I own nothing….I had no idea where I was going with this story but I love the ending. You may not but that is okay….. tell me what you think….
Absolutelyfabulous
Chapter 01: TimeThe wind rapped against the window, making a man fidget in his sleep. His head was resting on manila folders, unread, his eyes fluttering, and his entire body shaking. The man's glasses were sitting on his desk two inches from him as he tried to escape his memory. Suddenly an arm shot through the air and the man stood up straight, his wand raised to a neck.
"Geez Harry," Ron Weasley's voice spiked up and Harry immediately lowered his wand.
"Sorry Ron," Harry apologized and wiped his forehead, showing his lightning bolt scar just underneath his hair.
"I don't understand you sometimes," Ron sighed and Harry put his glasses on.
"Yeah, most don't," Harry shrugged and grabbed his cloak.
"You do know that Voldemort is dead Harry," Ron answered, "You are the one who killed him."
"I remember Ron," Harry rolled his eyes as he grabbed the folders.
"Good, then maybe one day you can stop trying to kill your boss when he comes to tell you, you have a new case," Ron joked and Harry smirked, turning around.
"You have already given me two cases Ron," Harry answered.
"Yes well at the rate your going, the escaped death eaters will be reprimanded by the end of the year," Ron laughed and handed him another folder.
"Well maybe if you trained a few of your aurors better," Harry laughed.
"Maybe I should just give them better motivation like you," Ron replied.
"Oh yeah, telling me I will have riches beyond my imagination surely motivated me," Harry joked.
"It would work for them," Ron shrugged.
"So who is it?"
"Lucius Malfoy, he has given Dean and Seamus the slip twice and now I am giving him to you," Ron replied as Harry flipped through the contents.
"I'll get right on it," Harry answered, "Boss."
Ron smiled and left Harry's office as Harry put the newest folder on the desk; it's contents staring at Harry. Harry began to glance at the information, wondering where on earth Lucius Malfoy would go when he didn't have any more allies up his sleeve.
"Hey Harry," Hermione's voice filled his office and Harry looked up from his assignment.
"What brings you to the Auror area of the ministry?" Harry asked, closing the folder.
"Getting Ron for dinner," Hermione answered, "Ginny is coming with us you know."
"Oh really?" Harry asked, leaning back in his chair, "Well you three should have fun."
"You should come with us."
"I have work to do, Ron has me with three assignments so I need to work tonight Hermione," Harry declined.
"Just come with us," Hermione persisted.
"No," Harry replied.
"Harry it's been three years, she's gone, you can't bring her back-"
"I know that Hermione," Harry said angrily, "You don't think I know that?"
"Just come to dinner with us," Hermione sighed.
"No," Harry yelled, "I don't want to have you set me up with Ginny, I don't want to date her," Harry tried to make clear.
"If you would—"
"No, no more," Harry cut her off, "I have work to do."
Hermione huffed and turned to the door, "You need to let it go Harry, she's dead, and she's not coming back."
Harry glared up at Hermione's retreating figure and leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face. How dare Hermione come in here and remind him of Luna, he knew that she was gone, he knew it every moment of every day. In fact, the day she died is forever burned into his memory, yanking at him whenever it rolled around. Tomorrow he would go to Hogwarts and go to the place where he first fell in love with her and mourn her death all over again. How could Hermione think that he wasn't trying to move on, how dare she think that he would want to date anyone while the murderer of Luna was still on the loose. Just thinking of Wormtail, made Harry's blood boil. That stupid rat escaped with Luna's death on his rat hands. Harry closed his eyes; he could kill the greatest sorcerer of the Wizarding World but he could find Wormtail and kill him. Harry opened his eyes and stared at the moon, swallowing his anger, and left his office to see Dean.
"What brings you to my neck of the woods?" Dean smiled when Harry knocked on his office.
"What else?" Harry replied and came into the office.
When Harry became an auror he pulled every string he could to get assigned to the Wormtail case but the head of the aurors wouldn't allow him to. When death eaters stormed the ministry and killed Harry's original boss, Harry grabbed the only file he wanted before running away from the ministry, leaving the rest of the files to burn to a crisp as spells flew everywhere. When the death eaters fled, the minister asked someone to step into the position and Ron jumped at the chance, grabbing people he knew from school to join the aurors until the war ended. Dean offered his services and decided to stay on with Seamus after Harry killed Voldemort to finish the job, while most went back to their original lives. In the time that it has taken Harry to track down many death eaters, Dean has managed to crack many blanks in the Wormtail folder, bringing Harry one-step closer to redemption.
"Well I haven't been able to make anything out so far Harry," Dean sighed, "Ron put me on the Lucius case a month ago with Seamus but took us off after we nearly got killed, so I haven't been able to look through the file.
"I have it now," Harry answered.
"You are the best," Dean complimented and looked for the folder under all the maps and stacks of paper he had.
"So all we know is that he's…" Harry started.
"He's definitely on the planet," Dean shrugged, "Where I'm not sure, I lost his trail in north Ireland, my guess is, he ran to Ireland."
"Are you sure?"
"Harry I'm not sure of anything right now, Wormtail disappears faster than I have ever seen," Dean shrugged.
"Dean you can find information faster than anyone I know, I need you to get this one out there for me," Harry sighed.
"I'm trying Harry, but my resources are running out, it's been three years and every lead that I had is starting to crumble, right now we need a miracle," Dean answered.
"We don't rely on miracles Dean," Harry sighed.
"Harry there is nothing you can do to bring her back, she's gone, and killing him won't bring her back."
"Just keep looking," Harry asked and turned back to the door.
"It's three years tomorrow isn't it?" Dean asked and Harry stopped in the doorway, "Three years since he killed her?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "Three years tomorrow."
"Maybe it's time to stop looking and move on?" Dean suggested, "You know Ginny comes in here all the time, trying to get your attention."
"I know Dean," Harry replied.
"She's a good girlfriend."
"She's not the one I want," Harry replied.
"Unfortunately Harry, the one you want is not coming back," Dean said sadly.
"Sometimes I can feel her in the room with me," Harry confessed, "It's like she is right there with me sometimes."
"Why not give Ginny a chance?" Dean asked.
"Because she isn't Luna, because I want Luna," Harry sighed angrily, "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Alright," Dean nodded and Harry walked back to his office.
If only the two boys knew that at that moment a plan was in motion that would risk the lives of many and change the lives of the boy-who-lived by the use of one dark lord and one girl with dreamy eyes. If only Harry Potter knew that the girl only one year younger that him was looking out into the night sky, clutching her moon necklace, and wished desperately that she were free to be with the boy she dreamed of every night. As the wind picked up and pulled on the desires of the girl, the castle boomed inside with planning. A plan to destroy the Wizarding World, a plan to destroy the boy she still loved with one single blow.
