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Prologue
Harry Potter sat in his 13th floor apartment, on his favorite leather couch, waiting for his friends Hermione and Ronald Weasley to come over. They had gotten married right after the end of the war. The one year anniversary for the end of the second war would be in two nights and Harry would have to make an appearance at the Ministry.
Harry was a young man approaching his nineteenth birthday. He had messy raven black hair that reached to just below his shoulders. If anything his hair had only gotten messier over the years, but he wasn't complaining, the ladies seemed to love it. His vibrant emerald eyes glowed with an unearthly light. He had finally reached an average height of 6'1" and the definition in his muscles was visible through the green t-shirt and faded torn up jeans.
You see, Harry Potter is not your average teenager. Not only did he have an entire floor of a London skyscraper as his apartment he was a wizard and a very famous one at that. He is the wizarding worlds "Chosen One" and "Savior". According to the wizarding world he ended two wars single handedly. Harry knew that this was untrue and that if not for his mother's sacrifice, his friend's loyalty, and the Order of the Phoenix he would have died long ago.
But today was a relatively normal day in the life of Harry Potter. Hermione had convinced both Ron and he to visit the dentist for the first time in both of their lives. No matter how much the two boys tried to explain the wonders of magic to her, Hermione refused to believe that magic could get rid of all the plaque that plagued ones mouth. In the end they gave up, like they always did, and were scheduled in her parent's dental office for today.
As he did on most of his days off, Harry read. Not that he got much time away from the office, being in Auror training was grueling work and Quidditch practice for the World Cup had already started three months ago, but when he did get time off Harry like to sit back and immerse himself in a good book. Now, Harry was not nearly as crazy as Hermione and was of the firm opinion that spell books and the like where to be used for studying time, not relaxation time.
A while ago he may have flooed Ginny on his days off, but they had broken that off about a month ago. She was a great girl and they were still friends, but they were both better friend material than dating material.
For the past week Harry had decided to stay inside and read a book called Twilight, the first in a series. It was a muggle novel; he found that muggles had some of the best imaginations, which had some very interesting ideas about vampires. The four slummy guys from Port Angeles had cornerd Bella, When the doorbell rang. He buried his face into the book trying to will his friends away, but it was no use and the chiming of the bell became more insistent as he waited.
Harry picked up his wand and pointed it at the door muttering some unlocking spells. A head of brown fuzzy hair walked in first followed by a mop of orange. They hadn't changed much in a year. Ron was a bit taller and more filled out, and Hermione was glowing. She was five months pregnant and expecting a baby girl.
"C'mon Harry," said Hermione, "We don't want to be late." She was already headed out the door before Harry could respond.
"Hey!" yelled Harry, "wait up. Let me just finish this chapter."
Hermione's eyes lit up and Ron groaned. She walked over to the seated boy and took the book from his hands. She examined the title and a frown crossed her face.
"Why are you reading something like this Harry?" asked Hermione. "It serves absolutely no educational purpose."
"Can't I read something because it's fun?" asked Harry as he took the book back. "At least I'm reading." He shot Ron a look, and the red head tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Whatever," Hermione huffed, "if you want to read that trash bring it with you and read it in the waiting room."
"Uggh," exclaimed Ron, "waiting room! Why do muggles wait to get their teeth poked?"
Soon the threesome was in a beige painted waiting room listening to soothing music and water running from the miniature water fall.
"Do they want to make us use the loo?" asked Ron gesturing to the water.
"No Ronald," Hermione said in the tone of voice she reserved for when Ron was being dense, "it's to calm people down."
"Why would they need to calm people down?" asked Ron as he shot a nervous look at the water. As if it was trying to lull him into a false sense of security.
"Some people," Hermione began slowly choosing her words carefully, "get a bit nervous when they come to the dentist office."
"Nervous?" Ron asked, "Why?"
"Well, some of the tools are a bit intimidating, but in the hands of a professional there is nothing to be frightened of."
Hermione went on to explain all of the muggle torture devises and there uses while Ron became more pale by the minute. Harry had tuned the two of them out and was trying to focus on his book. After a while Ron was called and Hermione left with him to hold his hand. It was only Harry and two other strangers in the waiting room and Harry's mind began to wander. He imagined what curses he would use against a vampire and nothing inventive came to him. He could always chop off its head and burn it.
He was so occupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice at first when the girl to his left drew a wand and shot an orange curse at him. By the time Harry realized what was happening he only had time to throw up a weak shield. Thankfully the shield held up and he was able to shoot some curses back.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry heard it, but it didn't come from the girl in front of him. He turned and saw the man who was seated to his right shoot the sickly green curse at him. Harry tried to jump away, but he was too late. The Killing curse hit him on the arm holding his wand at the same time a purple curse hit his left arm that was still clutching onto his book.