What have I done with myself?

"Oh my goodness it's Harry potter!" squeaked a girl at her mother

I'm never going to live this down, Harry thought to himself.

In fact harry potter was a young adult that had been thinking a lot lately.

Voldemort was defeated, and this is what he had spent such a long time waiting for, a time when he wouldn't have death's shadow following him. Yet victory was not all it claimed to be.

In short, life for Harry had taken a downward turn at the death of his nemesis.

The problem was, well apart from having no job, it was that Ginny had left him.
Well that wasn't the complete truth.

The bigger problem was that he had little memory of anything after his 6th year, he had vague memories but nothing really substantial.

So in his desperation harry had decided that he should make a list of all his problems.

Sitting in a corner booth of a coffee house, with a coffee in front of him that looked like it had been made from sludge, He started to write.

Where is ginny?

Why can't I remember anything much?

No job

Nowhere to stay

No goals in life

No true friends

Starring down at the list for quite a while, Harry thought he had enough and decided to do something about it. Luckly for him althought he didnt realise it yet was that doing something about it knocked off a goal on his list.

Getting up and wandering down the street, harry decided that he would need to go get some money out of his vault from gringotts.

After arriving at diagon alley and walking down the main road, harry felt strange. Some people where starting at him an awe, like harry was used to. Yet others had sneers on there face when they say him.

Wondering what he had done to get such a mixed reaction from everyone harry attemped to ignore it and continued his way to gringots.

Wandering though the gringots doors harry was glad that this place had never changed at all, in fact harry had a feeling that this place never changed.

"Hello, I am Harry Potter I was wondering if I could get some gallons out of my vault." Harry told the nearest goblin.

"Money...your vault?...but sir, your vault is empty, I'm sorry I can not help you with that request" the goblin replied.

"Empty. All of it." Harry asked, a little afraid, he'd never had no money in the wizarding word.

"I'm afraid so sir."

Harry left the bank feeling more confused then he had when he first entered, and so he got out his list.

Find out where all my vault money has gotten to.

Harry was getting the distict feeling that he was missing a lot here since he knew he couldn't have ever spent all that money and not have anything to show for it.

In fact now that harry thought about it, his clothes where not exactly made of the finest material either.

Harry needed somewhere to think, and the money he paid the coffee with was his last.

What harry needed was everyone to stop staring at him and someone to tell him what he has been up to lately.

He thought about stopping and asking someone but that idea was quickly discrarded, as he saw a photographer wandering up diagon alley.

Harry had 2 choices.

Wait till the photographer got here and hopefully get some information out of him

Run down knockturn alley and hide where no one would notice him

When the man with the camera noticed him, harry saw a glint in his eye that he didnt like and it took every nerve he had to stop his legs from carrying him off down diagon alley.