Alright I know I said I wouldn't do another Never Apart but I got this idea in Religion class and I thought it was pretty cool. I will keep adding parts; I have a lot of it written just not typed. Hope u enjoy, please r/r. I know there are mistakes too, I really try and get rid of them. I don't own any of the characters either.
"Sirius! Have you seen my dress robes?" Harry a 20 year old yelled down the stairs.
"In your closet!" a man about 45 yelled up the stairs.
"I already looked there!" Harry yelled back.
"Look again!" yelled Sirius Black. He chuckled and looked at the man sitting at the table in the kitchen. "Prongs never could find anything either."
Up in the room, Harry Potter limped around. He looked in his closet and found them. He put them on and looked at himself in the mirror. He sighed; his life had changed so much during the last three years. He had graduated from Hogwarts three years ago. He had become an Auror and just two years ago he had been captured and it ended with a duel, him and Lord Voldemort. Somehow, he had defeated Voldemort but it left him just about dead. Sirius and Hermione had been the ones who found him, and it was because of Hermione's quick thinking that he was still alive today. She had studied to become a Healer and she was able to stabilize him until he got to St. Mungo's. Just a few weeks ago he had been released from St. Mungo's after a year of recovering.
And now today he was going to Hogwarts, back to where everything began.
There was a feast in his honor at Hogwarts to celebrate the downfall of the Dark Lord. It had been delayed until Harry was able to attend. It seemed just yesterday doctors had told him he wouldn't walk again…
"Harry! Hurry up!" Sirius called up the stairs.
"I'm coming!" Harry said. "I'm not as young as I used to be." He came out of his room and started walking down the stairs. He walked slowly, one step at a time limping. He didn't have a lot of feeling in his right leg anymore. Sirius watched him; it seemed so long ago that he was running around chasing Ron and Hermione. He thanked God he was even able to walk. For about a year at St. Mungo's the doctors had said a lot, one was he would never walk again, but Harry who of course was a Potter didn't let anyone tell him that and he worked at it everyday.
"How are we getting there?" Harry asked.
"Floo Powder."
"Oh I hate Floo Powder," Harry complained.
"Can you Apparate?" Sirius asked.
"Haven't tried it yet," answered Harry and Sirius handed him a pot. He took it, limped to the fireplace, took some out and threw it in the fire. "HOGWARTS!" he yelled clearly and limped in…
Harry landed hard on the floor and he grunted as he got up.
"Mr. Potter," a voice said. A woman stood by the door wanting for people to arrive.
Harry looked at her, she had gray hair tied in a tight bun, "Hello Professor McGonagall."
"Oh Harry," she said. "Call me Minvera, I'm no longer your teacher."
Sirius came right them, with Remus behind him.
"Oh Sirius, I'm so good you've been proven innocent," Minvera said hugging him.
"I've been free for 2 years," He said laughing.
"And like I've had time to congratulate you." Minvera said with a small laugh.
"Anyone else here?" Remus asked.
"The Minster, a few Aurors, that's it." Minvera said. "How are you feeling Harry, do you want to rest?"
"No, I'll be all right," Harry answered.
"Then let's go to the Great Hall," Minvera said and they went off.
"I trust you have been well," Harry said walking beside her.
"Very busy," she replied. But well. I'll never see how Albus was able to do it."
"He was one in a million," Harry replied.
"Mr. Potter!" someone said as they reached the Great Hall.
"Mr. Weasley," Harry said hugging him. "I mean Minister Weasley."
"Oh Harry, please call me Arthur," Mr. Weasley said. His red hair was completely gray now. He was still tall and thin. "You look well."
"As do you." Harry said.
"You must come over some day," Arthur said. "Molly still worries about you."
Harry laughed, "I'm surprised she didn't die of worry. After what happened."
"Almost did, to tell you the truth," Arthur laughed too.
"HARRY!" a woman, yelled. Harry turned to look at the door. He smiled.
