Hey everyone, this is my first time at writing a fanfic. I've been spending a lot of time reading some really good stories on this site and eventually was tempted to give it a stab. I have no prior experience in story writing and plan on working on this only when I have time. I chose to write about Harry and Cho because they have always been my favorite ship next to Harry and Hermione, Two relationships that were destined not to be. This story takes place post deathly hallows and you will see many familiar faces although some personalities may have changed as everyone was affected in different ways by the war. Any and all reviews and criticisms are welcomed.

All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

Dedicated to LogicalRaven

Prologue

Harry Potter had been called many things in the last 4 months. For many, he was still "The boy who lived" and "The chosen one". To others he was "The boy who let others die for him" or "The cowardly one". In his younger years, the constant attention and fame had annoyed him to no one. Now, every time he was praised, Harry felt nothing but pain. Each thank you he received brought back memories of everyone that he had lost.

Mad-eye Moody was gone, blasted out of the sky while protecting Harry.

Lupin and Tonks were also gone, leaving behind their son. Every time Harry had visited Teddy, he could not help but see shades of both of his parents in the small infant. Teddy's face would constantly change in appearance , due to his mother's metamorphmagus abilities that he had inherited, However what would always remain the same was the infant's wise, knowing eyes, the same as that of his father's.

Fred Weasley was gone. The Weasley family was left utterly broken. The Burrows, had once been alive and welcoming, full of laughter and mayhem now it was nothing but a dilapidated shadow of what it once was.

Their faces replayed over and over in Harry's thoughts and dreams alongside the faces of Ted Tonks, Severus Snape and everyone else that he knew had died for him or because of him.

After the defeat of Lord Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard of all time, Harry Potter only wanted to lead a normal life. Of course, being a wizard means nothing could ever be truly normal. After the war, many could hardly remember what normal was supposed to have felt like. For Harry, all he could do was focus on work, which seemed to have no end. Being one of the newest Aurors, he was trusted to clean up the last remnants of the dark lord's regime, flushing out any Death eater's in hiding and locating left behind dark artifacts that could be potential traps or weapons. In the last few month however, Harry had subdued multiple wizards and witches that tried to capitalize on the Ministry's restructuring and Instability to get away with using dark magic for their personal gain. Reports however showed that such incidents were continuing to increase at an alarming rate throughout not just Great Britain but the rest of the world as well.

Many of Harry's fellow Aurors, including his best friend Ron Weasley and his friend Neville Longbottom were selected to be a part of a joint task force by the International confederation of Wizards, alongside elite wizards from other countries around the world, the task force was currently traveling abroad from country to country in the hopes of capturing or eliminating any traces of Voldemort's forces. Their mission was being carried out in secrecy and so contact with them had been rare and as of recently, nonexistent.

Harry had barely managed to step into his cramped office when a ministry owned owl flew through his window and landed on his unorganized and messy desk. Harry had not been in his office for over week as he had been out on one field assignment after the next and because of that his desk was stacked full of half filed reports as well scrolls with information of other cases needing investigating. Harry made his way over to the owl and untied the piece of parchment attached to its foot. He barely noticed it flying away as he unrolled the parchment.

Harry, I have passed off all the cases you were working on to other Aurors. Come to my office immediately to discuss your next assignment. – Kingsley

The Minister for Magic wanted to see him? Harry knew Kingsley Shacklebolt had been incredibly busy since taking up post as the Minister for Magic, His radical overhaul of the Ministry had led to overwhelming praise from many but also outspoken criticism from others as well. The few times Harry had spotted the minister he would always be surrounded by advisors, his staff members as well as foreign dignitaries being bombarded with suggestions, ideas as well as questions. If Kingsley wanted to see him now, something incredibly important must of have happened. Harry glanced at his desk and all the scrolls and reports had vanished. For the first time in months, Harry now only had one mission.

Harry stood in front of the minister who was seated behind a grand mahogany desk. Harry noticed that despite the amount of work and pressure Kingsley was undoubtedly under, the minister still carried himself calmly. It reminded Harry a lot of Dumbledore, Hogwart's late headmaster and Harry's mentor.

" Harry, How have you been?" Asked Kingsley in his slow, assuring voice.

"Good Sir, you wanted to speak with me?" replied Harry.

"Yes, A situation has come to our attention that requires immediate attention." Kingsley said as he looked directly in Harry's emerald eyes. "Lucius Malfoy was murdered today."

Well that's the end of the prologue. Chapter 1 will bring more details on what happened as well as more backstory on what has been going on in the wizarding world that may have led to Lucius's murder. We will also be introduced to the other main character of this story as well. Stay tuned and please review and point out my many MANY mistakes that I'm sure I've made.