As an Auror...
Chapter 1
A 19 year-old Harry woke up in a small, cramped space. Ouch, he thought, as he bumped his head on the celling. "Where am I?" he wondered, until he realised he was under the stairs in Privet Drive. Harry was living away from Ginny, as their relationship had hit rock-bottom. He had quarrelled with Ginny, whilst an amazed Molly, Hermione and Ron stood in the doorway. Then he had grabbed his things (a new puppy-dog called Sirius, his wand, broomstick and clothes), and flown off to his childhood home. The old keys were under the mat, as always, and everything was neat and tidy. Harry had let himself in, and gone to sleep with Sirius, under the stairs.
Harry forced himself out, leaving the puppy asleep, and went off to get dressed and ready. "I have to get to Diagon Alley, then Hogwarts, then the Ministry." he repeated in his mind. Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, Ministry.
He bundled Sirius in his cage, packed up his things and tied his trunk to the end of his new broomstick, the Featherwing 2001. "It's Marge all over again," he said to Sirius, then took off into the rising sun…
