A/N: Here's the second, and final, part of this story. Lupin let Harry go (isn't he such a nice guy!) because he saw how much Harry was suffering. He didn't go with Harry, and I forgot to think of a reason why. My Bad! Let's just say Moon Madness, and leave it at that. As for the Dursleys, assume Voldemort killed them personally.

By the way, I'm not JK Rowling, although my Animagus form is the rare beast known as the Plot Bunny. It burrows into fanfiction writers' heads and leaves its babies in there, so that they can grow up and spread their own babies. (Actually, that sounds an awful lot like one of Luna's creatures. Hmm ...)

Ten years later ...

The man formerly known as Harry Potter was repainting the sign above the bar, smiling. He was, and had been for the past ten years, happy. No Dark Lords came for him in India, and the most terrifying creature he'd encountered was a runespoor, which he'd spoken to and helped out of the city. It was a nice change, to be known vaguely, but not specifically by name. He'd originally intended to keep going, and head to South America, but when he heard about how speaking to snakes was considered a rare gift, and one that was encouraged rather than vilified, he was happy to settle down here. He didn't even bother to try and get money from Gringotts, because it would leave a trail that could lead British wizards after him. Instead, he'd begun working in a bar, and finally bought and renamed the place a couple of years ago.

"Harry Potter?"

He whirled around, to see a beautiful Indian woman staring at him, shock on her face. He recognised her immediately, and gasped. "Parvati? Parvati Patil?"

She rushed over to him, embracing him. "Harry, you're alive!"

Harry looked her in the eye. "Why wouldn't I be? Hang on a moment." Letting go of her, Harry walked over to the bar and rang the bell. "Last call!" Parvati stood, confused, as the other customers all got up and left. When the last man walked out, smiling, Harry pointed his wand at the door, locking it non-verbally. He grabbed a pair of butterbeers, and brought them over to a table. They sat together, both grinning like madmen.

"Parvati, why did you think I was dead? What are you doing here? Not that it's not good to see you, but how did you find me?"

Parvati chuckled, taking a swig of her butterbeer. "You named your bar 'The Lightning Scar', did you expect people not to find you? When I heard about it last week, and the handsome white Parselmouth who ran it, I had to come and check."

Harry grinned bashfully. "To be honest, I didn't think about it. I didn't think anyone who knew me would come to India, but I forgot about you and Padma. I guess, seeing as the most beautiful woman I'd ever met was Indian, I thought everyone would look as good as you do."

Parvati blushed. "Wow, you've gotten to be pretty smooth, Harry."

Harry smirked. "When you own and run a bar, you pick up on these things after a while. But you didn't answer my other question. Why did you think I was dead?"

Parvati sighed. "That's what the Ministry said. When you went missing instead of showing up to your trial, everyone assumed you'd run away." Harry nodded in acceptance. "With no-one hearing from you at all, Dumbledore declared you dead. Apparently, it was Professor Lupin who told him you were dead."

Harry nodded again, sadly. "I know Lupin saw me that night, when I boarded the plane. I never knew why he didn't drag me away, make me stay and face my trial. As one of Dumbledore's men, and my godfather's best friend, he should have done that."

Parvati nodded solemnly. "I guess he knew how much you needed to get away from Britain, and took pity on you for it. Anyway, after you disappeared, when we went back to Hogwarts, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, a Ministry woman called Umbridge, took over the school. She didn't teach us anything, so Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger started a secret club to teach us Defence properly." Parvati blushed again. "They named it Potter's Army after you."

"Of course, Potter's Army didn't last long. About a month after we were formed, Umbridge caught us all practicing in an abandoned classroom on the seventh floor. Sirius Black and Professor Lupin had snuck into the castle at Hermione's request, to help teach us, and we all knew Sirius was innocent then. But Umbridge arrested Ron, Hermione, Lupin and Sirius."

"WHAT?" Harry found himself exclaiming in horror. He hadn't had the courage to look at any British newspapers since he left, knowing it'd just be more propaganda for the incompetent Cornelius Fudge.

"Sirius got the Dementor's Kiss, right there. Apparently Umbridge knew Sirius was coming beforehand, because there were Aurors and Dementors already there." Parvati was crying, and Harry put an arm round her for comfort. "It was horrible, Harry. Just ... horrible. Professor Lupin was Kissed too ... she said he was a half-breed who deserved it. Then she took Ron and Hermione away, and made the rest of us write out lines using Blood Quills, which carve it into your skin." She held up her hand, and Harry saw the word Traitor scarred on the back of her hand. Instinctively, he kissed it.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I'd stayed ..." Harry began to apologise, but Parvati cut him off.

"It's not your fault, Harry. You couldn't have done anything if you were there, except be locked up too." Harry looked up, questioningly, and Parvati continued. "Umbridge went for Dumbledore next, because he'd been sheltering Sirius and she was sure that he was training us up as his private army. He escaped, and didn't ever return to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione each were sentenced to five years in Azkaban for treason, and sheltering a mass murderer. After that, Fred and George took Ginny and Lee Jordan and did a runner. The rest of us had to behave, otherwise she'd have us carving up our hands again."

