The Aftermath
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
This fic is about situations that occur starting 6 months after the defeat of Voldemort. Harry has become a skilled Auror, Ron a professional quidditch star, and Hermione is working for the Ministry of Magic. Now onto seeing the trio together (although Ron is a little late).
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Hermione was already outside Harry's office. She looked impatient, but still in a good mood.
"You're ten minutes late," she said, trying to look serious but some how not being able to pull it off.
"Well, excuse me Ms. Granger," Harry replied, not even trying to sound too serious, "but its been a strange night. Either way, you know I wouldn't have been late if it wasn't important. I hate having to stay in late every fucking night. It's a real pain in the ass. But this was important."
Hermione's chocolate brown eyes now grew more serious. "It must have been important. What happened? Someone hurt? Bring someone in? Argument with Percy?"
Harry smiled as the started to walk downstairs to the exit. "There was an arguement with Percy, but it was brief. I did find a wanted man, but he brought himself in to me, and I'm going to help clear him."
Hermione grinned and started with her 'I know everything' tone. "That's not very Auror like, now, is it? Who are you clearing?"
"Draco Malfoy."
Hermione stopped grinning. Actually, she just stopped walking period. "Did you just say Draco Malfoy?"
Harry stopped with her and turned to face her. "Yes, I said Draco Malfoy. The same Draco Malfoy that we cursed numerous times throughout school. Oh, and don't forget about how many times I broke his nose in 7th year. Wasn't fifteeen?" Harry chuckled and stopped to see Hermione wasn't.
"Why would you want to clear an asshole like him? Don't forget that for 6 fucking years, he called me a mudblood!" Hermione had tears in her eyes. She wasn't all out crying yet, but it didn't look to far behind.
Harry pulled her into a hug. He started to speak more softly. "When he appeared in my office, I was going to curse him into oblivion. But he claims innocence, and I believe him."
Hermione didn't speak. She just wanted to hug Harry. She was dissapointed when he pulled away and they started walking.
Harry was the first to talk again. "I do have good news."
Now Hermione was curious. Good news from Harry? Since when does that ever happen? She spoke while drying her eyes of her useless tears, but still in a steady voice. "What is it?"
"Ron is back tomorrow!" Harry said, not knowing what to expect as Hermione's response.
Her voice lowerd into a 'not again' tone. "Krum?" she asked.
Harry just smiled and replied bluntly, "Krum."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "That little arse is to predictable. His mom's gonna kill him."
"He's still alive from last time he knocked out Krum," Harry said, now laughing.
"He's got to learn to control himself."
"If I was conveniently there, I would have knocked him out, too," Harry said. "It got really annoying when he wouldn't stop owling you in sixth year. Then he sent that Howler asking why you didn't like him the way he liked you. From that point on, all through DA I was pretending to use all of those spells on Krum. I once even read up a spell that turns your enemy into a large pile of shit."
"That's disgusting, Harry," Hermione stated as the stepped out into the rain. "Walk, ride, or apparate?"
"I've going to ride. No point in having Sirius' old motorcycle if I'm not going to use it. Wanna come with?"
Hermione looked at Harry smugly. "What do you think, Potter?"
Harry smiled, now soaked. "See you at home then."
Hermione gave one last grin and with a *pop*, apparated home.
Harry hopped on the bike that once belonged to his godfather.
'Sirius, if you could see me now,' Harry thought.
He sped away from the Ministry.
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Harry opened the door to his flat. Hermione was already on the couch reading. Harry smiled.
"You're too predictable," Harry said. "What are you reading this time?"
"If you have to know," Hermione said in a mock-annoyed voice, "it's just a muggle novel I happen to have."
Harry now smiled. "What kind of novel would that be Ms. Granger? It wouldn't be a kissy kissy novel would it."
Hermione threw a magazine at Harry (looked like the latest issue of Latest and Greatest in the Wizarding World: Your Guide to the Hottest New Wands, Broomsticks, Cauldrons, and Much More!). "Won't you ever just grow up, Harry?"
Harry now tried his best to look thoughtful without laughing. "Maybe tomorrow."
Hermione just rolled her eyes ('She does that alot,' Harry thought). "Speaking of tomorrow, what time is Ron coming in?"
Harry said, "Around 11 o'clock tomorrow night."
There was a pause. Hermione spoke after a few minutes. "You know Ron's not going to be happy about you backing Malfoy."
Harry was now very serious. "Draco needed my help. I'm not going to let an innocent man got to be executed."
"And how do you know he's innocent?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged. "I guess I just felt it. Being an Auror gives you kind of a sixth sense. You can always tell the innocent from the guilty."
