A/N This is a re-write of an old story that I last worked on in 2013. Five years later I decided I wanted to finish what I started but couldn't figure out how to work the old story into something that made sense. So re-write! For anyone who was waiting for an update I'm sorry for the delay and it was the people that favourited despite the fact the fic was pretty much dead that made me want to keep writing this. For anyone just checking this out – Enjoy!

It had not been a good Monday morning for Harry Potter. While he, like most people, had his share of inconvenient luck today had been simply abysmal. Just once he would like if his Monday problems would peak at forgetting to re-stock his floo powder supply when he was already late for work. Just once. At this point he would be perversely happy to find that kneazles had chewed through his best shoes. Just normal everyday problems, problems that could happen to anyone!

But no, he had to wake up and go through his normal everyday morning just to get to the more unusual problems that came with being 'The-Man-Who-Conquered'. Those problems did not include freeing the oppressed, saving the innocent; no, no, no he had to, as he semi-regularly had to, evade a mob of his supremely committed fans.

It had all started when Harry decided to give up on making breakfast at home before work and to warm up with a meal courtesy of the Leaky Cauldron. Old Tom who had been there to see his very first trip to the world of magic was more than qualified to supply him with a winning breakfast more than a decade later. Or well at least his chef was. At the very least the omelette he ended up with was delightful. Truly the ideal combination of light and cheesy scattered with the occasional but inconspicuous vegetable. The only thing that prevented him from enjoying it completely was his instincts.

He whipped his head to the right. Like any Auror in potentially dangerous territory he had positioned himself with an easy view of the door. The door that had, according to his expert count, opened and closed three times in quick succession over the last two minutes. Either the doorstop charm had failed on a particularly breezy day or someone was up to mischief. Harry lowered his fork.

The door swung open for a forth time and it heralded his doom. The first admirer came through. Harry's heart sunk in his chest. At the same time an instinctive fear reaction made him get to his feet.

He was up. He was up and prepared to flee.

The half dozen witches that had gathered within the establishment approached with coy determination. He cast a mournful glance at his omelette. It was just not meant to be. Harry entertained himself with the thought that his breakfast was just so good it created a public craze. While he deluded himself he shouted his apologies to Tom and made a hasty exit from the Leaky Cauldron.

So on the slightly overcast and generally grim March morning the saviour of the wizarding world scampered away from his breakfast and towards the rest of his day.

Once through the brick entrance to Diagon Alley, Harry was able to apparate directly to the Ministry. It was still early enough that the only people around were those of the dedicated disposition. And well as long as none of them included Boy-Who-Lived fanatics Harry was relatively safe from a repeat of the scene he had just escaped. He drew his auror robes out of his mokeskin pouch and quickly donned them with the hope that no one would bother him while he was on official business.

His boots were uniform requirement and were charmed to make no sound as he traversed the marble floor to the elevator and it made for an eerie journey. Even after all these years Harry was always struck by the memory of his first few visits. His rides in the elevator first as his trial, later as a disguised undesirable number one weren't a particularly good start with the ministry. Then again the ministry was nearly unrecognizable from the war; for one the horrid statue that was once pride of place in the atrium was gone along with most of the ideology it represented.

Exciting the elevator and heading to the bullpen that housed the investigative auror teams, Harry found his cubicle and settled in to complete the seemingly never ending pile of paperwork that apparently came from being a field worker. At least that was one good thing that came from an early morning mobbing; his paperwork might finally get completed early. Smiling to himself Harry decided that even though it was sometimes boring being an Auror it was far better than being the Boy-Who-Lived.

With his head bent over a report for a minor raid on a dark objects dealer from last week Harry didn't notice that someone else had entered the room. He did however notice when someone jabbed him in the side of the face making Harry jump about a meter in the air.

"Oi, I've been standing here for about five minutes, I thought being an Auror was meant to sharpen your instincts not make you obsessed with paperwork"

Harry waited for his heart to go back to a human rhythm and grinned at his oldest friend.

"Ron you're here early, I would've thought you would've tried to stay home and sleep while you could" Harry said.

"Trust me, I'd have more luck trying to sleep here" Ron said dragging a chair over with great dramatics to Harry's desk.

"I don't know how Hermione does it but I couldn't stand it another minute with the screaming little banshee" He continued.

Harry laughed not believing a word, Ron doted on Rose even though she did seem quite like a banshee at times, though mostly when either Ron or Hermione called for help or as they put it 'relief' in the early hours of the morning.

"How on earth did you get Hermione to let you out so early this morning?"

"I don't need permission to come into work Harry!" Ron said indignantly

Harry raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Well I might have imagined an urgent sighting of a notorious Wurg importer". Ron said with a dramatic sigh.

Harry snorted, "Good call, I haven't heard anything about them yet though, not sure if anyone else has either; you should probably mention it to the head".

Ron leaned back on his chair with his arms behind his head.

"You shouldn't be so smug! How about your own reason for being so early? Ron hmmed.

Harry stiffened slightly and looked at Ron suspiciously.

"What about it?" he asked

Ron broke out into a laugh.

"You should know by now that everything you do people are going to find out about, especially if they travel throught the Leaky. I imagine the Prophet is already printing issues with stories of your ordeal, 'Potter Mobbed While Eating Omelette'."

Red faced Harry glared at Ron, knowing it wasn't unlikely. After the war Harry had been more famed than ever. Situations like this were getting unfortunatley common.

"You really need to settle down Harry, they wont stop while they still have hope" Ron continued with mock seriousness.

Harry shuddered "It'd probably cause a riot"

Ron stopped teasing Harry for the moment.

"But seriously have you thought any more about heading away for a while? You've hardly left the country. You should take Kingsley's offer and head to Malta."

