Where have you been?
Chapter 1
Harry Potter was definitely not a happy man. There wasn't a single reason for this, he was married for wonderful wife, had 4 children, Harry even was rich.Why then he hadn't smiled for 10 years?Harry James Potter has left all he has held dear before. For him Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has never existed. There were nights, when he couldn't sleep, in these nights he thought.he thought about past, past, past.He thought about the years, when he has been happy, when Ron and Hermione were by his side. Damn, even their names caused him pain. Pain, that engulfed him every time he remembers these once happy days. Not that his new life was so bad, not at all. He was respected, he was all well known. What was the reason then for Harry to hate himself?
He was not a traitor. He killed Voldemort, he fulfilled the prophesy. The Light side won the Second War against the Dark Lord and his servants. And then he ran away. Why? Because he was so sick of being the one at whom everybody stare. He was full of all the attention, all big expectations, he wanted just to be one perfectly ordinary man, man with family, plain boring house, even more boring job and boring life. He didn't want to see any more death and suffering, he just wanted to vanish.to die.
And he'd done it. He's succeeded to hide from Dumbledore and his friends. Then he met the perfect woman - beautiful, clever, and funny and she never asked questions about his past. She didn't need to know. She would never know. Then the children came, the day, when the twins came to life was easy the happiest day in his pitying life. They called them James and Sebastian. The boys were very different from the very first day. James was the type of kid that always finds trouble; he loved to play pranks at the others. He looked so much like his mother - dark blond hair, the same beautiful face.Though there was something in his face that was different - incredible emerald green eyes, the same as his father's and his brother's. It was strange though that Sebastian was so much different, he resembles Hermione - perfect bookworm.
Then came Mathew and Adrian, everything seemed just so perfect. Not for too long.
This night Harry couldn't sleep again, not because it was too cold or too hot, not because he was in deep sad hole again. just because tomorrow it was the 1st of December - the eleventh birthday of James and Sebastian. And their absolutely normal father Harry Potter, a vice president of big electronics corporation, a man living in the best neighborhood of Toronto, proud owner of super BMW and Jaguar and of a beautiful Roman - style house, was very worried. One question was on his mind:
"Will it comes?"