18' Carolina Skiff that was currently bobbing in place. As he headed back, Harry thought about the last few months. He had been gone from England for 8 months now and loved every minute of his new life. After visiting his family vaults, he discovered the Blacks owned an island between The French Polynesian and Fiji Islands. Since it was well warded, few new of its existence and fewer yet could even get near it.

SCUBA Diving, boating and fishing quickly became Harry's favorite past-times. Some days he would wake up early to watch the sunrise while enjoying his morning coffee on his front porch. Other days he would sleep until noon.

When he first left London, Harry traveled to the United States where he spent four weeks in the Florida Keys. He met an old fisherman on his second night there named Wally, who invited him along on a fishing charter the next day. Harry and Wally hit it off and Wally ended up teaching Harry a few things about the sea. Harry ended up taking diving lessons after his first week and had his certifications the weekend before he left Florida.

After Florida, Harry decided to head straight to Black Island to check it out. The island was fairly decent size just under 40 square miles. When Harry first got there he found that he would need to sink some money into the house itself to update it. There was no running water, though it had a hand pump well in the garden for fresh water. Harry spent the next month, and over three hundred thousand galleons, making arrangements with the US Goblins to shrink and portkey everything he would need to rebuild, as well as furniture, food, books, electronics, and a myriad of other stuff.

His newest account manager, Bonerot, had also included things Harry would have never even thought of. Like charmed power strips for the electronics, a solar powered golf cart to move about the island and plenty of tech-gear. All things considered, Harry's favorite idea that Bonerot suggested, was several rental-elves to help him update his new home. The little guys had the place done in under two weeks and Harry had even hired one to stay on staff full time.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts as he docked the boat, he saw a large grass-owl perched on the railing. "Hey there, do you have a letter for me?" he asked the bird. Who looked at him as if to say 'Duh, You think?'

Harry, thinking the letter was from Gringott's, paled when he noticed the handwriting on the envelope. It was from Hermione. Taking a deep breath he opened the letter.

Harry,

I hope this letter finds you, as I have tried to contact you for several months now without any luck. I sent this with the Goblin's, so I hope it reaches you.

First off I have some bad news, if you haven't already found out, Ron and I have divorced and he is in Azkaban. I would really rather not go into details in a letter, so please try and contact me as soon as you can. If you are near a phone, I am currently staying with my parents back in Crawley. I believe you have their number, but I will put it at the bottom. Owl, phone, Muggle mail or pigeon, I don't care how you contact me.

Please Harry, I really need you right now, if only for someone to talk to. I know we haven't spoken for a while, but you are all I have left besides my parents. I left the wizarding world for the time being and only go to Diagon Alley to use the mail services. I really miss you and hope you will see it in your heart to contact me soon.

I hope you are well,

Hermione

P.S. my parent's number is….

Harry read the letter twice and sighed. He really was never mad at Hermione; it was his fault they all had a falling out. Well, it was half his fault anyhow. Ron was away and Hermione brought dinner to Harry's flat one night. One thing led to another and he woke up the next morning in bed, naked, with his best mate's wife.

He sighed and after looking at his watch, decided to call her after dinner.

Harry grabbed his satellite phone and dialed the number after he finished cleaning up his dinner mess.

Ring, ring… "Hello Granger residence." A male voice answered.

"Hello, Mr. Granger?"

"Yes."

"I'm looking for Hermione, is she around?" Harry asked.

"Hold on please, may I ask who's calling?"

"Harry Potter."

"Oh yes, one moment and I'll get her"

…

"Hello Harry?"

Harry felt his heart drop when he heard her voice for the first time over a year. "Yeah Hermione, it's me."

He heard a small sob on the other end. "Oh god Harry, I'm so glad to you called. I am so sorry for what happened. Are you ok? Where are you?"

"It's ok Mione, I'm doing well and I'm at home right now. What happened there?" He asked.

"Well, since your home, would you care to meet up with me so we can talk face to face?"

Harry chuckled, "I guess I should clarify where I am. Hermione, I'm at MY home. However, I now live half-way around the world from England."

"Oh," was all she said. Harry's heart broke even more by the saddened tone she had said it in. Sighing, he thought quickly. "How about this, I'll portkey to the nearest airport and hop on a plane to London. I can be there sometime tomorrow afternoon. I'll just need you to meet me somewhere."

"Harry, I'm not about to make you travel the globe for me. I…I didn't know you left England. I just thought you were under some strong wards."

"Hermione stop, I don't mind really. I haven't seen you in a long time and I have been putting off some business there anyhow. This way I'll get things done and get to see you. So, can you me somewhere tomorrow?"

She thought for a minute, "Yeah, that won't be a problem. I will need your flight information though, when you get it, so I know when to meet you. If you can call me when you get that info it'll help." She heard some clicking sounds coming from his end of the call, but dismissed it.

"No problem, where would you like to meet? I would come straight there, but I have no clue about the area."

She thought for a minute, "How about The Leaky Cauldron?"

"Sounds good" he said half distractedly.

"Harry?"

"Yeah Mione?"Harry asked.

"I…I really miss you."

"I miss you too, but I have some good news for you. I just found out I can Portkey from Fiji to Japan then from Japan to London. Hell, I can just Portkey from here to Japan then to London. The question is, how soon do you want me there?"

She smiled despite her how her mood had been. "As soon as you want Harry, I'm free whenever."

"Alright, I'll need a hotel too, I would rather it be Muggle though. Are there any there near you that I could crash at for a few days?"

"You will not be staying in a hotel Harry James Potter. You are coming all this way, the least we can do is let you stay here. Now, when can I expect you?"

Harry smiled while looking at the information on his laptop, "Well the portkeys will take about ten minutes each, plus I have to pack… how's an hour sound?"

Hermione started sobbing again "Thank you Harry, thank you so much. I'll see you at the Leaky Cauldron in an hour."

"Your welcome, See you soon, Bye"

"Bye" Hermione hung up the phone and slumped to the ground crying.

"Hermione" are you OK Hun?" Her mother asked while wrapping her in a hug. Her father, Dan just watched on sadly.

"Oh mum, Harry is coming; He's going to meet me in an hour. I'll apparated to London and meet him there and bring him back here." She looked up at Emma and then over to her father. "OH! I hope you don't mind, but I sorta told Harry he could stay in our guest room while he's here. Is that going to be a problem?"

Dan Frowned for a second and asked, "Where is he staying now and for how long?"

Hermione chuckled, forgetting her parents knew little about magical transportation. "I don't exactly know where he is. I do know he said something about getting a portkey from Fiji. So I assume he's near there. He also said something about some business in London he's been putting off. So I really don't know how long. Maybe a few days, week tops."

Emma smiled, "He's welcome to stay here, even if it's longer than a week."

Hermione hugged her mum then her dad and thanked them before heading to her room to get ready to meet Harry.

AN: 1 galleon is worth around 5 British Pounds or about 10 US Dollars. If not? Well this is my story and I say it is. Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think so far. Oh! This story hasn't been beta'd yet, so forgive any mistakes