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Chapter 1
The small village of Godric's Hollow had been in the pages of The Daily Prophet for countless years. Since the night of the Dark Lord's visit to the village several years before to the climatic battle between Voldemort and the Boy who lived. That ended more favourably than the Dark Lord's previous visit. And life had returned to normal for the inhabitants of the small village. Which was surprising for all? They expected people to visit there all the time. Godric's Hollow was the home town of Harry Potter after all.
The hero of the second war was at the moment making his dinner in the house he called home. On the outside it seemed a normal two up two down detached house. Double Glazing, oil tank behind the house, a garden, a car in the drive way. This was just for visual purposes for the non magic people of the village. Of course they knew that they had wizards for neighbours but the muggles all agreed that it was a nice thought of the "Awfully polite, handsome man" who lived there. In the inside of the house was another matter. There were the normal muggle things of course. Electricity, TV, DVD player, Music system. They were just in a room that was massively oversized for the size of the house. Every room was the same. Enlarged, spacious and comfortable. Bookcases lined the walls of the study. A massive King size double bed was in the master bedroom. There even was a Quidditch pitch out the back garden (magically enchanted of course that the local muggles couldn't see a thing.)
The owner of the house was at this moment making his dinner while he had some paper work to do. Being Harry Potter after all enabled him to be able to bring his paperwork back from the Auror office and as the Ministry's top auror, he had a lot of paperwork to do. And that's mainly all Harry Potter had in his life now. His job.
Voldemort had been killed leaving Harry exhausted. The scar that had been the calling card of Voldemort years ago had closed and sealed leaving an unblemished forehead. The portrait of Professor Dumbledore had said that with Voldemort gone, all traces of him would be. Harry still had the parseltongue talent but the scar had gone. And though he had wished that he did not have it during his younger years, now it was gone, he found that he missed it. The only other thing he missed was his wife. Draco Malfoy had seen to that. Seeing the ash that was his master on the battlefield had sent the young pale faced man into madness. He had kidnapped the newly wed Mrs Susan Potter (nee Bones), and in what could only be described as barbarous killed the young woman. Unfortunately it was not as painless as an AVADA KEDAVRA. It was using muggle methods. It was Harry that had found her, barely alive, cut from knife wounds and a gunshot wound to her stomach. Harry had held her as she told him she loved him and passed away. He didn't grieve right away. He made it his purpose to find Malfoy.
The battle between the two was short and brutal. Malfoy was a powerful wizard. But Harry was a powerful wizard being driven by revenge and love for his wife. Malfoy didn't stand a chance. It was only with the intervention of Harry's work partner Ron and half the Order of the Phoenix that stopped him literally ripping Malfoy apart. Malfoy was now in a solitary cell deep within the bowels of Azkaban. Specially trained and enchanted house elves were his only visitors and that was only to be delivered his food. Other than that He was totally alone and solitary. Draco Malfoy was the second person that Harry Potter wanted dead.
Now he lived alone. Knowing that in his solitude he wouldn't get a loved one hurt again.