Snapshots of a life-continued, as requested

I Love Rock and Roll-Queen

'Shut up'

I screamed, tears were streaming down my face as I pushed the door open, wand forgotten.

'Harry, Harry, I'm sorry, It wasn't what it looked like... HARRY, comeback, NO'

He screamed my name as I leaped; he had sat there, no thought, about me, or us.

'Harry, Harry, I'm sorry, it wasn't what it looked like...Harry, comeback, NO'

It hadn't been what it looked like; it hadn't been that at all. He'd gone to get a drink from the bar and she had come over, she was talking to me-only talking- but it turned out she was an auror to, except she was from Spain. She suggested she give me her floo address so we could talk to each other about work, work in different countries, it would be good to get an outsider's perspective on things.

But when Harry came back, she was sat right next to me, because I was drawing her a map of our last mission- to explain how it had all happened, how Harry had got out of a trap set by Death Eaters on the run through a new spell that had trailed in the department of mysteries. But when he walked over, he saw her talking to me so intently, and I hadn't noticed, but she had been drinking my drink, then he saw her floo address.

'Cosy?'

He whispered it; eyes closed, then put the glasses down on the table and walked out.

I looked at the street, crowded with late night hordes, drunk, rolling out of the Leaky Cauldron and even some nastier tenants from Nocturnally. But no Harry, I went back in, grabbed my coat, apologised to Monica, my new auror friend and apparated.

I appeared in the middle of the living room, well, he hadn't changed the protection on the apparition spells to block me.

'Harry, what are you on? What the hell? She was...'

'Shut up'

He went through to the next room and slammed the door, I heard a crash.

I screamed, tears were streaming down my face as I pushed the door open, wand forgotten.

'Harry, Harry, I'm sorry, It wasn't what it looked like... HARRY, comeback, NO'

He screamed my name as I leaped; he had sat there, no thought, about me, or us.