AN: Thank you DerangedxandxSarcastic and Picolochick for giving such great reviews on one of my other stories, that I wanted to write another longer story. So here's a new one.


Harry apparated into the alley next to the building he had worked in for over 3 years now. The building he started working in right after the war. A lot had happened since the war, but to Harry it felt like time had stood still. With the obvious exception of a couple of things. He now had a job at the ministry as auror. They had offered him the job as head auror, but he refused it, he no longer wanted to enjoy perks just because he was famous. And then there was also the thing about Harry being married that was slightly different from what was the case before the war. He and Ginny had been married for a little over 2 years now. And Harry could honestly say, it was the best marriage he had ever been in.

As he walked down the alley he realized that he didn't went to work once with a feeling of dread, he actually liked his work. With a smile on his face he entered the building. From the outside you wouldn't say it was a division of the ministry of magic, but from the inside it was clear that there was magic going on inside those walls.

Harry had just placed one foot over the threshold when several people came running towards him. 'And so the day starts' he thought.

"Mister Potter, could you please look at these documents?" an even younger boy then himself asked him.

"Yeah sure." Harry said, taking over the documents from the boy's hands. Harry had no idea what to do with them as of yet, but he always figured that sooner or later he would either figure it out or ask someone what he was supposed to do. It always worked.

"Mister Potter…" another person asked.

"Mister Potter, could you…?" a third person added.

Then Harry saw the person who in times of great danger always knew how to rescue him; Hermione.

"I'm sorry, but I've got to you." Harry said quickly and speeded his way to Hermione. She had to laugh when she saw him coming.

"You know, you could just take the backdoor in." She said, still smiling.

"There's a backdoor?" Harry asked, in his mind already wondering where that backdoor might be.

"Yes, there are several ways into the building."

"There are?"

"Really sometimes..." Hermione said, and with that started to walk in the direction of her office. Harry followed her, intent on knowing where these alleged backdoors might be.

"You're not really helping, just point me in the direction of one of them." Harry asked her.

"I don't think you've got the time." She replied.

Harry looked behind him and realized that she might just be right about that. Behind him were now a total of 9 people, all wanting something of him.

"Give me the direction to it during lunch?" Harry asked. Receiving nothing but a nod and a "good luck" from Hermione.

He took a deep breath and turned around. "How can I help you?" He asked as politely as he possible could.


"Why does it always takes me an hour before arriving at my office?" Harry asked himself out loud, when he finally arrived at his office.

"I don't know, but I might send you off to the psychology ward if this talking to yourself is an everyday occurrence." A voice came from his office.

Harry looked around his office and saw his boss sitting behind his desk. "It is, and it's the only thing keeping me sane." Harry replied. He put down his briefcase and threw the pile of documents he had gotten from various co-workers on his desk. "Now to what do I owe this visit?" He asked the man still sitting in his chair.

"Nothing serious, just wanting to know if my information is wrong or if you really clocked in 80 hours this week." His boss asked him, now sitting up in his chair.

"For once your information is wrong, it's 85 hours. But since when is that a bad thing?"

"It's not, I wish we had more people like you." his boss replied.

"Then if you don't mind me asking you, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, wondering why his boss kept him of some very important work if he might say so, because he was doing too much of it.

"Because I'm afraid you might spend a bit too much time in here. As you know it could cause a lot of stress working here, and I don't want our best auror down, or stressed out. "

"If I feel stressed out, I promise you, I'll take a week vacation. But I'm not, although I am getting a bit stressed out from talking when I could be working." Harry replied.

"Very well, I'll leave you to it." His boss said, standing up from the chair he had sat in, and walking out of the door.

Harry waited a couple of seconds until he himself sat down behind his desk. He looked at the small clock standing on it, 09:28. And he still hadn't done a thing. He sighed and grabbed the first few documents of his desk, if he wanted to be home before midnight he needed to work fast now.


"Harry?" Harry looked up and saw Hermione standing in front of his office. When he had looked up she walked in his office.

"I'm going home." She said. Harry looked on his clock, only 20:01, no time for him to go home yet.

And as if she had read his mind. "How about you go home too?"