"Hermione," he whispered. A woman with brown hair and with blue dress robes on kissed him as she reached him. He hugged her.
"Its good to see you," Hermione said still hugging him.
"You look wonderful tonight," said Harry. He took her hand.
"Oh hello Professor McGonagall," Hermione said cheerfully.
"Good evening Hermione," Minvera replied.
"How are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"Busy but well," Minvera replied. "And you?"
"Wonderful! I love my job at the Prophet!"
"Potter!" a growl came from the door. A heavily scarred man stood in the door with a cane. He was hunched over, leaning heavily on the cane. "Glad your well."
"Alastor," Harry said smiling. "You are well?"
"As well as it can be expected," he replied walking towards them.
People kept coming in and greeting him. It was tiring. Seeing this Minvera said that dinner was ready and they should all sit.
"Harry, I'd like you to take this seat," Minvera said offering the chair in the middle, the golden one.
"That's your chair," Harry protested. "The Headmistress chair."
"Albus's chair, you should have it for tonight."
"If you wish," Harry said and sat down. Minvera sat down on the right of him and Arthur on the other side. There were three long tables in the shape of a box missing one side.
Minvera stood up; "I'd like to welcome everyone here tonight. Especially Mr. Potter, who as everyone thought there was no chance he would be able to make it. He is the reason we are here, to finally celebrate the downfall of the Dark Lord with him, the one who defeated him. As Albus used to say, "Tuck in."
Everyone laughed and started to eat as the food appeared. At first Harry just ate and then he took a look around at everyone. He saw many familiar faces, Alastor Moody, Arthur, Hermione, Fred and George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, many of his school friends, and it seemed everyone but the man he missed most. Ron… Ron had died in one of the battles, he was an Auror, he Ron and Hermione had been a team and he watched Ron die while trying to duel a Death Eater. A Death Eater had come up behind him and performed the Killing Curse… he still had dreams about it today. The Death Eater he had found out was no other than Peter Pettigrew. In revenge of Ron's death, Harry was able to capture Pettigrew and after Voldemort's downfall he had confessed everything, making Sirius an innocent man.
They were finished with dinner when Arthur got up, "Hello everyone. I welcome you all. Now that Mr. Potter is among us, I'd like to present something to him, something he has deserved every since he was a small boy. Minvera thought this would be an excellent time to give it to him. Mr. Potter, if you could stand up." Harry stood and faced Arthur.
"Mr. Harry James Potter, son of the brave James Potter and Lily Potter who gave their lives to save you, I present to you the Order of Merlin 1st class. Your parents also have this award, though I'm not sure if you were aware of that. Most of you remember James, we thought we had seen the bravest with James, but we were all proved wrong with Mr. Harry Potter. Congratuations Mr. Potter."
He handed Harry a medal and Harry looked at him, "Thank you Minister." Everyone clapped and Harry saw the flash of a camera.
"Well while awards are being given out, Albus would have given anything to be here. But as always he thought ahead and he told me what to say and what to present. I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Minvera looked at Harry. "Albus kept many things from you, I'm sure you know that. He wanted me to give this you once you had defeated the Dark Lord, he thought once you had done that you had completed the thing your parents and so many died for. So he wanted you to have this." She gave him a thin box.
He looked at her and opened it up; there were two wands inside. Harry gasped and held them up for everyone else to see. Sirius gasped along with Remus. "My parents?" He asked McGonagall.
"Yes, the one of the left is your fathers, the one of the right is Lily's," someone said behind him. It was Sirius. "I could tell you that a mile away."
Harry held them tight. "Thank you."
Everyone started clapping. Minvera silenced them, "When you were a 2nd year, you pulled a sword out of the Sorting Hat when you had to fight a 16 year Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. And now I give you that sword back because it belongs to your descendant Godric Gryffindor." She held it out.
"Is that why I could defeat him, cause I'm related to Gryffindor?"
