Disclaimer- I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Even if she screwed up the ending. Nor do I own the songs that I use they belong to those artists. I make no money from this. Just want to entertain people.
A/N- This story takes place 5 years after the final confrontation with Voldemort. For the sake of my story Ron never came back to help Harry and Hermione. So that means that Harry got out of the lake by himself, Ron was not at Malfoy Manor, and Harry and Ron never made up. The story will mostly take place in the present time of the story but there will be a couple of flashbacks. Each of the chapters will be inspired by at least one song sometimes more. I will let y'all know what they are at the end of each chapter. If you haven't figured I don't like Ron for a couple of reasons. They will be extremely obvious in the story. I hate the way the books ended Ron and Hermione/ Harry and Ginny make no sense whatsoever. I have taken ideas from other fan fiction stories I have read so please don't say that I am stealing them. I give full credit to those authors. Well let's start the show.
Pictures of You
Chapter 1- Pictures of You
5 Years Ago-
It's finally over. He's dead. Harry thought. The Great Hall was completely silent. Everyone was in shock that Lord Voldemort was dead. The Dark Lord that for such a long time had terrorized all of Wizarding Britain had finally met his end.
Then there were deafening roars and cheers coming from everyone. Everyone except the remaining Death Eaters. They just laid their wands down and gave up. Some ran off but most decided that it was not worth it to run anymore, the Dark Lord was gone.
I have to go find her and tell her how I feel about her. She's always been there unlike Ron. I love Hermione Granger., thought Harry as he was looking for the brunette with the "bushy" hair. Although it really wasn't bushy anymore, it was more like loose curls.
Then he saw her. No! No! Why?! The sight that Harry saw almost made him throw up. Ron and Hermione were kissing. Then Hermione opened her eyes and saw him.
Harry thought that his world had come crashing down. The girl he loved was another man's arms. His former best friend's arms. The man that Harry had come to hate almost as much as Voldemort himself.
I have to get out of here. That's when his anger boiled over. And with a loud CRACK! he was gone.
Everyone stopped celebrating and looked at the spot where The Chosen One had just stood. No one was supposed to be able to apparate in Hogwarts. But what they didn't know was that Harry had such a great amount of power that his anger unleashed it all and his power overwhelmed the wards that Hogwarts had.
No one saw Harry Potter for the next five years.
Present Day- Houston, Texas
Harry Potter looked at the naked girl next to him in the cheap motel room they had rented for the night. They had too much to drink the night before and decided to get a room and have sex there. Harry had already dressed and was about to leave when the girl woke up and said, "Where are you going James?"
Harry had been going by the name James Evans ever since he had left Britain. "I am just going to go get us some breakfast", he replied lying through his teeth.
Harry had grown accustom to this routine, he'd get really drunk and have meaningless one night stands with girls that he didn't even know. He regretted it every time he had woken up. He never remembered their names or how exactly he managed to stay sober enough to have sex.
Harry had left the Wizarding world behind. He lived as a muggle since he knew that no muggle was going to recognize him and blow his cover. He did have a few wizard friends here in America and they knew who he truly was, but they never cared. They knew him as just Harry or James depending on the situation.
He put the key in the door of his average apartment and went inside. He lived in a one bedroom apartment in downtown Houston. It wasn't the nicest apartment but it was a home. The first thing he did was to go lay down on his bed. His head was killing him from all the alcohol the night before.
While lying down he started to think. Harry hated when he didn't have anything to do because his mind would drift to the past. He'd think about his friends and about a certain brown-haired angel. He had left them all except for two people that he knew he couldn't just abandon. The only times he would go back to Britain would be to see them. He always went for Teddy Lupine's birthday.
Harry knew what it was like to grow up without parents and without his godfather so he vowed to not let Teddy experience that pain. He saw the other person by association to Teddy. Andromeda Tonks was the only adult witch in Britain that had seen Harry since his disappearance. They knew where Harry lived but they would not say a word to anyone and act like they had no clue where he was.
On these trips to Britain, Harry did it the muggle way. He would buy plane tickets and travel under his alias. Once he got to Britain he would drive to Andromeda and Teddy's house and spend at least days with his godson. He would then go back home the same way he came.
There he laid thinking. He then sat up and looked in drawer of his dresser and got out some pictures. They were pictures of his days from Hogwarts and a few that he had of his parents, Sirius, and Remus. He sat there looking through them until he got to the one that broke his heart every time he looked at it. It was a picture of him and Hermione. It was taken the summer before the Horcrux hunt at Bill and Fleur's wedding reception. He also had one of the Golden Trio taken at about the same time but the traitor's face and body had been ripped out of that picture. The Harry in the picture kept on pushing the Ron in the picture out every time he tried to get back in.
The phone then rang and startled Harry.
"Hello?" said Harry.
"Hey James its Luke. I got tickets to the Astros game tonight. You want to go? They're playing the Cardinals." Luke said. Luke was a muggle friend of Harry.
"Hell yeah. I'll meet you at the park at four. That way we can catch batting practice", replied Harry.
"Alright I'll see you there. Later" Luke said before he hung up.
