Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Everything was quite in the large mansion sized home that was located in the English countryside. It seemed empty and abandoned, that was until you got closer. Past the magical wards that surrounded the House of Potter. It had been at least three years since Harry Potter had actually occupied the home of his grand parents with his sister, Lillian Elizabeth, who now lived in the massive home alone. The 21-year-old spent most of her time at home working on whatever case graced her desk. Because everyone else in the department was, either too busy or did not want it. If there, was no work to do she always mulled over why she never fulfilled her desire to work at Hogwarts, or why everyone that was close to her at her years at school pretended she no longer exist, or the real reason why her brother moved out. That was the part she never understood. . . The real reason why he left the warm inviting house that was decorated with the Gryffindor house colors, the large quidditch pitch in the backyard, and the pursuit of becoming an Auror or maybe it was the fact his and Draco's relationship was 'falling' apart at the seams. Nevertheless, whatever the reason was Lily just wished she knew why Harry had left.
Lillian's mind was reeling as she walked into the Dark cold Living room, she had just spent the last half an hour of her shift thinking about things that had happened and how she spent her free time. It was a pathetic way to start the weekend but there was nothing she could do. With a wave of her hand, Lily lit up the house making the Dark and cold house come to life with light and warmth , slowly she moved across the plush carpet dropping her case files on the coffee table before stepping into the entrance hall and up the stairs to take a shower and change into her Pajamas. Before she returned to the living room and threw the files, she had brought home into the roaring fire. ,before heading back upstairs.
Miles away a lone figure walked down the dark cold streets of London. Harry Potter, It had been three years since he had actually thought about the life he left behind when he left the Wizarding World with no explanations. His heart plummet down into his stomach further remembering the look on Lily's face, with tears running down her face, as he told her he was leaving and was not coming back ever. He never realized how much it would have killed him later on. All the Emotions he was feeling did not make him feel any better, his body ached with every step he took, but he refused to head back home to his husband. Things had changed since he and Michael had gotten together three years ago so he had left to be with him. This was a mistake that changed the world, or rather his. With a soft Sigh Harry turned around and headed home, thinking of a way to patch things up with the ones he left.
Author's notes:
Okay this is an idea I have been working on, tell me what you think and if I should continue.