"Yes and the reason he wanted you dead at an early age. All your family has been in Gryffindor." Minvera said.
Harry took the wand and looked at it. It seemed decades ago he had been 12 years old. He had been so scared, so young then. Everyone cheered.
People got up to congratulate him. He talked to Fred and George Weasley, who were very successful in their joke business. He kept looking over their shoulders though, at Hermione who was talking to Arthur.
It was hours later; people were starting to leave. Harry slumped in a chair; he was so tired of talking. Minvera sat down beside him.
"Are you all right?" she asked him.
"Yes, very tired though," he admitted.
"Maybe its not the right moment to ask you then but I'd like to offer you a job."
"I need one of those don't I?" Harry laughed tiredly. "I'd forgot."
"I'd like you to become the Transfiguration teacher and be the Deputy Headmaster."
"What?" Harry asked.
"I'll tell you something, I'll never step out of Albus's shadow," Minvera admitted. "Half of what I do, he told me to do. He was picky when he became Headmaster. It took him all the summer for him to find a new Transfiguration teacher. He wanted to make sure whoever took over was good. He picked me and sometimes I wonder why.
He knew he was going to die, he spent so much time preparing for it. We had many meetings. One of them was about the new Deputy. With Voldemort around, who could he trust? Who was most likely not to be a traitor? Who else but you. He told me, if you lived, he wanted you to take over my job as Deputy, he wanted you to teach."
"He said that?" asked Harry.
"Every word," said Minvera.
"Minvera, I don't know. I had plans," Harry said.
"When I first became Deputy Headmistress, I was married. But it didn't work; my husband couldn't understand the work I had to do. But if you had a smart, caring woman who loved you with her whole heart and you loved her back with your whole heart, it could work."
"How did you know?" Harry asked.
"You can see it all over your face," Minvera laughed. "Talk it over with her, Sirius and Remus."
"I will," Harry promised.
"Kiddo, ready to go?" Sirius asked.
"Sure," said Harry. "I'll send you an owl."
**
"What a night," Remus sighed sitting down on a chair back in their house.
"Very tiring," Harry agreed. "I'm going to bed."
"Night," Sirius smiled as he limped up the stairs. "It doesn't seem like we are all grown up and that's Prongs son."
"He looks exactly like Prongs," Remus said watching him too. "It's the like old days."
"Those were good times," Sirius said and went to bed.
**
Harry went to bed his head spinning. So many people he talked to, all the people he saw. And the wands he had gotten… his parents. He fell asleep dreaming…
"I've waited a long tie for this," Voldemort said. He and Harry were circling, wands out.
"You can't win Voldemort," Harry yelled.
"Oh but I can," Voldemort laughed. "IMPERIO!"
A nice sensation fell over him… he heard a voice in his head, "Drop your wand… drop your wand…"
"NEVER!" he yelled. "Expellimus!"
Voldemort blocked it, "CRUCIO!"
Harry yelled in pain, he fell on the ground. A stag jumped in front of him, it turned into Ron.
"NOOOOO!" Harry yelled. He woke with a start sweating all over.
**
The next morning Harry went down to breakfast. Sirius and Remus sat in the kitchen eating.
"Another bad dream?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded.
Remus picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth, "I'd better go."
"Where?" Harry asked.
"Well school starts in 2 months and I have to talk to Minvera about my curriculum."
"You're teaching?" asked Harry.
"McGonagall asked me last night," Remus admitted. "Defense Against the Dark Arts of course."
"She asked me to teach too," Harry told them.
"What History of Magic so you teach about yourself and your descendants?" Sirius asked.
"Transfiguration," he said.
"Ah, I bet you will be Deputy."
"Dumbledore wanted it this way," Harry told them.
"What about a certain reporter?"
Harry blushed, "I don't know. I haven't seen her for 2 years, expect last night."
"Harry, she's waiting for you, ask her out." Sirius told him.
"Who'd say no to you?" Remus joked.