"I can't, I still have a lot of things to finish, I'm nowhere near done."

"Harry." Hermione said, stepping forwards to his desk. "I'm sure Ginny would love it if you came home early for at least one day."

Harry said nothing, he was sure of it that Hermione wouldn't understand. He hadn't told anyone yet, but things between him and Ginny were in a weird place right now. For a long time, at least 3 months, all she did was lie on the couch. When he came home she would ask him why he had been away all day. If his answer was that he had to work, she would just say that he had enough money and never had to work again in his life if he wanted to. And if he said nothing (which was the second option he had) she would just get mad.

After awhile, he just thought that it didn't matter whether he came home at 18:00 or 19:00. Needless to say 19:00 turned into 20:00 and 20:00 turned into, just later that evening. Then last week she wasn't there when he got home, when he got up in the morning she was lying beside him. The next day the same thing, she wasn't there when he got home but she was there in the morning. The only thing he had said to her in a week was "I'm off to work."

But all of this was something he would rather not tell Hermione, he was sure she was going to psychoanalyze him, and he was in no mood for that, having done that many times at Hogwarts, where she tricked him into doing so.

Hermione looked at the silent Harry sitting across from her. "If something's wrong, you know where I live don't you?" Hermione asked him.

"Yeah 'Mione, if something's wrong, and I would like to talk about it, you are definitely the person I'll come to talk. But nothing's wrong, I'm just going to work a bit more." He said to reassure her.

"Okay Harry. Goodnight." She said and walked away.

But before he could say goodnight back she had reentered his office. "You know, I was thinking, how about you come over for dinner this weekend. I'll cook something, and don't make that face, I really can cook now. And you and Ron can just discuss everything you possibly want because you would have all the time in the world for that when I'm cooking or cleaning up. Don't worry you don't have to do a thing. But wouldn't it be nice if we, the three of us would be together again?" Hermione finally stopped.

"You could have just told me I needed to come over for dinner this weekend." Harry said while smiling.

"I thought about it, but we're grownups now, it might be better if I ask you to do something rather than to tell you to do it."

"And if I'd said no?" Harry asked.

"Well, then of course I would have told you to do it." Hermione smiled, and then left for real this time.


Harry looked on his clock standing on his desk again, it pointed out to him that it was well after midnight, and that if he wanted to be fit for tomorrow, he better head out. So he locked everything up and walked out his office.

This was the time when he liked it here the best, everything was quite. But most of all, there weren't people coming up to him and asking him things every 7 seconds. In the evening and at night he could get the most things done, in the morning and afternoon he had more conversations with people he worked with then actually working.

After he had locked up the building he went back to the alley from which he always came and apparated back to his apartment, correction his and Ginny's apartment.

When he got back home there was no light in the house. He walked to their bedroom and saw that Ginny wasn't home yet. He wasn't expecting her to be back anytime soon. Sometimes she came home an hour before he had to get up to go to work.

He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. It was the only constant thing he ever did, all of the other things he might forget. Showering is something he did every other day, with the obvious exception of when he had been on a mission and gotten so dirty he burned the clothes he was wearing. Sometimes he went nights without sleeping, and his eating pattern was 'eat when you feel hungry and have time to eat' which wasn't so often. All in all, brushing his teeth was pretty much the only constant thing he did.

He took off his clothes and threw them over a chair standing in his, correction, their bedroom. He opened a closet and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms. He threw back the covers and got under them.

He felt like he had only closed them for a couple of seconds when he heard rumbling in the living room. He looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was 5 o'clock already, in less than an hour he needed to get up again. With this he also realized that it was Ginny who was making the noise. And like he thought less than a couple of minutes Ginny entered the bedroom, without even taking her shoes of she fell down on the bed. All she said was: "Goodnight Harry." But it could have been his imagination.


An: Okay, that was chapter 1…hope you like it! If there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, I am very sorry!!! But it's just that when I finish a story I really want to post it right away, and with a beta-reader it just takes so much longer. So I'm very sorry for all of the stupid mistakes, that are in this story, other stories of mine, this chapter and future chapters…please forgive me?!