LORD VOLDERMORT IS DEAD!
HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED IS NO MORE!
YOU-KNOW-WHO HAS BEEN SLAYED BY THE CHOSEN ONE!
It had been a month since Harry Potter had killed the Dark Lord at the battle of Hogwarts. Harry, along with his two best friends Harmione Granger, and Ron Weasley were sitting in the Leaky Cauldron pub in London drinking tall frothing tankards of beer to drown the memories of their fallen comrades. After seeing so many people killed at the hands of Voldermort or his followers, the golden trio had trouble sleeping at night. The nightmares came in a flood of screaming, tossing, and finally waking in a cold sweat. It seemed numbing the pain under the influence of alcohol was the only way to cope.
The three just sat at the table, not saying a word. Harmione had been kicking around an idea for a few weeks now, but wasn't sure how to explain it. It was rather obvious they needed an escape. A way out. A break from the constant reporters, and the flashes of the cameras. She decided to just pluck up the nerve and try to explain her idea.
"Anybody wan't to go to America?" she asked quickly, mentally slapping herself for the odd way she proposed her plan. Ron looked up from his pewter tankard. "What you on about Hermione?"
It was past the point of no return now. "Listen. Both of you." The two boys lifted their heads to give their resident bookworm their full attention. "We need a break. We need a vacation. I was at the library last week and found some books on the United States. It used to be tradition that witches and wizards go on a world tour after graduating school. Maybe a change in scenery would lift our spirits up."
Harry and Ron didn't say anything, but she had a point. They were turning into drunkards. Something needed to be done.
"We could get a portkey to New York city, and visit the American Ministry, then we could visit the sites of the Salem which trials, and maybe try and find a Tommyknocker in a coal mine in the mountains..."She went on and on about the various sites to visit, and how much fun it would be. The two boys liked the idea of escaping England for a while. They didn't know much about magical America, but they knew they preferred to stay to themselves and not be bothered by outside happenings.
Harry mused to himself "Maybe nobody will know who I am...No chosen one...no boy who lived...I could just be Harry."
Harmione was glad he was liking the idea. She knew how Harry hated the popularity of being who he was.
Ron seemed to be lost in thought, with his eyes glazed over. He muttered to himself, not realizing he was speaking out loud. "Yah, Las Vagas, Strip bars, The Playwizard masion...OUCH, Sorry Harmione!"
She glared at her boyfriend and watched him rub his arm where she had punched him. "Anyway," she continued "if we want to take the long way, we could take an airplane! Your father would be thrilled to hear about flying in jet!"
The three were looking excited now. New places, new people. No war. "Yah, I can fund the trip!" Harry said "Harmione can plan it out, and Ron can be our designated drunk!"
Harry looked a little self conscious then "Suppose we can take Ginny with us? That way we can be even in terms of gender? Like, if me and Ron want to do something, but you girls want to do something else, we dont have to fight over what we do?"
Ron had come to terms that Harry was Ginny's boyfriend by this time, and seen that if Ron would have is girl along, that Harry should have his. Molly Weasley would take some convincing, but it could be done.
The three stayed up most the night making plans. When they arrived back at the Borrow, everybody else was still asleep, so they crept upstairs as quiet at they could, and went to sleep.