"What about the job?" Harry said changing the subject.
"We aren't your parents, your choice," said Sirius.
"I'll go owl Minvera now."
**
"This is very nice," Hermione whispered. It was two nights later, Harry and Hermione had just finished dinner and now they were walking in a Muggle park.
"I'm glad you like it," Harry said putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Its good to be walking with you again," she said smiling at him.
"Its good to be alive, with you," Harry grinned at her.
"Oh how do I love you," she laughed.
"Then marry me Hermione," Harry stopped walking.
"What?" she stopped too and looked him confused.
"Hermione I love you. I asked you to marry me."
"Harry, that was very random," Hermione started walking again.
"Oh was it?" Harry replied and he took something out of his pocket. He flashed it in front of Hermione and let her see it.
"Oh Harry," Hermione squeaked and turned to face him. " Oh yes, I will!"
"Really?" Harry asked grinning.
"I love you Harry," Hermione kissed him.
"Then we have to talk," Harry said taking her hand. "I'm taking a position at Hogwarts, Transfiguration teacher and Deputy. Is that all right?"
"You mean I have to go back to Hogwarts, the largest settlement of house elves, with all its secret passageways and beautiful pictures?" She looked angry.
"I thought you loved Hogwarts." Harry said sighing.
"Oh Harry, I'd love to!" Hermione yelled, "I love Hogwarts!"
"Let's go tell Sirius and Remus!" Harry said.
**
"Harry!" Sirius entered the room. "I thought Hogwarts was big!"
"What do you mean?" Harry was straightening his black dress robes.
"The place is packed! We moved everyone outside but I wouldn't be surprised if the Giant Squid got some food today. Someone might fall in."
It was Harry's wedding day. Minvera had offered Hogwarts to him since it was the summer. It seemed everyone in the wizarding world had come.
"Is Hermione ready?" Harry asked. He took a comb, looked in the mirror and put it down, "It will be no use, I've never been able to do anything with it."
Sirius laughed, "James said that on his wedding day. His hair used to drive Lily mad. She always wanted to cut it. Hermione is ready."
"And so am I!" Harry replied. "Do I look all right."
"You look as good as James, though that scar isn't very attracting."
"If I could I would get rid of it," Harry replied. "Lets go."
Sirius let Harry go but Harry stopped, "Are you okay this with. I mean, well you were my father's best man, but I can't think of anyone else I would rather have with me up there expect you."
"Harry, yeah it will bring back memories, but I'm honored. And I'm still trying to make up for those 12 years I wasn't with you. Anything you said, I'll do."
Harry hugged him, "Thank you Sirius."
"Don't get mushy on me," Sirius laughed.
It seemed one second he was walking out there with Sirius, and then next he was kissing Hermione, his wife. The wedding was gone in a second. He was glad she was the one who had to walk up the aisle, he really didn't want everyone staring at him while he limped up.
After the ceremony the party began. The house elves had out done themselves with the food. Tables had been set up outside and everyone sat down to eat. Harry and Hermione sat in the middle with Hermione's parents and Sirius on the other sides of him. Arthur Weasley and Minvera sat beside Sirius and Remus. After they ate Harry stood up, "Everyone, I hate to spoil the good party but I'd like to make a toast." He looked around and his eyes settled on Sirius.
"No offense to my wonderful godfather Sirius Black, but there is man that should be here today, no its Albus Dumbledore though he should be here, it was my best friend growing up Ron Weasley." He looked at Hermione; "Ron like so many gave his life up for the cause to get rid of Lord Voldemort. He once said, "It's just like chess, you have to make sacrifices, and he like so many were sacrifices. I'd like to toast to be in the honor of Ron Weasley, and all those who died in Lord Voldemort's first and second time of power. To my parents, and to those who lost their parents." He looked at Neville, he had never told him he knew about his parents. "To all those who were hurt by the lose of their families." He held his glass higher.
