After Happily Ever After
KyleGranger342
Summary: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and all the others haven't seen each other for the past ten years. How are their lives going now? R&R.
Harry Potter
"Only one survives, Potter," said a cold voice, "and I believe we both now who it'll end up being."
"Yeah, me," said the 17 year old. He reached into his ripped school robes and pulled out his wand. Voldemort jumped from his position, hissing like a snake. He was now at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. His narrow red eyes glaring into Harry's. A blue-lit ball was no forming at the tip of Voldemort's wand. A shiver ran down Harry's spine. It was nearly the size of a basketball now. It was shot at Harry; drawing near and near . . .
"Daddy, wake up!" cried a voice outside of the dream Harry was having. He was startled when he began to shake. He shot up from his bed, panting nervously. He peered at the child standing next to him. He was looking up at Harry with a look of shock. Harry smiled.
"Morning, Andrew." He picked up the little boy and lifted him the shaking him making airplane sounds. The boy began to laugh hysterically. A knocking sound came from the door that was slightly open. A woman stood there in a robe. Her hair: midnight black.
"Andrew, you breakfast is ready," said the woman. Harry gently placed Andrew next to him on the bed, then Andrew scurried out the door. The woman began walking towards Harry.
"Learning to talk well for a two and a half year old boy," said the woman, "oh yeah, Bartemius sent a letter. You're needed there as soon as you can."
"What? Err. This was my dad off. Cho, I didn't think being an Auror would take so much time away from home. But they did get the best," Harry laughed. His wife, Cho, giggled.
He sprang from the bed heading over to the bathroom on the other side of the room. He brushed his teeth and shaved. Then he ran out of the room and put on some clean clothes. Obviously not the ones lying on the floor. He grabbed the wand off his desk next to Cho's and ran out of the room. Cho was now in the kitchen cleaning some dishes, while Andrew was sitting at the table eating his breakfast.
"I'll be home as soon as I can, and then I will take you on ride okay," he said to his son, kissing the top of his head. He quickly walked into the kitchen and kissed Cho on the cheek. He walked back into his room and then moved to the bathroom once again. He opened a closet across from the sink. He reached for the top shelf grabbing a dirty towel hidden in the back. "Three . . . Two . . . One." Light and color swirled around him as he was shot in the direction of the toilet. He had grabbed a portkey that was secretly hidden from his son.
The light and color began to fade away as he drew nearer to his destination: The Ministry of Magic. It was quiet as Harry's feet were firmly planted on the ground. He walked to the telephone booth and entered the secret numbers. The elevator began to lower without making a sound. As he lowered into the lobby, he could see many wizards walking around. He needed to get up to the second level, where the aurors go. He went up to flights of stairs to his desired level. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was waiting upon his arrive outside the door to the offices of the department.
"Mr. Potter, thank goodness," he said in his aging voice, "big trouble. Someone has reported a death. Dale Truman was found dead in an alleyway located in Little Whinging, Surrey. We expect the murderer to still be within the town. He tortured him to death." The little man put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "You're the only one I could find. Most of the others are in Southern Britain, dealing with the giants."
"Okay, I can handle it," Harry said, "Just like playing hero."
Crouch laughed and coughed. "Well, what are you waiting for? GO!" Harry stepped back a little before sprinting into the department behind him. The room was dark. Torches were lit along the brown wooden walls. Desks were in rows going down the long room. At the end of the room, light was coming in from a whole in the ceiling. Brooms and other items lay below and just outside of the light. He ran for one of the brooms that read 'Firebolt' on the handle. It was in a cubby whole with the name 'Potter' written on a brass plate on the outside. As he grabbed his Firebolt, a thought of his godfather, Sirius Black, ran through his head. He frowned and looked up at the source of the light. A bright, silver mist floated above him in the whole. He mounted his broom and zoomed off into the mist.
He suddenly zoomed out of the clouds, dropping lower and lower on his broom. The mist had brought him exactly where the murder had occurred: Little Whinging. The sight of all the little houses in rows and looking exactly brought back memories of his time with the Dursley's. His faced squished together in anger. How he never wanted to come anywhere near here ever again. He saw the fourth house on Privet Drive and his stomach twisted. Lower and lower he went towards an alleyway not far from the Dursley's. He landed on the roof of the house next to the alley and peered over noticing the dead body. Dale Truman.
Harry stood up and looked around. No one is sight. Harry jumped down from the house and landed beside the body. He reached into a bag hanging to his side and pulled out a cloak and placed it over the body. As the cloak touched the man, he became invisible.
Harry mounted his Firebolt once more and hovered feet above the ground. Zooming down the alley, he remembered that he was in a muggle infested area. He had gotten all caught up in another moment of being the hero that he had no time to think. 'Muggles . . . . Muggles . . . work, during the day. No one should be home, it's a week day,' he thought, 'but if I do happen to run into one ill zap em'.'
To become an auror, he had to get top grades in school. With the help of his old friend Hermione back in 5th and 6th and 7th year, he was able to pass. After he graduated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had to be an auror's apprentice for two years before becoming an official auror. When he meant "zap em'", he meant do a very complicated memory charm to make them just forget what had happen within the past few minutes.
