After Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I only own Madeline and Hermia, J.K. Rowling owns all the other characters.
Summary: Post-Hogwarts. It is 5 years after the trio graduated, Harry is married and has a daughter, Ron and Hermione haven't talked to Harry since Graduation, and Harry is believed to be dead by most of the Wizarding community. Ron and Hermione were also engaged at one point, but now they aren't.
A/N: I hope that you enjoy the story; this one won't be a one-shot like my other fics. Please Read and Review. I live off reviews and flames. The title might change.
Chapter 1
Harry was sitting on his couch, remembering his years at school. It was nowfive yearssince school ended, and he hadn't talked to either Ron nor Hermione. He was remembering all the adventures that they had had during school, and their graduation.
Hermione had given the end-of-year speech, and all the Gryffindors of that year had had a party afterwards at the Leaky Cauldron. That was the last time he saw them.
"I'm going to bed," Harry said unexpectedly rising from the couch.
"Okay dear," replied the woman sitting on the couch.
"Are you coming Madeline?" Harry asked, stopping at the stairs.
"I will in a bit. Let me check on our lovely daughter," Madeline said as she rose from the couch.
Harry nodded, and went into his room. He changed out of his clothes, and crawled into bed. Once Harry lied down, he fell right asleep.
"I thought that you, Harry, and I were going to live together for a year and travel beforeany one of us got into any career. Why did you go and apply for a job at the Ministry?" Ron yelled.
"Because I couldn't live for a year without working! Besides, we can still live together!" sobbed Hermione.
"Well you could have told us before we planned out our trip!" Ron yelled back.
"Ron, Hermione! Stop it!" Harry yelled.
"Shut up Harry!" Ron and Hermione yelled in unison.
"Ron and I need to sort this out ourselves. Why don't you go back to your own room!" Hermione yelled through sobs.
Harry just stood there stunned. In all the times Ron and Hermione fought, they of course had yelled at him, but they never told him to leave. Normally one of them stormed out of the room, and Harry had to send things back and forth between them.
"Get out Harry!" Hermione shouted.
Harry stormed out of the room and slammed the door. Once two minutes went by, and no more yelling came within the room, Harry opened the door and what happening inside disgusted him. Hermione and Ron were all over each other, and Hermione had her shirt off, while Ron's pants were off.
Harry quietly shut the door, and went back to his room. He quickly packed his bags, and checked out of the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry suddenly woke up. I've got to stop dreaming about that! The past is the past. I have a new life with Madeline and our daughter, thought Harry. With those thoughts in his head, Harry went back to sleep.
"Morning Hun," Madeline said when she saw that Harry was up.
"How are my lovely wife and daughter this morning?" Harry asked as he kissed Madeline on the cheek.
"Me too Daddy, me too!" the baby girl squealed holding her arms up.
"Of course my darling Hermia," Harry said, swooping down and picking her up.
Hermia giggled as her father kissed her cheeks. Harry put her back down in her chair and went to grab some breakfast.
"Here's the Daily Prophet Harry, dear," Madeline said, handing Harry the paper.
Harry laughed silently at the front page.
HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED SIGHTING
Earlier this week, someone reported to the Daily Prophet that they have found the hide-out of You-Know-Who. Read more on the story on page 4.
"They're never going to find him," laughed Harry.
"I know. Read the paper some more. There might be something that will interest you," Madeline smiled.
Harry flipped through the paper to a headline that caught his eye.
MINISTER ANNOUNCES YOUNGEST SON'S MARRIAGE
Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley, has announced the wedding of his youngest son, Ron Weasley. Ron Weasley and his fiancée Hermione Granger are to be married in one month's time.
Ron and Hermione are old friends of the Boy-Who-Lived. There is no news yet on whether Harry Potter will be at the wedding of this time.
For more news on Harry Potter, turn to page 23.
"They forgot to put in that we haven't spoken in 5 years," Harry said darkly.
"And now that they're getting married, they have to talk about you again," Madeline said, sitting down.
"They left me alone for 3 years, and then they have to write about me again," Harry said as he flipped to page 23.
IS HARRY POTTER MISSING?