Everyone said, "To those who sacrificed their lives, to all those who were hurt by Lord Voldemort." Harry had to smile; most people did say his name.
"I'd like to make a toast, as the best man for the second time!" Sirius stood up. "I was best man in James Potter's wedding and for the toast I would like to say, "Long live Dungbombs and the Boy Who lived!"
Harry laughed. He shook his head at Sirius. Remus sighed and looked behind Sirius, "He said the Long live Dungbombs at your father's wedding."
"And now, I have a surprise for Harry Potter," Sirius said. "For a year he was recovering at St. Mungo's. He still hasn't tried to do many things, one of them is fly. So as his wonderful godfather and Best man, Harry the Pitch is waiting for you."
Harry looked at Sirius, "I don't think I can anymore."
"Harry, the famous Seeker, you never forget how to fly."
"I don't have a broom," he protested. But Sirius had lifted him to his feet.
"Lets go!" Sirius called to the crowd. "Get your seats in the stands!"
"Sirius!" Harry protested.
"Harry," Minvera came up to him. "No one told you but he made James swim in the lake in January. This should be easy to what James did."
The crowd made their way to the Pitch. In the center of the Pitch was Oliver Wood, Alicia Spinnet, Angelica Johnson, Katie Bell and Fred and George Weasley.
Harry looked at Sirius; "You planned all this?"
"Of course, I take job of Best Man seriously."
Fred walked up to him, "Your broom Harry." He held out the Firebolt.
"Where did you find this? I put it away."
"And I took it back out." Sirius said. "Up you get."
"Sirius my leg," said Harry.
"Your not running are you?" replied Sirius.
The rest of the team got on their brooms. Harry looked at Sirius and then Hermione and got on.
"Lets go," Oliver Wood cried. Harry worried kicked off. His leg hurt from the kick off.
"Wow!" he called, "I'm flying!"
He raced Fred around the Pitch. Cheers rang around the Pitch. He felt wonderful. He dived and flew around the goal posts. The Firebolt was still working wonderfully.
"Harry!" Sirius called. "Come here."
Harry dived to where Sirius was. Faster, faster, he felt like his was racing the Snitch. Just as he reached Sirius's head he pulled up. Everyone was cheering.
"The other team is here," Sirius said laughing. Harry looked; a team in orange was walking towards him.
"Sirius."
"The Chudley Cannons, in honor of Ron."
"You've outdone yourself," Harry said slapping him on the back.
"Mr. Potter, an honor," one of the Cannons stepped up. "I'm Captain of the team."
"Hello, welcome."
"Congratuations Mr. Potter on your marriage," the Captain said.
"Captains," a woman said. A woman stood holding the box of the balls. It was the Quidditch teacher at Hogwarts.
Wood and the Cannons captain shook hands. Harry and the others mounted their brooms. A whistle blew and Harry kicked off again. He went higher than anyone and soared off.
"Katie Bell of Gryffindor takes the Quaffle," said a familiar voice. Harry looked in the box; Lee Jordan was doing the commentary. He had heard that Jordan was doing the commentary for professional Quidditch matches now. Harry laughed and continued to look for the Snitch
15 minutes later the score was 50-30 in favor of the Cannons. Harry knew he had to get the Snitch, the Cannon Chasers were too good. Oliver Wood who had played in the same league as the Cannons was used to the speed but no one else was.
And then he saw it, the Snitch. Harry dove, the Snitch was flying near the ground. He heard a Bludger coming behind him. He laid flat on his broom and reached. His hand was getting nearer, he opened it as wide as he could and he put it around the Snitch closing his hand tightly. Everyone cheered. Harry turned and faced Sirius. He was cheering madly. Hermione was up in the box with Lee Jordan. He blew her a kiss.
Fred and George Weasley hugged him, "Still got it ey!"
He could still fly he hadn't lost it. It was a wonderful time…
Well that's part 1, I don't know how many parts there will be… the next one should be up in a day or two. Thank you for reading… please r/r