Before exiting the alleyway he peered around the deserted street: a few squirrels were gathering tree-abandoned nuts, a cat sat on the porch of number 42, and a woman walking a dog just turned the corner, out of sight.
Harry steered his way down the muggleless street. He was looking between houses for any sign of movement. It was very unlikely he would find the person who had killed Dale, but it helped to try looking around the area for them. He found nothing. Not even a trace of the person once being there. He began soaring his way back to where the invisible body lie. He uncovered the body and placed the cloak into his bag.
Dale was rather tall and had short blonde hair. It gave him little flashbacks of Draco Malfoy. He growled at the thought and stood over the body. He pronounced a spell that made the silver mist he had gone through in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement appear just underneath the body. Dale began to sink into the mist. He was soon gone and Harry grabbed his broom and jumped in after him. They fell onto the soft, grass like carpeting of the Department. Couple people were now sitting at some of the desks and noticed them fall in. Harry got to his feet and picked up the body of Dale Truman. The heads of the people sitting at desks' turned back to what they were doing. Harry brought Dale into a room off to the side of the mist where Crouch awaited his arrival. The room was made up of many beds. Few were filled. He placed Dale on the nearest open one and walked back up to Crouch.
"Did you find anything," he asked. Harry shook his head. Crouch frowned. "Don't worry, lad, something will eventually turn up and your name is all over it." Harry smiled and left the room. He placed all his belongings into his cubby and exited the Department and heading towards the exit to the Ministry of Magic. He grabbed the portkey to head back home to his family.
He soon arrived back in his bathroom, holding the dirty towel, which he placed, back up high in the closet. He walked into the kitchen, but no one was there. He was puzzled. He walked over to the sliding glass door and saw his wife, Cho, sitting outside watch their son, Andrew, running around wildly. Harry noticed a broom sitting out on the table beside Cho and remembered something. He ran outside, kissed his wife on the cheek, grabbed the broom and ran out to his son.
"Daddy," Andrew said, drawing his attention away from a gnome.
"Hey, are you ready?" Harry asked. The little boy nodded. Harry mounted the Shooting Star broom and picked up his son and placed him in front of him. "Okay, hold on tight." Harry kicked off from the ground and began flying higher and higher in the sky, doing loops and twirls.
Andrew began to laugh, joyfully.
Next Chapter: Ronald Wealsey After That: Hermione Granger
Please Review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this chapter except for Andrew Potter and Dale Truman.
KyleGranger342
Summary: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and all the others haven't seen each other for the past ten years. How are their lives going now? R&R.
Harry Potter
"Only one survives, Potter," said a cold voice, "and I believe we both now who it'll end up being."
"Yeah, me," said the 17 year old. He reached into his ripped school robes and pulled out his wand. Voldemort jumped from his position, hissing like a snake. He was now at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. His narrow red eyes glaring into Harry's. A blue-lit ball was no forming at the tip of Voldemort's wand. A shiver ran down Harry's spine. It was nearly the size of a basketball now. It was shot at Harry; drawing near and near . . .
"Daddy, wake up!" cried a voice outside of the dream Harry was having. He was startled when he began to shake. He shot up from his bed, panting nervously. He peered at the child standing next to him. He was looking up at Harry with a look of shock. Harry smiled.
"Morning, Andrew." He picked up the little boy and lifted him the shaking him making airplane sounds. The boy began to laugh hysterically. A knocking sound came from the door that was slightly open. A woman stood there in a robe. Her hair: midnight black.
"Andrew, you breakfast is ready," said the woman. Harry gently placed Andrew next to him on the bed, then Andrew scurried out the door. The woman began walking towards Harry.
"Learning to talk well for a two and a half year old boy," said the woman, "oh yeah, Bartemius sent a letter. You're needed there as soon as you can."
"What? Err. This was my dad off. Cho, I didn't think being an Auror would take so much time away from home. But they did get the best," Harry laughed. His wife, Cho, giggled.
He sprang from the bed heading over to the bathroom on the other side of the room. He brushed his teeth and shaved. Then he ran out of the room and put on some clean clothes. Obviously not the ones lying on the floor. He grabbed the wand off his desk next to Cho's and ran out of the room. Cho was now in the kitchen cleaning some dishes, while Andrew was sitting at the table eating his breakfast.
"I'll be home as soon as I can, and then I will take you on ride okay," he said to his son, kissing the top of his head. He quickly walked into the kitchen and kissed Cho on the cheek. He walked back into his room and then moved to the bathroom once again. He opened a closet across from the sink. He reached for the top shelf grabbing a dirty towel hidden in the back. "Three . . . Two . . . One." Light and color swirled around him as he was shot in the direction of the toilet. He had grabbed a portkey that was secretly hidden from his son.