Reporters here at the Daily Prophet are concerned about the whereabouts of Harry Potter. We haven't had any sightings of Mr. Potter for three years after he left the Order of the Phoenix(A/N: I don't know if the OoP is known to the wizard community if Voldie is in full power)
We here at the Daily Prophet wonder if something fatal has happened to Harry Potter. If anyone has heard from Mr. Potter, please contact any reporter at the Daily Prophet.
Harry snorted and crumbled up the paper. All of a sudden, his scar started to burn.
"I have to go," Harry said, standing.
"Bye dear. I'll see you when you get home," Madeline called as Harry Disapparated.
Harry Apparated home three hours later. He trudged on downstairs into his den that was in the basement. Madeline had taken Hermia to her parent's house for the day, so Harry could stay locked in his den all day.
When he sat at his desk, he took out two pieces of parchment. On one piece, he wrote Dear Ron Weasley and on the other Dear Hermione Granger, soon to be Hermione Weasley. Harry winced at the thought. He was going to straighten everything out with Ron and Hermione, hopefully.
(A/N: the letters really suck, just to warn you, I suck at writing letters…)
Dear Ron Weasley,
In school you were my best mate, but after Graduation, you were the biggest prat.
If you have this letter then that means that I didn't make it during my mission. I cannot tell you my mission, or why I might have died during it. Madeline Potter (my wife) will try to answer any questions that you haveabout my mission.
I know that we haven't spoken since we Graduated, but that is entirely Hermione and yours fault. I sent letters for a year, but you never replied. Since you ignored me, I decided that I needed to move on with my life. You want to know what I became. I became the right-hand man of Lord Voldemort. But this does not mean that I support him, I only kill people if he wants me too, but I do not always the job. So now I am dead after doing one of the 'jobs' that Voldemort wanted me to do, my wife and daughter are alone, and I don't know if my fortune will be enough for them since neither Madeline or I worked.
Hermia, my 2 and ½ year old daughter is my life, either then Madeline, and do you know who she is named after? She is named after none other then Hermione Granger. Hermione and Hermia basically mean the same thing in Greek mythology. Do you want to know why I named my only daughter after Hermione? It's because I loved Hermione with all my heart, and you were screwing her. I only thought that you loved Hermione as a sibling, but I guess I was wrong when I found out that you were 'together' when I came to stay at The Burrow before our 7th year started. I knew that Hermione would never love me that way, so I decided to find someone else who I could love, but I will always love Hermione more then you ever could.
I hope that Hermione and you have a cursed marriage and life. You never deserved Hermione, she should have been mine, but I guess you can't always get the girl. I don't even know why we ever became friends in the first place. I bet that you just became my 'friend' because I was the famous Boy-Who-Lived. I think that that is the same thing with Hermione.
Good-bye and good-riddance,
Harry Potter
Harry re-read this letter many times to make sure it sounded okay before moving onto Hermione's.
Dear Hermione Granger, soon to be Hermione Weasley,
You were one of my best friends, yet you broke my heart.
If you've gotten this letter from Madeline Potter (my wife) then that means that I didn't complete my mission. I cannot give details about my mission, but if you would like them, ask Madeline.
I know that we haven't spoken since we Graduated, but that is entirely Ron and yours fault. I sent letters for a year, but you never replied. Since you ignored me, I decided that I needed to move on with my life. You want to know what I became. I became the right-hand man of Lord Voldemort. But this does not mean that I support him, I only kill people if he wants me too, but I do not always the job. So now I am dead after doing one of the 'jobs' that Voldemort wanted me to do, my wife and daughter are alone, and I don't know if my fortune will be enough for them since neither Madeline or I worked.
Hermia, my 2 and ½ year old daughter is my life, either then Madeline, and do you know who she is named after? She is named after none other you. Yours and Hermia's name basically mean the same thing in Greek mythology. I named my only daughter after you because I loved you with all of my heart, and I still do. Of course I love Madeline, but I will always love you. And Madeline knows that her husband's heart belongs to another woman, but she stood by my side through out the whole way.