Harry thought for a moment

"What just leave my job and go teach others how to hunt dark wizards? What about you guys?" Harry said.

"Still the same answer then." Ron sighed.

"You know we can probably handle things around here without you for a while. The wizarding world isn't going to hold it against you. They do owe you quite a bit Harry, a little time off here should be okay." Ron continued, "and Hermione and I can take care of each other, Banshee or not"

Harry ran a hand through his hair, messing the already wild mop.

"I'll think about it"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll think about it" Ron answered as he had the last time he and Harry had had this conversation.

Their conversation ended and they both turned to their respective paperwork. As more and more people started trickling in for work Harry completed the reports and after several hours, a few cups of coffee and an exploding doorknob Ron and Harry left for lunch.

"Mate I know we usually just go into London, but in return for escaping Rosie early I may have promised to come home for lunch" Ron said sheepishly, "and I said I would bring you"

Harry shrugged, "It'll be good to see the ladies, we have enough plenty of time."

Ron rolled his eyes.

"Like you don't see us almost every day anyway".

Brushing the soot of his cloak Harry entered the newest Weasley living room. Currently it was littered with toys and rubbish and smelt faintly of vomit. It quite clearly showed evidence of the youngest Weasley.

A slightly frazzled Hermione entered and before Harry or Ron could say anything she whipped out her wand and whispered furiously;

"He who speaks loudly will be cursed into oblivion. Rosie has only just gone to sleep."

Ron and Harry shared frightened looks before following Hermione into the kitchen and sitting down at the table.

"So how have you been Harry?" she asked while a large bowl of roast vegetables seemed to float menacingly towards the table.

As the table set itself with the dignity of one sentenced to death Harry answered.

"I'm fine, haven't been too busy . Mainly just filling out seemingly endless piles of paperwork that no one will ever see again. There has been some small scale stuff but nothing that would have been in the Auror's departement a few years ago."

Hermione smiled with brutal humour, "I guess compared to Voldemort Wurg imports would seem a bit silly."

As Ron suddenly became very interested in whether there were any sausages left, Harry got up grinning to let in an owl that was tapping at the window.

It got a knut from Hermione before dropping the paper in some potatoes and flying out again. Frowning at the bird Ron grabbed the paper and quickly scourified it.

"Whats happening in the world then Ron?" Harry asked while helping himself to said potatoes.

The Daily Prophet had become far more fact based (though no less obsessed with Harry) and as the only popularly accepted wizarding publication it still remained quite well distributed. Harry was of course holding out hope for the Quibbler but they were still more of an underground movement.

Ron read through the paper, while still managing to stuff food into his mouth with his other hand. About halfway through his eyes widened and he started laughing, which soon turned into chocking on a bit of sausage.

After a few minutes of wheezing and spluttering Ron recovered enough hand over a section of the paper to Harry.

"I don't believe it." Harry said

Still wheezing Ron said, "I did" and continued laughing "at least its not the front page" and collapsed over his plate shaking with mirth.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione said before leaning over Harry's shoulder looking at the paper in his hand.

'The-Boy-Who-Lived attacked in London'

Hermione's eyes widened before she met her husband's and had to stifle a laugh as Harry banged his head on the table

"Thats it I'm going to Malta."

After Harry had finished the fateful lunch in which Rosie soon woke up with a scream to the sound of head banging, Harry and Ron fled back to the office.

Harry got a nudge in the back and a pointed look from Ron towards Minister Shaklebolts office.

Without being asked why he was there the receptionist waved him through. Harry entered and at Kingsley's beckoning took a seat in the simple but tastefully decorated room.

"What can I do for you Harry?" the Minister of Magic asked him in his smooth voice.

"I was thinking of taking up your offer" Harry said. "About Malta"

"I was hoping you would, it appears to be dangerous times to be the Man-Who-Conquered here in England." Kingsley replied with a smile, placing his hand on a newspaper.

Harry scowled, "It's not that funny."

"Indeed it isn't. Which is why I am so pleased you will be getting the chance to get away for a while. It will do you, and the rest of the us good" Kingsley replied.

Harry looked sceptical.

"I will make the necessary arrangements, it's surprisingly easy to get paperwork through the systems when it concerns you".

Harry, sensing that as his cue to leave stood up, thanking the Minister.

Only a few days later found Harry packed and ready leave. The paperwork had gone through and he had said he goodbyes to almost everyone.

Sniffing Hermione leaned in to hug Harry, "Be careful Harry" she said,

"I'll be fine, besides I'm an Auror. I can take care of myself for a few weeks, you won't even notice I'm gone" Harry said as he carefully lifted Rose into his arms.

Harry said goodbye to his goddaughter .

Ron leaned over smiling sappily at his daughter.

"Mate she can't understand a thing you're saying"

He informed Harry before being hit in the arm by his wife.

"Be quite Ronald, you talk to her all the time, she's very intelligent" Hermione said as she fondly smiled at the baby in her best friends arms.

Smiling Harry handed Rosie back,

"Only if she has your brains Hermione" he said before giving Ron a hug.

"Don't do anything too stupid while I'm gone" Harry said.

Ron laughed

"How could I, you seem to be forgetting that it's just you who attracts trouble. I'm the innocent who gets dragged into it!" he said

"Have a good time, and don't forget about us too quickly"

"Write as much as you can Harry" Hermione added

Harry laughed and they leaned in for a final hug

"Take care of each other!"

He released them and reached for the international portkey conveniently shaped like a stuffed shark.

He paused,"I'll miss you" he said before closing his grip around the toy and disappearing in a twist of power.

Ron and Hermione stared at where he had been for a moment before Rosie's peircing screech ruined the moment and Ron unsucessfully tried to make her stop.

"I think we all know the real reason Harry decided to leave you little Mandrake" Ron said fondly before Hermione and he joined hands and headed home