Adertarian Belief
AN: Hey everyone! This is my second fanfiction. I made another a while back, but lost interest. Anyway, enjoy!
'Thoughts' Magic/Yelling Emphasis Setting
All the years of experience Harry had couldn't prepare him for the battle we had to face; He'd defeated Voldemort on many occasions, saved countless lives, and died. And survived death. It's confusing, and he already has a hard enough time explaining it to anyone who asks. They all say: "But how? I mean, last time I checked, you can't survive death" or "Pshh, I'd heard better stories from a crazy homeless person."
But what they say doesn't matter to Harry. It's more entertaining to him to observe Dobby, who he saved after Dobby was brutally throw-stabbed by Bellatrix, run around trying to catch butterflies. 'Oh dobby' he would think. But the challenge Harry faced now, it was no simple battle. It wasn't something you could simply beat (and if you did, you're a terrible person). No... This was dealing with relationships.
Years of abuse had deprived him of any social life before his 11th birthday (and Dudley wouldn't really let Harry have friends, what a dick), and girls simply bounced off him. Of course, this all changed when he entered the wizarding world. But, he never really knew how to adjust to such a change. I mean, one decade you're getting beaten and abused, another you're at the top of the world and girls are throwing themselves at you. Also, this crazy asshat is trying to kill you. Have fun! But it doesn't help when such a drastic change occurs; He wasn't used to it. So, when he gets of an appropriate age, it's okay to start thinking about the more lusty parts of life. But he can't just go up to a girl and say: "Hey, I'm the chosen one. Wanna fuck? (well, I suppose he could, but where would he work up the nerve?).
But it's not just that.. Hundreds of thousands of wizards would love to have a Harry P. Jr, and there would be tons of pressure to it. Molly Weasley obviously wants him to get together with her daughter, the 'Red-Headed Menace' Ginny Weasley. While, she was a sweet girl and all, she wasn't his type. Also, he thought she was pretty fucking ugly. And now, girls this, girls that, and he can't even control his own thoughts! He wanted sex! But not only was his sex life as dry as the sahara, he couldn't think of a way to improve it. Maybe there were a few girls from the class of hogwarts he shared, but he always felt patronized, even when they didn't mean it. They only wanted the 'Chosen One'. He never minded this until he got older, when they always thought of the great Harry Potter, and not just him, Harry Potter.
These kinds of thoughts always went back and fourth in his mind. In fact, we're actually talking about these thoughts now; The earlier paragraph was an exact thought in his mind. I didn't add quotations so I could build up to this, and totally blow your mind. But, lets get into the story, correct?
Hogwarts Castle, About 5 years after shit went down
"Hey, Ron! Wait up!" Harry called after Ron.
Harry shot through people in the great hall. He hadn't seen Ron in a while; Auror work had him very busy. And seeing his longtime friend in a reunion was miraculous; Ron was so lazy as to avoid anything from get-togethers to simple workouts. Due to his laziness, Ron was a stay-at-home-dad, while Hermione, being a wizarding politician, was getting good money and could support Ron and their child, Rose. He knows only this from newspapers; Ginny liked to highlight her family in the writing. Harry started closing in on Ron, and he noticed something; He was holding strange object . And object that was around one fifth his size; It was Rose!
"Oh, hey, Harry."
The story will be continued next chapter. The short chapter was just for introduction. Review if you like!