I knew that 'we' could never be an 'item' when I walked in on Ron and you screwing at least five times. Did you ever notice my distance during 7th year? The first time I walked in on you was at The Burrow before 7th year. At first I was shocked and a little heart broken because you decided to be with Ron over me. I mean I left clues for you everywhere! I can't believe you couldn't figure it out, and to think, you were supposed to be the smartest witch in our year. Then I found you in my bed of all places! I was disgusted so much that I couldn't sleep in my bed for a month. I was beginning to get irritated that you wouldn't tell me about your relationship. Weren't we 'supposed' to be best friends? I also found you in Neville's, and Seamus's bed. The last time I walked in on you, it was the last time I saw you.
Remember how you told me to leave the room? Well I just hung out by the door waiting for the yelling to stop, but when the yelling did stop, and I opened the door, you wereshagging Ron, yet again. After that, I just lost it. I was so depressed that I went to Voldemort. He accepted me once I proved that I wouldn't kill him, and for the past five years, he has given me assignments or missions without actually giving me the Death Mark. I was NOT a Death Eater, and I did NOT support Voldemort, I was just doing the killing to relieve me off the pain of not having you. I know that Isaid this earlier in my letter, but I want to make it clearer for you. You may explain this to Ron if you wish since I never explaimed it to him.
I want you and Ron to have a cursed marriage and life together for what you did to me. You should have been mine, with me, not with Ron. But I guess you can't always have what you want. One thing I do regret about my life though is that I never could come up with a reason why we became friends. I am thinking that it may have been a better decision to have become friends with Draco Malfoy when he offered it to me, instead of becoming yours and Ron's friend.
Good-bye and good-riddance,
Harry Potter.
There, thought Harry. If anything happens to me, at least I tied some severed ties with Ron and Hermione. Harry tied each letter up, and placed them on the corner of his desk.
"Harry! We're home!" Madeline called from upstairs.
Harry ran upstairs and grabbed his wife and daughter into a hug. They stayed there for a moment until Hermia started to squirm. Madeline let her down, and Harry pulled her into another a hug.
"Honey," Madeline asked.
"Hmm," Harry replied.
"What's up?"
"He wants me to do it tomorrow night," Harry whispered incase someone heard them.
"What does he want you to do?" Madeline asked as she sat down at the table.
Harry sat by Madeline and told her his mission.
"Weren't they…?" Madeline started, shocked.
Harry nodded. "But they're out of my life now so it doesn't matter."
This time Madeline nodded, and Harry lifted her so she sat on his lap. Harry kissed her, and then told her about the letters.
"But Harry, don't think that way! You're not going to die, you will survive so they will never know!" cried Madeline, burying her face into Harry's shoulder.
"Shh. It's just some reassurance. So you'll give the letters to them, Maddy?" Harry assured Madeline, stroking her hair.
Madeline stood and nodded. She went over to Hermia and picked her up.
"Someone needs her nap," Madeline said in a sweet voice.
"Daddy. I want Daddy," cried Hermia.
Madeline shrugged and handed Hermia to Harry. Hermia stopped crying as soon as she was in her father's arms. Harry talked to her as he took her upstairs. Madeline laughed to herself. Harry Potter, you better not die on me tomorrow because if you do, I wont be able to take care of Hermia alone. She shook herself from those thoughts as she sat back down at the table.
Harry spent the next day getting ready for his mission. Soon it was time for Harry to go.
"Bye Harry," Madeline said as Harry stood by the door.
"Bye Madeline and bye-bye Hermia. Now Madeline, you know where the letters are for Ron and Hermione? And the tape for Hermia if anything happens?" Harry asked as he hugged his daughter and kissed her cheek.
"Yes I do Harry," Madeline said as she hugged and kissed Harry.
Harry had the door open and he turned around to face his family.
"I love you Madeline. I always will," Harry said.
"I love you too Harry," Madeline cried.
"Me too Daddy. I love you," Hermia smiled.
"I love you as well Hermy-baby," Harry said before heading out into the street.
He was supposed to collect all of the light from the street lamps, since they lived in a Muggle area, then Disapparate. Madeline was watching from the window and she could see a man with long white hair, and a long white beard. He drew out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Next thing Madeline knew, the man was gone, and her husband laid in the middle of the street, dead.
A/N: Well that was the first chapter.
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