Good Vs…Grey?
Chapter One
No one likes waking up feeling hammered, and Harry Potter was no exception. But as his mind slowly cleared, he relaxed in his bed, and listened to the birds chirp as sunlight streamed in through his window. He was in Hogwarts-his home-and he'd just defeated Lord Voldemort, and restored peace to the wizards and witches. Now he just wanted to enjoy life, tempted by the offer some Aurors had made earlier to accept him early on. He knew that now Voldemort was gone, there wouldn't be much need for the Aurors, but they still had to eradicate all of Voldemort's followers and make arrangements for the re-building of Hogwarts.
"Harry! You're awake!" said Hermione from the edge of his bed, hand-in-hand with Ron, who grinned at him.
Kreacher shuffled behind them, his tennis ball eyes glowing with admiration.
"Harry Potter has awoken already!" Kreacher cried. Ron rolled his eyes as Hermione bent over and playfully tickled him till he squealed. Ron walked to the door, and gestured to the crowd of people waiting inside. Soon Hagrid, the Weasleys, the professors and everyone from Gryffindor rushed in. Harry grinned at all of them, but the grin vanished when he realized with a pang of his heart that Ginny was missing.
"Where's Ginny?" he hissed to Hermione.
"She's angry with you," Hermione explained. "You treated her like a baby the whole while, remember?"
"No! I..."
"Well, Ginny doesn't like protective guys," Ron cut in, softly. Harry pressed his temples frustrated.
He made his way out through the crowd, and out of the common room, when suddenly a crowd of journalists gathered about him.
"How does it feel having killed the most evil wizard in the world?"
"What are you going to do now? Are you taking your N.E.W.T.S or becoming an Auror directly?"
"Are rumours that you've broken up with Ginevra Weasley true? Does this affect your relationship with your sidekick Ronald?"
The last one stunned him.
"Who the hell told you that?" he shouted. "That's none of your business!"
He noticed a journalist muttering 'definitely broken up' under her breath. He flared up with anger, and turned the notepad she was scribbling in to ash.
"Take that bunny," he muttered, leaving the entire room shocked at the spectacle.
He ran the rest of the way to the Great Hall. Many people tried to stop him, but he ignored them throughout the way, heading towards the lake.
When he reached it, he noticed flaming red hair flying in the distance. He was right. She had been there.
"Ginny, come back! I'm SORRY!"
She didn't even glance back.
"Aargh!" he cried. "C'mon, I said I'm sorry!"