The light and color began to fade away as he drew nearer to his destination: The Ministry of Magic. It was quiet as Harry's feet were firmly planted on the ground. He walked to the telephone booth and entered the secret numbers. The elevator began to lower without making a sound. As he lowered into the lobby, he could see many wizards walking around. He needed to get up to the second level, where the aurors go. He went up to flights of stairs to his desired level. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was waiting upon his arrive outside the door to the offices of the department.
"Mr. Potter, thank goodness," he said in his aging voice, "big trouble. Someone has reported a death. Dale Truman was found dead in an alleyway located in Little Whinging, Surrey. We expect the murderer to still be within the town. He tortured him to death." The little man put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "You're the only one I could find. Most of the others are in Southern Britain, dealing with the giants."
"Okay, I can handle it," Harry said, "Just like playing hero."
Crouch laughed and coughed. "Well, what are you waiting for? GO!" Harry stepped back a little before sprinting into the department behind him. The room was dark. Torches were lit along the brown wooden walls. Desks were in rows going down the long room. At the end of the room, light was coming in from a whole in the ceiling. Brooms and other items lay below and just outside of the light. He ran for one of the brooms that read 'Firebolt' on the handle. It was in a cubby whole with the name 'Potter' written on a brass plate on the outside. As he grabbed his Firebolt, a thought of his godfather, Sirius Black, ran through his head. He frowned and looked up at the source of the light. A bright, silver mist floated above him in the whole. He mounted his broom and zoomed off into the mist.
He suddenly zoomed out of the clouds, dropping lower and lower on his broom. The mist had brought him exactly where the murder had occurred: Little Whinging. The sight of all the little houses in rows and looking exactly brought back memories of his time with the Dursley's. His faced squished together in anger. How he never wanted to come anywhere near here ever again. He saw the fourth house on Privet Drive and his stomach twisted. Lower and lower he went towards an alleyway not far from the Dursley's. He landed on the roof of the house next to the alley and peered over noticing the dead body. Dale Truman.
Harry stood up and looked around. No one is sight. Harry jumped down from the house and landed beside the body. He reached into a bag hanging to his side and pulled out a cloak and placed it over the body. As the cloak touched the man, he became invisible.
Harry mounted his Firebolt once more and hovered feet above the ground. Zooming down the alley, he remembered that he was in a muggle infested area. He had gotten all caught up in another moment of being the hero that he had no time to think. 'Muggles . . . . Muggles . . . work, during the day. No one should be home, it's a week day,' he thought, 'but if I do happen to run into one ill zap em'.'
To become an auror, he had to get top grades in school. With the help of his old friend Hermione back in 5th and 6th and 7th year, he was able to pass. After he graduated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had to be an auror's apprentice for two years before becoming an official auror. When he meant "zap em'", he meant do a very complicated memory charm to make them just forget what had happen within the past few minutes.
Before exiting the alleyway he peered around the deserted street: a few squirrels were gathering tree-abandoned nuts, a cat sat on the porch of number 42, and a woman walking a dog just turned the corner, out of sight.
Harry steered his way down the muggleless street. He was looking between houses for any sign of movement. It was very unlikely he would find the person who had killed Dale, but it helped to try looking around the area for them. He found nothing. Not even a trace of the person once being there. He began soaring his way back to where the invisible body lie. He uncovered the body and placed the cloak into his bag.
Dale was rather tall and had short blonde hair. It gave him little flashbacks of Draco Malfoy. He growled at the thought and stood over the body. He pronounced a spell that made the silver mist he had gone through in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement appear just underneath the body. Dale began to sink into the mist. He was soon gone and Harry grabbed his broom and jumped in after him. They fell onto the soft, grass like carpeting of the Department. Couple people were now sitting at some of the desks and noticed them fall in. Harry got to his feet and picked up the body of Dale Truman. The heads of the people sitting at desks' turned back to what they were doing. Harry brought Dale into a room off to the side of the mist where Crouch awaited his arrival. The room was made up of many beds. Few were filled. He placed Dale on the nearest open one and walked back up to Crouch.
"Did you find anything," he asked. Harry shook his head. Crouch frowned. "Don't worry, lad, something will eventually turn up and your name is all over it." Harry smiled and left the room. He placed all his belongings into his cubby and exited the Department and heading towards the exit to the Ministry of Magic. He grabbed the portkey to head back home to his family.
He soon arrived back in his bathroom, holding the dirty towel, which he placed, back up high in the closet. He walked into the kitchen, but no one was there. He was puzzled. He walked over to the sliding glass door and saw his wife, Cho, sitting outside watch their son, Andrew, running around wildly. Harry noticed a broom sitting out on the table beside Cho and remembered something. He ran outside, kissed his wife on the cheek, grabbed the broom and ran out to his son.
"Daddy," Andrew said, drawing his attention away from a gnome.
"Hey, are you ready?" Harry asked. The little boy nodded. Harry mounted the Shooting Star broom and picked up his son and placed him in front of him. "Okay, hold on tight." Harry kicked off from the ground and began flying higher and higher in the sky, doing loops and twirls.
Andrew began to laugh, joyfully.
Next Chapter: Ronald Wealsey After That: Hermione Granger
Please Review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this chapter except for Andrew Potter and Dale Truman.