Harry was excited. He had grown to love the game of baseball since he had settled down in Houston. He loved going to the ballpark and watching the Astros. He went as often as he could. His apartment was covered with Houston Astros merchandise. He had posters and pennants everywhere. His favorite was that of Jeff Bagwell and Craig Biggio. His two favorite baseball players.
Harry decided to take a nap until he had to get ready to go to the game. As he faded into darkness his mind wandered to the brunette that held his heart.
3 days ago- London, England
Hermione Granger was in office at the Ministry of Magic. She was head of the Muggle Liaisons Office so she always had a lot of work to do. She was working on a few projects when she heard a knock on her door.
As she opened the door she said, "Oh, Minister how nice to see you. Please come in".
Kingsley Shacklebot stepped inside and said, "Thank you Hermione. Please call me Kingsley, I've told you so many times already. Why do you have to be so polite?"
"That's just the way I am Minister", Hermione replied teasingly. "So to what do I owe the pleasure, Kingsley?"
"Well, you know about the conference in Houston right?" Hermione nodded. "Well I've decided that you are going to be the head of our delegation. You, Susan Bones, and Ginny Longbottom will be going as our representatives" said Kingsley with a smirk. He knew what was about to happen next.
"As much I as I appreciate the offer, I have too much work to do here" Hermione said pointing to the stack of papers on her desk.
"Well too bad. Look Hermione, you over work yourself. You need some time away for here, so you're going. This non-negotiable. If you behave you may not even have to take as much time off as I am about to say. When you return you will take a month's paid vacation." Hermione was about to argue but was cut off. "I said this is non-negotiable. That's final. Now go home and get ready you leave in two days. Have fun" Kingsley said as he was leaving the room.
"Damn it! Why do I have to do this?!" said Hermione before gathering her things and going home to get ready.
Present Day- Houston, Texas
Hermione had been in Houston for a day and the conference was two days away. She tried to relax but her thoughts kept going to back to a black-haired boy with piercing green eyes. Just then Ginny came bursting through the door of Hermione's room.
"Get dressed. We're going out" Ginny said.
"Where are we going? You don't know anything about Houston, how are we supposed to get around?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"These witches were telling me of the muggle club/bar called Tric. They are supposed to have this really good musician and great drinks" Ginny said excitedly.
"Ginny your married don't you think Neville would be mad if you went out to a club?" asked Hermione.
"No. Because I told him we were going. Now get up and get dressed" said Ginny and ushered Hermione into the bathroom so she could get ready.
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At the same time and pair of guys had just come out of Minute Maid Park. Home of the Houston Astros.
"That was an awesome game. A walk-off grand slam. Doesn't get any better than that!" exclaimed Luke.
"Yeah it does. Pujols got hurt. That was hilarious. That dumb piece of shite needs to learn how to slide right. He's out for the season according to their website" said Harry with glee. He hated Pujols with a passion. "Well I got to go to work" said Harry with a sigh.
"Man when are you going to sign with a major label instead of playing shows at Tric? They pay you well but you could be famous if you wanted" Luke said.
"I don't want to be famous that's why I play at Tric. I like being low key and underground." Harry said with a bit of annoyance he always had this argument with Luke.
"Alright well I guess I'll see you later then. Have a good show." With that Luke left.
Harry then got into his car and drove the five minutes that it took to get to Tric. He would start his set in thirty minutes and play for an hour. Music was a way for Harry to let go of his emotions. All the pain and heartache came out when he sang. Maybe that why he was so popular. But he didn't care he just wanted to play.
Thirty Minutes later
"Please give a hand to Tric's own James Evans!" said the announcer.
The applause was deafening. Harry or James Evans was a well known underground artist in Houston and his shows were always packed. He played five nights a week. Mostly covers of songs but a few originals.
"Thank you. First I am going to play a song that is one of my favorites. It's by The Cure, it's called Pictures of You. So here we go" said Harry as he started playing his acoustic guitar.
I've
been looking so long at these pictures of you Remembering Remembering If only I'd thought of the right words Looking so long at these pictures of you There
was nothing in the world
That I almost
believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my
pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All
I can feel
You standing quiet in the rain
As
I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell
in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your
fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You
were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
And screamed at the
make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all
your courage
To let it all go
You fallen
into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were
stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always
so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow
drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold
for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But i
never see anything
I
could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right
words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of
you
But i never
hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be
true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel
you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I
ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my
pictures of you
Hermione, Ginny, and Susan had entered the club right at the end of the song and were mesmerized.
"Wow that was amazing" said Hermione. "I wonder what his name is."
That was when Harry looked up to the crowd and said. "Thank you. I'm James Evans for those that just came in."
Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. It couldn't be. She would recognize him anywhere then she saw the scar when he flipped his hair. "Harry?!"
"What?!" Ginny and Susan both said looking at Hermione.
It was going to be a long night.
A/N So this chapter was inspired by "Pictures of You" by The Cure. Also by "Picture" by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow. I will update as soon as I can. At least once a week. I just started college again so please forgive me if it takes me a little longer. Review if you want.