20 years later
by: Markus J. Fox
Its been 20 years since that day, the day that Harry vanished after ending the war. He said it was for our own good. That we would be protected...we weren't.
Its been 19 years since ginny died, torn a part from harry leaving and what appeared to be a pack of werewolves. Ron wasn't the same after that. neither was I for that matter.
Its been 18 years since the disappearings started, random people gone without a trace. ron said it was a monster. He was right. He started hunting for clues, hoping for a answer, none came.
Untill 17 years ago he got his answer, a vampire put a bullet in his head. Only reason we know this was the hole in his forehead, all blood was of course drained.
16 years ago I started looking for Harry. I find small traces, all lead to deadends. Then I heard tales of a demon hunter with green eyes and a lightning shaped scar. I could hardly believe them, but i had a lead.
15 years, and I am now closer. I have seen pictures of the hunter, of harry. he is darker, like old Madeye. 1 year ago I found him. I found Harry Potter, and now it is time for him to come home. If home is even still standing.
It was a cold night when I went to get Harry. The frost just bearly touching the ground. The shack, for thats all it could be, was dark and forbidding. When I knocked, I heard a quiet shuffling behind the door. I raised my hands to make myself nonthreatning, a sign I was unarmed. The door swung open on silent henges, a silencing charm at work if the faint signs of rust were any indication. Harry had his wand pointed at me, the tip glowing a bright green. The green lit up his face showing several scars from a lifetime of hunting demons and monsters. His hair long enough to be tamed by a small ponytail.
At first he didn't recognize me, 20 years would do that if you had no pictures, but soon he called my name, a joy that he still remembered me in my heart, the wand was not lowered however.
"Whats your favorate hobby?" He asked, paranoia deep in his eyes.
"When I'm wasn't looking for you? Reading." I said, it seemed to relax him but he asked another question. "Who was the worst git in school?" Hmm, a reasonable question with no clear answer. a matter of opinion if nothing else. "Draco Malfoy, although Ron Weasley could often give him a run for his money with that title." That seemed to reassure him. "what are you doing here?" He asked curiously, all traces of paranoia all but gone.
"Im here to bring you home." He looked a tad confused at that. "why?"
Ah yes, the why. truth of the why is complicated. "Cause we need you, darkness is spearding and the center is in England." The seemed to draw his attenion from whatever he had started tinkering with. "when do we leave?"
"Now."