Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I probably don't own it-the story idea is all mine though. Harry Potter, characters, and the wizarding world is owned by JK Rowling and Warner Bros. As much as I would love to own the Wizarding world, it isn't mine. I don't even own any of the Muggle world-wow, my plans for world domination are really failing so far.
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Harry sat alone in his flat. This was never how he expected his life to be-he was supposed to marry Ginny, become an auror, raise a family-but yet here he was, alone.
Harry couldn't help but wonder why things happened as they did, why he didn't get his happily ever after. After Voldemort was defeated, he and Ginny had gotten back together, but things just weren't quite the same. They had lost their spark, the thing that holds a couple together and creates the bond, the meaning. They had tried to make it work, tried as hard as they could, but in the end it was for naught. Harry and Ginny had parted amicably, but things were never the same. There was always a sense of awkwardness between them now, the strain of what could have been once upon a time.
He had gone into auror training, but Harry quickly realized this was no longer an option. He kept having flashbacks; flashbacks of loved ones long dead and buried, flashbacks of curses and adrenaline and fear and fighting for his life, flashbacks of the ultimate sacrifice. Harry just couldn't continue to live his life like that anymore, always in a state of constant vigilance and paranoia, surviving but not living. He tried to become a healer, to fix the wounds caused by the war. He had even gotten a degree in Mediwizardry. However, when he interned at St. Mungo's he found most of the injuries petty and the job completely unfulfilling. He had tried going into politics as well, to use his name and fame to try to improve the messed up bureaucracy of the British Wizarding Government, however he soon found he had no patience for the layered wording and implied meanings of the convoluted world of politics. He would leave changing the government to Hermione, who was thriving in such an environment and fighting passionately for the rights of the underprivileged. No, in the end Harry decided to start an orphanage. He had plenty of money left to him by his parents to fund the project, and he wanted to insure that no child would ever have to go through what Tom Riddle, in the muggle orphanage, or he himself, at the hands of the Dursleys, had to face. No wizarding child would suffer from neglect or abuse just because of their differences, their magic, as long as he was able to do anything about it. So he set up a wizarding orphanage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade and took in children orphaned by the war or maltreated, helping them as well as he could.
Harry sat alone in his flat. This was not how he expected his life to be. He wasn't married to Ginny with the family and the 'perfect life'. He never became an auror and continued to fight of the evil of the world. Instead, he had friends close enough that they might as well be family, and he had his godson, Teddy. Instead, he was fighting for the next generation, for the children, against the evil that seeked to claim their innocence and childish joy. Maybe Harry's life hadn't turned out as expected, but he was okay with that.
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Hello, and thank you for reading my first ever fanfiction! I'm not completely happy with it, but it has been my goal to write and post something on fanfiction for a while now, so I figured "why not?" If you see any mistakes or typos, please tell me so I can promptly fix them. ConCrit is welcome as well, as long as it is actually ConCrit and not flaming. On a happier note, leave me a comment to tell me what you think of this! :)
~Nicole