"How do you plan on proving anything to the Council of Elders at the appeal?"
She was looking at him as if she already knew the answer, even though she didn't like it. Harry just stared back. He finally spoke. "You and Ron are going to have to testify on Draco's behalf. The Council knows that it is a rare case for an Auror to try and clear any wanted man, especially a Death Eater. For more convincing, I need them to understand that I've never liked him, but I still trust him now. That's where the testimonies of you, Ron, and me come in. And as far as Ron is concerned, he'll kick my ass later but he'll still help me for the appeal."
Hermione knew that was coming, but she was still stunned. Memories of everything that Malfoy had said to her in the past started swarming back to her. All the nights she spent up in her dormitory crying. Then she realized she was crying then. She also realized she didn't care.
"Fuck him!" she said in between sobs.
Harry walked over and embraced her in a hug. "If I didn't think he had changed, I wouldn't ask you to do this. You know that, don't you? If anyone ever hurts you, you know what happens to them. They either get cursed halfway to Japan or they get something broken. Know one is going to hurt you. Especially not Draco Malfoy."
She just nodded. She knew Harry was right. Of course, she would have believed anything he said while he was hugging her. She loved him to death. She had know idea why she didn't tell him. She just didn't. All of the sudden, with Harry's next words, everything was made so much easier.
"I love you, Hermione."
She was in heaven with those words. If she had died then, she wouldn't have cared. She knew that Harry loved her, and that was enough.
"I love you, too, Harry."
With that, Harry lifted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers. At first, she wasn't sure what to do. The only time she had ever been kissed was in third grade when Barty York kissed her under the misteltoe at their class Christmas party. And that wasn't even more then a friendly peck. But she slowly started to kiss back. When his tongue began to press past her lips, she welcomed it.
They stopped kissing what seemed like a forever from when they started, even though they both thought it ended to soon. They just stared into each others eyes. Hermione had always been hypnotized by those emerald green eyes, and even though this time was the same, one thing seemed to be different. This time, he was staring with equal desire in her brown eyes.
Harry was the first to blink. "Well, uh, I better be getting to bed."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Harry was looking at her, confused. She sighed. "You never go to sleep this early. You're not tired. Just shy." She put her hand on Harry's. "Don't be," she said. "You don't have to be anymore. And neither do I."
Harry nodded. He knew this. "I know. I'm still going to bed. I have something to do. Good night. I love you."
He said his last sentence softly, yet it some how pierced Hermione. It didn't hurt. It just had an impact everytime he said it.
"I love you too. Good night."
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Harry pulled out the parchment he would use. Sirius had been dead for a little more than 7 years. Harry still wrote letters to him. He told his dead godfather about his life and what happened.
He dipped the quill in the ink. He wrote to Sirius about what had happened with Draco. He didn't leave out a single detail. Then he wrote about how Ron did what Ron was best at: get in trouble. He laughed while writing this. And then he mentioned Hermione.
When Hermione and I got home, the strangest thing happened. Well maybe not strange, just surprising. I told Hermione more about Draco and when she started crying, I hugged her and told her I loved her. I meant it, as I've mentioned to you several times. I just let it out tonight though. Then she told me she loved me too. You may have expected that since before you were dead, but I didn't. Then all of the sudden it made perfect sense to me. She has loved me all along as I loved her. I didn't expect any of this. But I like it.
You're God-Son
Harry J. Potter
Harry sat back. He missed Sirius. His death was one of the several reasons Harry finally decided he wanted to be an Auror. He had executed many Death Eaters himself. But now, there was one person who could have been a Death Eater that Harry couldn't kill.
And it was his worst enemy.
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
This fic is about situations that occur starting 6 months after the defeat of Voldemort. Harry has become a skilled Auror, Ron a professional quidditch star, and Hermione is working for the Ministry of Magic. Now onto seeing the trio together (although Ron is a little late).
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Hermione was already outside Harry's office. She looked impatient, but still in a good mood.
"You're ten minutes late," she said, trying to look serious but some how not being able to pull it off.
"Well, excuse me Ms. Granger," Harry replied, not even trying to sound too serious, "but its been a strange night. Either way, you know I wouldn't have been late if it wasn't important. I hate having to stay in late every fucking night. It's a real pain in the ass. But this was important."
Hermione's chocolate brown eyes now grew more serious. "It must have been important. What happened? Someone hurt? Bring someone in? Argument with Percy?"
Harry smiled as the started to walk downstairs to the exit. "There was an arguement with Percy, but it was brief. I did find a wanted man, but he brought himself in to me, and I'm going to help clear him."
Hermione grinned and started with her 'I know everything' tone. "That's not very Auror like, now, is it? Who are you clearing?"
