Tired of it!

by monbade

Harry gets tired of the magical world after he killed Voldemort. Mobbed when he goes out by the people in the Alley and Hogsmead. Molly constantly yelling at him to marry Ginny and her trying to run his life. The ministry telling him he is A going back to Hogwarts for his seventh year or B joining the Aurors to help hunt down the rest of the death eaters. So he forms a plan.

4. Chapter 3

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Harry Potter

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Tired of it.

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Chapter three: A day's hard work.

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Harry gripped the rail as the Katie-Jane lurched upwards from the swell of the ocean for his first job on the sea. They had been at sea for one day, and Harry was thanking God for the potion Ian had given him. The anti-sea sickness potion would help his body adjust to the sea over the next week until he wouldn't need it, but had to be taken every day for a week before his body adjusted to the motions. Beside him, the first load of fish was being winched aboard from below and two of the crew was working around the bag as he watched, ordered to stay out of the way and just learn what the crew was doing. The rest of the crew waited as the bag was slowly dragged up and everyone smiled at the load of fresh fish that was hauled onto the back deck. One of the deck hands pointed at a rope tied to the bottom of the bag and shouted out. The man had made Harry nervous because of who he looked like.

"Black! Grab that line and give it a yank."

Harry nodded and with a quick move, he had the cord in hand and pulled the rope with a quick tug and the fish were released into the chute to be processed. He could see multiple types of fish but the primary was cod which would make Ian happy. As the fish poured out, he headed below to the gutting room where he grabbed a knife and started gutting his first fish. Thank God for Ian's potions and all the dissecting he did in detention with Snape. As the fish were gutted he would toss them into the wash basin where they'd be washed and sent below to the cold room.

Up above, the net was back in the water, dragging across the ocean floor picking up its next load of fish for the crew to process.

"Doing good there, Harry," James Wilbur the deck manager said as he stood beside Harry gutting his own fish.

"Lots of practice in biology," Harry replied.

"Don't you mean in detention in potions," James replied.

Harry froze and looked at the man in fear.

"Don't worry, lad, were all squibs on this boat so we know of the magical world. Some of us used to sail under Angus when he had the Whispering Wind."

Harry relaxed and nodded and went back to work gutting the cod he was holding. For the next eight hours, the crew worked tiredly at gutting, cleaning and sorting the fish into boxes for the fish market. While they worked, they talked about their families and how they had been dumped in the local orphanage because they didn't have magic, and hadn't received their Hogwarts letter. One of the men - Timmy Grange, who was pushing fifty - explained how he was originally named Alturas Malfoy and that's why Harry had thought he looked like an older version of Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Timmy explained how his great aunt had kidnapped him from his family home before his great grandfather could have him killed. She had taken him to Peterhead, and had left him in the orphanage where he would be safe. Her plan had worked even if it had cost his great aunt her life, because his grandfather had killed her in his rage. She had left him a bag that was filled with mundane money, so he had something to live on when he was older. He met Angus when he was eighteen, after he had been kicked out of the orphanage.

The work was so demanding that Harry forgot that the day was September First; and far away, a red steam engine was making its way north to an ancient castle with the surviving children of the war.

On the train, Special Head Girl Hermione Granger was walking the train, looking for her best friend Harry Potter. She already knew Ron wasn't aboard because he had entered the Auror Academy to start his training. Beside her was Ginny Weasley who was looking for Harry for another reason, both would be disappointed when he wasn't found. While in another cabin, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom quietly chatted about Harry and Luna had mentioned that Harry was up to his armpits in flying Piketon fish. Neville had looked at the strange girl and shook his head not even trying to figure out what she meant as he assumed the fish was another make believe item she had imagined.

Harry was never happier as he gutted his thousandth fish or what seemed like it. His quick hands and razor sharp knife sliced into the belly of the Haddock as he worked and he glanced at the clock and saw it was approaching six pm. The sound of fish sliding down the ramps had him looking back at the slide to see more fish coming. Up on deck several of the crew emptied the new bag of fish and then wheeled the bag up to be used the next day and checked it for damage. They then headed below to help out with the gutting as Ian turned the boat to another location for the next day. Beside him, the radio was giving the weather report about a force ten gale forming in the far North Atlantic.

For the next six hours the crew processed the second load of fish and then gathered in the ice room to stock it while Harry was sent to the galley to make dinner for them all since he volunteered. Harry fried some boneless chicken breasts and then covered them with a rice and mushroom sauce to simmer. For a vegetable he boiled some corn on the cob and thirty minutes later he called down to the ice room that dinner was ready but the crew was already coming up to eat.

Harry placed the food on the table in the slots for the pans and set about filling his own plate when Ian came in and he offered him a plate after Ian grabbed a cup of hot tea.

"Smells good, Harry," Ian said as he dished up his plate.

"Thank you, Ian. Cooking was one of my chores since I was four at my relatives, and I do enjoy cooking," Harry replied as the remaining four crewmembers came in and took a seat after cleaning up.

"Welcome, Harry. James, how did we do?" Ian said as he turned to his chief of deck.

James Wilbur looked up from his food and reached into his shirt pocket, "One hundred and nineteen boxes of Cod, Haddock, and Monkfish. We also picked up fourteen lobsters and ten boxes of low value fish."

"Good, haul then. Let's try again, tomorrow," Ian ordered and then asked, "Nets are ok?"

"Yes they're fine. Only two tears and we fixed them right away," James replied.

As soon as everyone was finished eating they retired to their bunks. Harry quickly did the dishes and followed suit and was soon in the arms of Morpheus for a few hours. The hours drift by and at six am, the alarm sounds off and Harry rolls out of bed with the rest of the crew. A glance at the clock shows they had less than five hours sleep. Going to the bathroom, he took his second dose of the anti-sea sickness potion Ian had given him.

Across the country in the magical world, an uproar was being felt through the magical world as Harry Potter had not returned to Hogwarts to complete his education nor had he reported to the DMLE to start auror training. A warrant was issued for his arrest by the DMLE. A notice was sent to Gringotts freezing his accounts, not knowing that there were less than three hundred galleons in his account and not the millions plus that originally had been in there.

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Edited By TeNderLoin

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