Standard Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters in this story, expect the ones I create.
The Aftermath in Apartment Complexes
By: Santiva Potter
Summary: While physically the war with Voldemort is over, for a group of friends, mentally it is far from over. With seven years in the past the Ministry is still looking for war criminals and the broken relationships between Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, Susan Bones and Blaise Zabini and Lavender and herself have thrown all of them and their friends into a mental rollercoaster filled with many twist and turns to defeat the most strongest. But will they overcome their troubles and fears or will they leave each other behind? Various pairings.
POV's change for each chapter.
Harry's POV
Chapter 4: The Famous Harry Potter is scared?
That night I got no sleep. So I decided to take the morning off. I could care less if it bothered Kingsley; he'd driven me mad with all of these reports and trips to different countries. Seven years and they're still out there. But this new case was all the more worse. Someone killed Nott and Millicent. But none of that makes any sense. Sure they were both Slytherins but so were Blaise and Daphne and Pansy and Draco. Yet no one was killing them. Well, I guess that's a lie. No one is killing Daphne and Pansy. Blaise, well rat of the death eaters makes him a target almost every time he walks down the street. But Draco, well, even to the Slytherins he's pussy. No one likes him. I think to most Blaise would be an honorable death, Draco's more like a backyard shoot out.
I guess all of this was Voldemort's fault. Had it not been for him, families wouldn't be broken, people wouldn't be dead and my parents, hell they and Sirius would be alive. Tonks wouldn't be gone and Remus might look healthy for once! Its really killing him, everyone dying around him and now Tonks has gone missing. I don't know how he does it. First my parents, then Sirius now Tonks. Everyone he loves. And then there's Mrs. Weasley. The only woman I have to call mum. She's been through hell. First Mr. Weasley, then Percy that little prat. It was only three days before he died did he come around the house. Then Charlie went missing with Tonks. Bill was killed in an ambush and George is in a coma. Why did this all have to happen? Had it not been for all of those deaths, Ron wouldn't have V-Syndrome. Him and a lot of other people. They would be okay and no one would be hurt.
I sighed leaning back on my bed. Hopefully by the next ten years all of this will be a bad dream. Charlie and Tonks'll show up and George will be alright and Ron and Hermione, well they will talk to each other instead of arguing. But even at this point they don't even argue. They don't say anything to each other. I'd rather them argue than this.
Hours passed as I simply sat on my bed thinking about the years that had passed. The DA, Cho, The Order. I wondered where some of those people are. There were enough tombstones to go around, but surely not everyone had met the face of death.
I glanced at the clock and saw that I was almost late for lunch with Parvati. Parvati and I had been going on five years strong now. Often Clare, my secretary would ask me whether I'd pop the question. But I had wondered if I was really ready for marriage. But I sucked it up and did it. I would be happy with Parvati. She smart, beautiful and fun. Sure she can be a pain but every girl is. However Susan didn't buy it. She still thinks I've got it for Ginny. Gin and I we're…….we're dead. It'll never happen again. I wished for it for years, but I let that chapter of me go. After Ron and Hermione the two of us fell apart too. There was somethign missing in our relationship and I could figure out what it was. I never saw her. We just simply grew apart I guess. Yet when I did see her, we fought. We argued about life, Ron and Hermione, and ourselves. We argued until saw that it wouldn't work. Well I saw that it wouldn't work. She didn't want to let it go. She thought that she could still be there. But Ginny, I will admit is a diamond with a tough cut. I've hurt her and brought her through hell through my presence. She convinced me at one point that I wasn't but I saw the truth in the end. I needed to let go.
When I told Susan that she blew up and called me an ass.
"What about the Parvati? You don't think you'd do the same thing to her?"
I had wondered that for many years too. Would someone try and kill Parvati all because she was mine? I didn't want to think about. Susan said I had been making excuses and that I was scared.
"I'm scared? I am scared!?!" I had yelled at her. "That a load of bullshit, Susan. You're telling me that after all I've gone through, all the hell and the death, killing Voldemort himself that I--"
"Yes Harry. The Famous Harry James Potter is scared."
I walked down the streets of Diagon Alley not trying to draw attention to myself. Parvati wanted to meet at Shooting Stars a new restaurant that some of her friends had been to. The Daily Prophet had hailed it as "delicious food and romance for the soul". Romance. Before Parvati I hated romance. For me it had always came at the wrong time. Cho, Ginny.
Bloody hell speak of the devil.
She wasn't looking at me but I'd never forget her face. The first girl I ever fell in love with. My first crush and girlfriend and she smacked right into me. For a minute I didn't even know I was on the ground. But the fact that people with cameras were leaning over me made that quite obvious.
"Oh Harry! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there! Are you alright?"
Cho defiantly hadn't changed. She was still a good bit shorter than me and sweet faced. I gave her a lazily grin.
"You're not the first to knock me in the head."
She laughed. Then I heard some thing I never expected.
"Mommy!"
"Ma!"
"Who is that?"
I looked down to see three girls all with the same curly black hair and bright blue eyes. I looked at the kids then at Cho. She grinned and nodded.
"Congrats!" I said. She smiled.
"Thanks Harry. This is Elizabeth, Rachel and Sara. They're four."
"They're cute too."
"I guess we all were at four Harry."
We both laughed. There was an eerie silence between us and I noticed that the photographers were still snapping away at us.
