Ch1
It was a stormy night in London. Lightning flashed through the sky and thunder cracked through the city. Harry sat bolt upright in his bed as the thunder cracked. He looked around for what had made the sound. His flat was empty except for sn empty owl perch in the corner of Harry's room. Harry grabbed his watch off his nightstand. It was a quarter past three. As tired as Harry was he climbed out of bed. He walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water. He reached in a cabinet and grabbed a small bottle of aspirin. Harry walked to his living room and sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. He set the glass and bottle on the table in front of him. The living room was warm. The heat from the fire filled Harry's flat comfortably. He took to pills from the bottle and downed them with the glass of water. Harry sat there with his head in his hands. There was a loud peck at the window. It was a large barn owl carring a bunch of letters. Harry got up and slid the window open. He caught the stack of mail as the owl dropped them looking for a place to perch itself. Harry closed the window and went to sit back on the couch. He looked through the pile. One was a letter form Headmistress McGonigall asking him to return to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, one was from Kingsley bribing him to come back and be an Auor again. Another was from the Harpies owner begging him to be Head coach. The next was another invite from Cho Chang to go out to dinner. At the bottom of the pile was a howler. Harry looked surprised at getting a howler, but he knew it would happen sooner or latter. He read who it was from: Wesley-Granger. Harry let out a deep sigh as he turned the letter over and opened it. The letter spun in his hands and contorted itself into a giant pair of lips.
"Harry Potter," Molly Wesley's voice rang out, "Why haven't you answered any of our letters? We have been so terribly worried about you." Harry huffed a sigh.
"Harry Potter," Hermione's voice sang lightly, "You really should have responded to our letters. And we are extremely worried about you." Harry let out another sigh.
"Harry James Potter," Ginny's voice boomed, "I swear on my wand that if you don't answer this letter within three days of receiving it I will hunt you down and hex you within an inch of your life do you understand me?" Harry bit his lip as the howler shredded itself. He thought about what Ginny had said. He sat on the edge of the couch. He got up and retrieved a piece of parchment and quill. He scribbled a couple words on the parchment and rolled it up. Harry called the barn owl to him and tied the parchment to its leg. He opened the window and watched the owl fly into the storm. Harry closed the window and walked back to his couch. He picked up the letters and walked into his office. He went back through the letters pondering what job he should take. Along with weather or not he should take Cho up on her dinner offer.