Every End Is A New Beginning

Chapter One: Sorry, I didn't get your name?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this; all I do is borrow characters and use them for my own entertainment, and creative outlet.

Self checked.

A/N: The writing in 'italics' has been taken out of the deathly hallows book, I used it so you readers can see where my little fiction carry's on from.

Also, the infirmary is on the first floor in1992 and then the third floor in1996, so I'm just going to go for the latest, and says it's on the third floor, alright?

ALSO, this isn't like a continuous plot, it just involves various scenes.

READ: I have already finished this story and shall be posting the chapters up once a week. This is because when I read fan fictions, I hate waiting around for another chapter that may, or may not be on time. So, not all chapters are up, but it is indeed 'Complete'

Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna.

'I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me,' she said.

'I'd love some,' he replied.

'I'll distract them all,' she said. 'Use your Cloak.'

And before he could say a word she had cried, 'Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!' and pointed out of the window. Everyone who heard looked around, and Harry slid the cloak up over himself, and got to his feet.

Now Harry could walk through the great hall without interference. He spotted Ginny sitting with her family, her head resting on her mother's shoulder. Now that the war was finally over Harry had plenty of time to talk to her, to tell her how he didn't feel they should date once more. Harry realised now that he should not have allowed her to wait for him. Not when he didn't feel what he knew she felt for him. He saw Neville, surrounded my admirers, with the sword of Gryffindor lying proudly next to him on the table. Harry was happy for Neville, that he had finally received the recognition he deserved. Harry spotted the three Malfoys huddled together; it was probably their first showing of public affection, not that they cared too much for their good reputation anymore, since they didn't have any remaining. He felt sorry for them, Draco especially, Harry could tell that he never truly wanted to follow Voldemort. This became painfully clear when Draco lowered his wand on the tower, and that he didn't reveal harry's identity to that mad woman, Bellatrix.

Harry left the Great hall under his trusty Cloak. The entrance hall was a mere shadow of what it once was, although it still seemed to hold that magical presence; chunks were missing from the walls and staircase. Rubble littered the floor; dust was kicked up as Harry walked. The halls were empty; the order had done a good job with sending the wounded to the infirmary and the death eaters to the recently recovered ministry. It would be a while before Hogwarts returned to the state of which it once was; even then it would never be the same again, the memories of what occurred this night were too strong for Harry to ever forget. It would never just be Hogwarts, his home, but a place of loss, a memorial. While everyone in the Great Hall, mourned over losses, celebrated life, and reunited with family, he didn't feel as though he could get comfort from them, he just needed to be alone.

Harry found himself on the third floor outside the infirmary. He wondered briefly how many were suffering with no chance of surviving, because he didn't kill Voldemort fast enough. He knew he shouldn't think like that though, it wasn't his fault that the job was handed to him. Pushing his thoughts aside, he pulled open the doors. Harry had envisioned screaming people in agony, and blood on the floor, but in fact it was quiet, and as usual, it was as clean as ever. But Harry couldn't deny that there were a lot of people in there though. Luckily, there was no one he recognised, simply because the dead had already been moved, like, like Remus. Tonks. Fred...

Snapping back to reality, harry spotted Madam Pomfrey bustling her way over to a patient right at the other end of the room. He went over to her. Once he was close, he could see that she was rubbing, what looked like a healing salve onto the top of a young man's shoulder and neck. Harry noticed it was rather toned.

'Oh! Hello there Mr Potter,' Madam Pomfrey said in a surprisingly cheerful voice, obviously she too had been expecting more casualties. 'We've a young man here, been bitten by a werewolf, very nasty bites indeed, but nothing a good healing salve won't be able to heal. But there will be some scarring, nothing I can do about that I'm afraid. Here, why don't you have a try at putting it on, I suspect you've had enough experience with all your times in here, you're bound to have picked up a thing or two' She informed him, passing over the pot of salve, but staying there to watch him.

Harry started applying the cool paste the man's back careful not to irritate the bites.

'Who was it that bit him, Greyback?'

'Yes it was, and according to Professor Magonigall, this young man is actually a death eater,' at harry startled expression, she quickly added, 'not to worry, Minerva said that, she amongst a few others witnessed him casting rather dangerous spells at other death eaters, and helping out people from our side. Which is probably why Greyback bit him, revenge for his master'.

Harry felt a sudden need to help this young man; he knew Remus would have wanted him to. Werewolves don't have easy lives after all. Harry had finished putting on the salve, and so handed it to Madame Pomfrey.

'Do you think I could stay here until he wakes, to talk to him? I doubt he has anyone to come visit him,' Harry asked hopefully.

'Of course you can, if you like, you could even continue to apply the salve and make sure he is all healed up over the next few days. Maybe even help a few other patients out around here, speaking of; I'd better go make sure they're all doing well.'

'I'd love to help' Harry replied, pleased.

Madame Pomfrey dipped her head and bustled off to go see other various patients. Harry sat down on the seat beside the bed and took a first good look and the man's face, which was facing his way. Dark bags rested under closed lids. His bronze hair may have once been kept short, but had now grown to the eyebrows, and curled at the neck. He had very handsome features, a straight nose, full lips and high cheekbones. Harry wouldn't be surprised if he came from a rich pureblood family, he certainly looked the part. Only the top of his back was exposed, but it was tanned and toned. Harry looked away, slightly confused by his thoughts. He didn't think he would be able to sleep, but he found himself drifting off into a surprisingly dreamless sleep...

...

Harry woke up several hours later to find denim blue eyes staring intently into his own.

The young man quirked his mouth into a smirk, and said, 'Hello'.

Harry was momentarily stuck for words. But he recovered quickly.

'Oh err, hi. How are you feeling'? Harry asked quickly, but then realised what a stupid question that was, of course he wasn't alright. But he didn't seem to mind.

'Now that you mention it, my neck is sore,' he said sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck, 'what happened – wait – is he dead! Is Voldemort dead?' He asked, an urgent expression working its way across his features, his eyes darting around.

Harry smiled; 'yes, yes he is dead,' after seeing the relieved look on his face, Harry went on to say, 'But, you were bitten. By, by a werewolf' Harry felt a pang, in his heart when he saw the guys face turn from relief to dread.

'W-what! Oh Merlin, it, it was Greyback wasn't it, The Dark Lord must have found out I wasn't loyal to him anymore, serves me right. Joining up as soon as war began, and being too cowardly to leave'. He said bitterly. Harry didn't think anyone deserved to be bitten.

'It was a brave thing you did though; you shouldn't regret it, no matter what the outcome. After all, we won right?' Harry said, smiling.

'Yeah'

'A good friend of mine was a werewolf, even though it was tiring, he got by and coped. He used a potion that allows you to keep you human mind when you transform'. The young man looked hopeful at that.

'Sorry, I didn't get your name?' He asked with a raised eyebrow.

'I'm Harry'

'Alex'

They shared a look, and smiled. They had both experienced prejudices because of their last name, it seemed they both wanted to keep it hidden for a while.

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Chapter end.

Yes, that's right. This is a slash fiction with an original character.

Sorry about any mistakes.

And constructive criticism is appreciated

Sorry for the short length in chapter, hopefully the next shall be longer