A/N: I was told that the original drabble left a lot of intrigue and that snapshots into their past would be a good way to satiate their curiosity, and since I am in no way capable of writing a full blown series on their relationship, nor do I feel trapping them into the lands of 5000 word oneshots and forgetting them after, I felt it best to write a series of vignettes.

Timeframe: 2002-2003, set 11 years before the first snapshot.
Point of View: Ron Weasley, third person limited.

I hope you guys like it!

This story did not start in Mungo's like everybody believes it did, nor did it start in Hogwarts.

It starts on a simple Christmas party back in '03.

"When did that happen?" Ron Weasley, Auror Cadet extraordinaire, pointed to the corner that housed Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass entertaining a messy haired, blue-eyed, four-year old boy.

Now that Ron thinks of it, since when was there a dark-haired, blue-eyed kid in here? The only one he could think of was Teddy, but that kid prefers his eyes green and his hair pink.

He sees the kid's eyes flicker forest green for a moment, before it returned to steel blue.

The fuck? Why's Teddy looking like Harry and Greengrass' kid?

"Huh?" Hermione comments, not looking up from her book. Ron knew he made a mistake for buying her that Wizengamot history book, now he'd never be able to capture her full attention for a week.

At least.

He sighs, then tilts Hermione's head around to the spot he pointed out earlier.

"That."

Hermione wrinkles her forehead, wondering where Ron was heading.

"There's nothing there, Ron. Harry and Daphne are just friends." Hermione tells him, though Ron noticed that it wavered into unsure when she said 'just friends'.

"You sure?" Ron asked, looking over to the instant happy little family. Teddy was sitting in Daphne's lap, Harry was across from them reading some muggle pop-up book featuring some mermaid and a talking crab or something of the sort, he's not really sure, it's something the former Slytherin bought for Teddy.

Hermione told him it was a muggle thing so he shouldn't worry his pretty little head about it. (She actually said the pretty little bit). But still, she's a snake, even if she's 'reformed' or whatever Harry says.

Snakes never change. They simply change their skin.

But, Ron could play nice with the snake for his best mate, especially if she makes him happy.

He hears a cajoling of laughter, he returns his sight back to the trio. Cracking a smile, Ron reinforces that thought.

If she could make Harry continue to laugh like that, he could definitely play nice.

But, that wasn't where the story began.

"What? There's a difference?" Harry asked, a little confused.

"Of course, there's a difference doofus." Daphne smirked, "Like in the morning, you begin to wake up when the sun shines down your face, but you only start to wake up when you step on the floor."

"What?" He uttered, "How did you know that?"

"I've got my ways, now shush."

The story began back in the winter of 2002, with Connie Hammer, then Head of the Auror Department, was yelling up a storm in the middle of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"What in the nine circles of bloody hell do you mean you're tendering your two weeks notice, Potter?!"

If Harry Potter was any other man, he would've cowered in fear and whimpered that it was nothing, and he was just having an off day, but Harry Potter wasn't any other man. Which is why he replied the following.

"My two weeks notice, ma'am. It's usually a letter detailing to one's superior why the employee would want to resign from their work?"

To the aurors staying in that floor, they all must have thought he had a death wish.

To Ron, it seems like Harry's talent for snarking just came back at the most inopportune time.

"Don't get cheeky with me, Potter! Answer the question! Why the fuck are you quitting the DMLE?!" Hammer yelled into Harry's face, the middle-aged woman was already thinking of the ways that this could backfire into her, or worse, into the management of the department. What will the Minister say? Worse, what will the Prophet say?

"Like it's written in the letter Madam Hammer, I was given an opportunity I couldn't turn down." Harry told her calmly; like she wasn't invading his personal space and yelling at his ears.

It seems like Harry mastered the art of not giving a shit anymore. Or he just really wants to die by strangulation at the middle of the ministry.

"What?! An opportunity!?" Hammer gasped, "You're wasting all this-" she gestured around blindly, "You could head this department by the time you're thirty, Potter! And you're wastng it all for an opportunity?!"

"Yes, ma'am." Harry replied, he's faced down worse things than an irate woman. He could handle this, just, he could handle this. "Madam Hammer, if you would want to know my reasons or doing this please do simply read the letter," He with held a sigh as he said this, "If not, I will still leave as stated, but through different channels."

He doesn't really mean it, but it gets the point across. Hammer visibly stiffened at the phrasing he used, unsure on how and when did the man in front of her change from the unsure Auror cadet to being able to threaten her without using words, it was like he was taught.

Hammer nods her head, "I would want a more thorough explanation," she hangs her sentence deliberately, wanting to see if Potter would rise to the bait.

"Of course, ma'am." Harry tells her.

The Head Auror gives him an indistinguishable look, before walking back towards her office.

The silence that followed could be said to be so loud, you could hear a pin drop and Ron, after many years of living with five brothers, learned the best way to destroy that kind of silence.

"Alright folks, show's over. Back to work!" He yelled, as he made his way towards Harry, who was now standing in his cubicle.

"What was that about?" Ron asked, and Harry for the life of him just realised what kind of scene he pulled, laughed out loud.

"Okay," Ron commented, "If you're done being completely mental over there, mate, tell me what was that about, yeah?"

Harry just nods, not being able to coherently form a sentence due to having a laughing fit that wouldn't look out-of-place in a mental asylum.

Ron shakes his head. He's used to crazy nowadays.

To be continued...

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