"At the end of the year, me and Padma had decided we were going to apply to Beauxbatons or move back to India next year, because we couldn't stand Hogwarts anymore. With Umbridge running the school and basically torturing students in detention, and not learning much in any class from all her meddling, there wasn't really a reason to stay there. But then it was all over the Daily Prophet that You-Know-Who was back, and he attacked the Ministry. Dumbledore fought him there and drove him away, but the Minister and several Aurors were killed by You-Know-Who."

Harry looked shocked. Why would Voldemort break into the Ministry? What did he think was in there that he wanted? "Fudge is dead? Who's Minister now?"

Parvati held Harry's hand. "Don't you get any British newspapers? After Lucius Malfoy was arrested for being a Death Eater, an Auror called Kingsley Shacklebolt became Minister. Malfoy had been trying to become Minister himself, but with his arrest his plans fell through. Minister Shacklebolt's a much better Minister, a lot more active too. A proper wartime leader, Padma described him as. Umbridge was arrested, and Dumbledore reinstated as Headmaster of Hogwarts. Shacklebolt had Ron and Hermione let free from Azkaban, and the Weasleys and Grangers moved to France. From what I heard, Ron and Hermione got married, and they have a son called Harry Sirius Weasley."

Harry was beaming at the news, proud of his friends. "I'm happy for them, they suit each other. Although to be called Harry Sirius and have the Weasley Twins as uncles ... that boy will be a proper troublemaker when he starts school!"

Parvati laughed with him, and Harry acted on instinct. He leaned forward and kissed Parvati passionately. After a millisecond's hesitation, she kissed him back.

Parvati broke away from the kiss first and stood up, and Harry began to worry. "Sorry, I shouldn't have ..." But the rest of his sentence was cancelled when she sat on top of him and began to kiss him again, more passionately this time. She pushed Harry down onto the bench, and began to unbutton her shirt while straddling him.

- (Insert lemon here, because I don't write that way) -

Harry and Parvati were lying on the floor of the bar, drenched in sweat. Harry kissed her, before standing up and pulling his trousers back on. Parvati pulled on her own shirt, buttoning it up quickly.

"Harry, that was incredible." Parvati was out of breath, with a large grin across her face.

Harry was beaming just as much. "I love you, Parvati. I've been in love with you for about eight years now, ever since the Yule Ball back in fourth year, but I didn't know how to tell you before. You're the real reason why I moved to India. If I'd wanted to disappear, I would have gone to Mexico, or Brazil, and no-one would ever have seen me again. But instead I came here, knowing you'd be able to find me."

"Harry, I ..." Parvati began to talk, but Harry gently put a single finger on her lips.

"Parvati, I need to know if you feel the same way about me, or if I'm just kidding myself right now. Please, can you just tell me now if you can see us ever having a future." Harry looked dejected, and Parvati realised that he'd spent years thinking about whether or not he could ever have a future with her.

"Harry, I love you." As soon as she said those three words, Harry rushed over to her and kissed her again, the most tender and caring kiss she'd ever had. In that kiss, Harry was conveying all of his happiness and love, and Parvati understood.

A few minutes later, Harry sat back down at the bar, with Parvati cuddling him. "What happened after the end of fifth year?"

Parvati tensed for a moment, before explaining. "You-Know-Who's forces began to attack, doing hit-and-run attacks that were basically messing up the entire country. People were being killed in their homes by Death Eaters, but this group called the Order of the Phoenix were attacking the Death Eaters at every turn. Apparently, they were Dumbledore's secret society, and Minister Shacklebolt is a member."

"Just before the start of sixth year, there was a big fight in Diagon Alley. A large group of Death Eaters, led by Bellatrix Lestrange, attacked Gringotts Bank, and the Goblins, the Order and the Aurors teamed up to fight against the Death Eaters. Lots of people died, but the Death Eaters were all killed. Another attack at St. Mungo's Hospital was also intercepted by the forces of the Light, leaving You-Know-Who with a much smaller force. After that, I heard that something Dark was found in Bellatrix's Gringotts Vault, which was the reason they attacked the Bank. When it was destroyed by the Goblins, apparently it weakened You-Know-Who enough for Dumbledore to kill him in an attack You-Know-Who led on Hogwarts the night before we all left for school."

"So, Voldemort's dead for good?" Harry was relieved to hear the news that the monster who killed his parents and tried to kill him was dead, and hoped that Voldemort had suffered. He was also pleased to see Parvati didn't flinch at the name. "That's the second best piece of news I've heard in my life."

Parvati looked at him quizzically. "What's the best piece of news then?"

Harry smiled shyly at her. "You saying that you love me."