Precious

Author: ficfant

Summary: Harry's growing up. No longer the angry adolescent (although some anger still lingers in him) he' s got his dream job, done the job he'd been destined to do...Now what? What was he supposed to do now with his Precious gone? Loneliness takes him.

Harry Potter was no longer an angry adolescent struggling to keep the world safe. I take that back- he was still trying to keep the world safe. After his conquering of Lord Voldemort, then his graduation, the only thing on his mind was getting back at all the Death Eaters who were still around. The one's who killed his precious. And Sirius. Dumbledore'd had been at Harry's side during all of the events that occurred. Harry was beyond grateful for that. Without Dumbledore and his wisdom and knowledge...Harry wouldn't have beat Lord Voldemort. Harry realized and admitted this in his heart but he couldn't yet bring himself to tell Dumbledore.

It had been a month since his death and the wizarding community was flaunting this with most happiness. Harry didn't blame them, but somehow, he couldn't join in. It was like losing a part of himself. All his life, there had been someone tailing him. Someone watching...someone who gave him his name. Harry had voiced this to Hermione once and her reply was exactly as he had expected. "Harry that's ridiculous! You made your name. When you joined Quidditch, the sorcerer's stone the-" "Do you see the connection?" Harry had asked her. She frowned and Ron put in his say. "Yeah, they all have something to do with Lord- You-know-who."

Harry didn't bother to correct people nowadays. Was there really a point? Who would listen. In fact, since his defeat of Lord Voldemort, the ministry had been waiting on him hand and feet trying to get on his good side. Harry was utterly pissed with them and told them to keep their bloody hands away from him. (Meaning the servants.) It was also to credit Dumbledore, that Harry was an auror now. Not that he didn't have what it took, but the Ministry wasn't exactly looking for Harry Potter to join thier ranks. And Harry wasn't exactly thrilled to. He wanted very much to go off alone and kill the remaining ones...but Dumbledore refused.

Most (close to Harry and Albus) had noticed how close they had been getting. It was like father/son. But Harry knew better...he knew it wouldn't last. It never did. His dad, Sirius...he couldn't bare to lose Dumbledore too...not when his precious was already gone.

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