Author's note: Just an idea that popped in my head, I've never really been content with the "epilogue". I know its short but I just wanted to get some reactions before I continued on. So please review but no serious critiques, this is all for fun and hate/harsh mail is a downer. Oh and the lyrics at the beginning are fine on their own but the songs can also be played if you like background music, to you know "set the mood". KK so read on readers...

Disclaimer: Yea if you don't recognize them they're mine, if you do then their not...

I've been beaten down,

I've been kicked around,

but she takes it all for me.

And I lost my faith in my darkest days,

but she makes me want to believe.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.

They call love love love love love

She is love and she is all I need.

She's all I need.

-She Is Love, Parachute

The apartment was cool and dark when he walked in. He could see a glow of light as he walked down the foyer, it grew brighter as he neared his bedroom door. His wife always left the light on outside the door on the occasions she went to bed before he came home. He turned off the lamp and walked to the bedroom trying to make the least amount of noise possible as to not wake her sprawled out on the bed. He never got tired of watching her sleep. Her hair fanned out around her and she griped a pillow as if it were a life raft keeping her from drowning in the big bed. He quickly changed and climbed into bed next to her pulling her closer to him, she was his life raft. Yes, James White considered himself the luckiest man in the world to be married to the woman in his arms. He liked to call Stella his cure because she took away all his pain and made him feel like he wasn't as broken as he actually was.

The light from the moon reflected off his wife's ring, and he reflected how much the ring resembled her. Unlike traditional engagement rings, the large stone in the center of the ring was not a diamond but a sapphire. It was an old fashioned looking ring with the rectangular sapphire in the center and two rectangular diamonds flanking it. It was classic in style, like his wife but still had a eye-catching quality that she too shared. James remembered walking into the store where her good friend worked and he saying that he had just the ring for her. And he was right, she had loved the ring, and even better said yes. Their bands were plainer, she spotted them while out shopping and had turned to him and said that that was the band she wanted and she wanted "Rain or Shine" engraved on the inside. It had seemed like a peculiar request at the time and after he had asked why she didn't talk to him the whole way home from the jeweler's. When they had got home she went straight into the bedroom closet and pulled down a red shoe box. She told him to sit and then sat next to him and out of the shoe box she pulled a valentines card. He had remembered then, it was from their first official valentines day as a couple, he used the term official because their true first valentines day was the day they met. He had forgotten about that day being valentines day and consequently forgot to get a card, by the time he had made it to a store all that was left was a card met for a small child with a puppy on the front and an inside that read "Rain or Shine You'll Always Be Mine" as cheesy as he thought it was, she had loved it. James took off the band he wore and etched on the inside he could faintly read "rain or shine" and that too made him smile.

If you're under the impression I'm alright.

I guess you never noticed.

I guess you might have known

I've been holding this together for so long.

But I guess you might have noticed.

Well I guess you...

-You Might Have Noticed, The Academy Is...

James got up and went to wash his face, he didn't know what it was tonight but he couldn't sleep and he knew that it probably had something to do with the fact that while it was James White that had married the perfect girl and who had gotten up to wash his face it was still and always would be Harry Potter who looked out at him from the mirror.

True the hair color was different and the scar magically concealed but the same green eyes stared back at him. He didn't intend for it to go this far, that was partially untrue, he didn't really know what he had intended. All Harry knew was that he had to get out of England, away from the tragedy left in the wake of the war. It was too much, too much death, too much crying, and too much gratitude. Yes no matter how many lives he might have cost, people still thanked him. Harry had never taken recognition and praise well but this was especially hard to swallow. So after the funerals of those who had fallen were over and talk turned to the future, specifically his, Harry left in the middle of the night. He filled his school trunk and left only a scrap of paper on the table of Grimmauld Place with the note: I'll be fine. He made it to Heathrow Airport deciding against a portkey station where he could be spotted, changed his hair color in the men's room to a blond and covered his scar, and magically confunded his way onto a plane heading across the pond to New York City. Somehow Harry managed to stumble into the wizarding part of the city and got into a bar where firewiskey was definitely on the menu. That was the start of it, his journey that lead him here, because sitting a little down the bar were two men who were discussing a particular problem at their work.

"The company is going to go down the toilet if these new hires don't start showing some ability," the first man grimly said to the second.

"What has our education come too when adult wizards can't ever produce a proper shield charm," the second replied.

"A shield charm? Half those wizards couldn't disarm a five-year-old," scoffed the first, "the man we hired to train them is only prepared to train them protocol, there isn't a possible way for him to train them in basic defense in time for us to dispatch them to the clients."

"One week, I could teach your men to disarm, block, and stun in one week," Harry turned to the men, "I overheard your conversation and I think I could be your solution."

"Hump, why should we believe you, what makes you think you could possibly manage something like that?" the first man asked.

"Give me a week, pay me 200 galleons and if you aren't impressed after the week we part ways, you go back to trying to salvage your business and I go off in search of a new job," Harry offered.

"Young man you have got yourself one week, and if at the end of that we are impressed we can address the possibility of a more permeant arrangement," spoke the second man, "Now, what is your name?"

"James White"

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