"So how have you—"
"Surely we should talk later, eh? You won't like what the Phropet'll have to say tomorrow." I suggested. Then I thought of Parvati. Bloody hell she's gonna kill.
"Yeah, you're right. Well it was nice talking to you Harry," she said grinning.
"Yeah you too, Cho. Take care of your selves and the girls."
"I will only if you do one thing for me," she said.
I stopped and gazed at her. Her eyes were filled with care and concern.
"Take care of yourself too."
I nodded. I walked towards the restaurant and a truck full of reporters followed me asking me questions on who she was. I think I let it slip that Cho was my ex-girlfriend. I'll have hell to pay for that.
By the time I got to the restaurant I noticed that Parvati wasn't there. It wasn't like her. She was usually there about twenty minuets before I was supposed to be there. Had she left already?
I asked the lady at the counter if Parvati Patil had walked in and she kindly—almost too kindly—told me no. Sighing I left the restaurant. She must have had some thing to do at the studio. I'd better get to the office, I'm sure that Kingsley will have something to say about me taking the morning off. If not Kingsley then surely Clare would.
I wasn't wrong.
According to Clare, Kingsley had made it his official job to come storming up in down my office in a mad hunt for me.
"After the first couple of times I would think the man would get the picture," I laughed. Clare didn't think it was funny. She had got Kingsley's rant and wasn't very happy about it.
"I'm your secretary Harry not the receiver of Kingsley's Howlers!" she snapped after I saw she wasn't laughing. "And you're needed in Blaise's office. There's been a lot of yelling down there. Brace yourself. Ron's not very happy."
I frowned and then remembered Chirac's words from last night,
"I will be sending one of my personal units to help with this case…….wouldn't to love that Mr. Weasley?"
I groaned out loud and shuffled my feet to Blaise's office which was a floor below mine. The French was the last thing I needed. They always brought some sort of drama with them and I'm sure they wouldn't disappoint.
When I reached Blaise's office Ron was storming out of it. Clearly in the worst mood of his life. He charged right past me. I certain he didn't see anyone but the exit.
"Ron what the hell?" I shouted attempting to get his attention. But nevertheless useless.
"Harry." Blaise's tired voice summoned me into his office. It sounded like I wasn't the only one who didn't sleep last night.
I stepped into the office and turned to Blaise who was sitting at his desk his head between hands.
"What's wrong with Ron?" I asked.
" 'Ello 'Arry."
My entire body froze. The French always brought drama, but Chirac went a little too far. He knows about Ron and his reactions to her. Slowly I turned around and met the face of a beautiful young woman with silvery blond hair and crystal blue eyes. The face of a goddess.
There stood Gabrielle Delacour sister to Fleur Delacour-Weasley. I now could now see why Ron was so pissed.
"What," I started slowly, " in the bloody hell are you doing here?"
The last time I'd seen Gabrielle was with Fleur at Bill's funeral. Hell, that was the last anyone had seen Gabrielle, Fleur or Stephen. Stephen was Bill and Fluer's son. The last time I'd seen Stephen he was four and he kept asking where Daddy was.
There was a really good reason why Ron hated Fleur. After the funeral Stephen refused to stop crying until someone told him where his dad was. It really killed her and Fleur was sobbing all night. She was in quite a mood as well. She'd gotten into a terrible argument with Mrs. Weasley on if she would be staying in London or Paris. The yelling didn't seem to stop and soon it was Fleur vs. the entire Weasley clan. Expect this time there was no Bill to help her. So the next morning she took Stephen and disappeared. I can still remember Ron going crazy screaming about how Fluer was a blond tramp and he wanted his nephew back. No one has seen or heard from her or Stephen since.
You would think that it would be easy to find her, being an Auror and all, but it wasn't. For months we didn't know what happened to her. Until, that is Mrs. Weasley spoke to one of Fleur's uncles, Jacques Chirac. He told her that Fleur had came to him with Stephen and that they were both safe in France. However he did not say where exactly they were. That was something no one failed to notice.
"I'm an Auror Harry," she said softly. My jaw went into a tight lock.
"The 'est there is in France," said a tall brown haired man standing beside her. He must be her partner or something. Finally I turned to Blaise.
"Which one sent them? Jacques or Auguste?" I asked growling.
Blaise lifted a curious eyebrow. I doubt he's ever seen Ron and I so pissed about the same things since the war. "Why?"
"So I know which one I can kill," I growled. Blaise frowned.
"Harry—" Gabrielle went to speak but I silenced her with a harsh glare.
"After seven years, the only thing I want to hear from you is where Stephen is. That goes for the blond bitch of a sister you've got too." I snapped.
The man looked as though he were going to say something but Blaise stopped him with a hand and before the Slytherin could speak a word to me, I left the room slamming the door behind me. The door opened again and Gabrielle was trying to catch up with me.
" 'Arry please! Do listen to me. I want—"
"Not after everything that has happened. It's been seven years since you and that bitch of your sister--"
"Don't call her a bitch!" Gabrielle snapped trying to interupt me but I continued as if I hadn't heard a word.
"--left with Stephen and not telling anyone where they were. That was the last of Bill any of us had left. So excuse my French when I say, go to hell!." I roared and with that a Apparated to the apartments on a mad hunt for the Ron's liqour cabinet.
