Ok here is a Harry Potter story that I've wrote but all credit is to be given to J. for her beautiful writing and creativity that brought with it the magical world of Harry Potter. Hope you enjoy
It has been twenty one years since Harry's scar last ached. In that time so much has happened. Voldemort a distant memory along with each and every horcrux- destroyed never to return. The magical world living once again in a humbled peace, Kingsley Shacklebolt minister for magic, and each Death Eater caught serving time in Azkaban.
Harry has three children. All now in education at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry; two sons and a daughter. James Sirius came first, followed by Albus Severus later to be completed by a beautiful daughter- Lily. Each name in its own a memoriam to a person who had given their life for Harry; his parents, his god father, even his headmaster. But now twenty-one years on life was… magic.
Twelve, Grimmauld place was home. He, Ginny and their three children lived in the invisible to muggles house. Each room completely unrecognisable to when it had been the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. A home like every other magical families; full of love and happy memories. Harry liked living at number twelve, he felt closer to the people he lost… especially his godfather the only true parent he ever had- but also Dumbledore and how without him life really would be different.
Yet his past never leaves him, his defeat of Tom Riddle has made him a headline topic in every history of magic classroom. The story he tried to hide from his children is told year after year. Old Professor Binns enjoys nothing more than to lecture the students with Harry's heroics in his droning voice but, more than that enjoyed welcoming Harry back to Hogwarts as a part of the learning. Something very much enjoyed by both student and parent alike. Though many have tried to bribe Harry with obscene amounts of gold, it has never crossed his mind to sell his story. It's something almost too personal. Him, Ron and Hermione have that journey- twenty one year's still hasn't stemmed their amazement at what they achieved. Ginny knows –she loves Harry, always has- but she also knows that this is something deep within his soul; something that even as a married couple he cannot seem to share; she understands… always has.
Harry makes no exception to the amount of people who have helped; who have been there- though there have been many ups and down he knows without them he wouldn't be Harry Potter. He stays in contact with everyone he can possibly. Neville and Luna. Seamus. Dean. Everyone. The scar he doesn't wear as a medal but more as a memory. Something people stare at, something people feel the need to watch but it is what gave hope all those years ago.
But only a few days ago the past came back for little over a second. A sharp pain through his scar. Something he hasn't felt in twenty one years.