"Draco Malfoy."
Hermione stopped grinning. Actually, she just stopped walking period. "Did you just say Draco Malfoy?"
Harry stopped with her and turned to face her. "Yes, I said Draco Malfoy. The same Draco Malfoy that we cursed numerous times throughout school. Oh, and don't forget about how many times I broke his nose in 7th year. Wasn't fifteeen?" Harry chuckled and stopped to see Hermione wasn't.
"Why would you want to clear an asshole like him? Don't forget that for 6 fucking years, he called me a mudblood!" Hermione had tears in her eyes. She wasn't all out crying yet, but it didn't look to far behind.
Harry pulled her into a hug. He started to speak more softly. "When he appeared in my office, I was going to curse him into oblivion. But he claims innocence, and I believe him."
Hermione didn't speak. She just wanted to hug Harry. She was dissapointed when he pulled away and they started walking.
Harry was the first to talk again. "I do have good news."
Now Hermione was curious. Good news from Harry? Since when does that ever happen? She spoke while drying her eyes of her useless tears, but still in a steady voice. "What is it?"
"Ron is back tomorrow!" Harry said, not knowing what to expect as Hermione's response.
Her voice lowerd into a 'not again' tone. "Krum?" she asked.
Harry just smiled and replied bluntly, "Krum."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "That little arse is to predictable. His mom's gonna kill him."
"He's still alive from last time he knocked out Krum," Harry said, now laughing.
"He's got to learn to control himself."
"If I was conveniently there, I would have knocked him out, too," Harry said. "It got really annoying when he wouldn't stop owling you in sixth year. Then he sent that Howler asking why you didn't like him the way he liked you. From that point on, all through DA I was pretending to use all of those spells on Krum. I once even read up a spell that turns your enemy into a large pile of shit."
"That's disgusting, Harry," Hermione stated as the stepped out into the rain. "Walk, ride, or apparate?"
"I've going to ride. No point in having Sirius' old motorcycle if I'm not going to use it. Wanna come with?"
Hermione looked at Harry smugly. "What do you think, Potter?"
Harry smiled, now soaked. "See you at home then."
Hermione gave one last grin and with a *pop*, apparated home.
Harry hopped on the bike that once belonged to his godfather.
'Sirius, if you could see me now,' Harry thought.
He sped away from the Ministry.
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Harry opened the door to his flat. Hermione was already on the couch reading. Harry smiled.
"You're too predictable," Harry said. "What are you reading this time?"
"If you have to know," Hermione said in a mock-annoyed voice, "it's just a muggle novel I happen to have."
Harry now smiled. "What kind of novel would that be Ms. Granger? It wouldn't be a kissy kissy novel would it."
Hermione threw a magazine at Harry (looked like the latest issue of Latest and Greatest in the Wizarding World: Your Guide to the Hottest New Wands, Broomsticks, Cauldrons, and Much More!). "Won't you ever just grow up, Harry?"
Harry now tried his best to look thoughtful without laughing. "Maybe tomorrow."
Hermione just rolled her eyes ('She does that alot,' Harry thought). "Speaking of tomorrow, what time is Ron coming in?"
Harry said, "Around 11 o'clock tomorrow night."
There was a pause. Hermione spoke after a few minutes. "You know Ron's not going to be happy about you backing Malfoy."
Harry was now very serious. "Draco needed my help. I'm not going to let an innocent man got to be executed."
"And how do you know he's innocent?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged. "I guess I just felt it. Being an Auror gives you kind of a sixth sense. You can always tell the innocent from the guilty."
"How do you plan on proving anything to the Council of Elders at the appeal?"
She was looking at him as if she already knew the answer, even though she didn't like it. Harry just stared back. He finally spoke. "You and Ron are going to have to testify on Draco's behalf. The Council knows that it is a rare case for an Auror to try and clear any wanted man, especially a Death Eater. For more convincing, I need them to understand that I've never liked him, but I still trust him now. That's where the testimonies of you, Ron, and me come in. And as far as Ron is concerned, he'll kick my ass later but he'll still help me for the appeal."
Hermione knew that was coming, but she was still stunned. Memories of everything that Malfoy had said to her in the past started swarming back to her. All the nights she spent up in her dormitory crying. Then she realized she was crying then. She also realized she didn't care.
"Fuck him!" she said in between sobs.
Harry walked over and embraced her in a hug. "If I didn't think he had changed, I wouldn't ask you to do this. You know that, don't you? If anyone ever hurts you, you know what happens to them. They either get cursed halfway to Japan or they get something broken. Know one is going to hurt you. Especially not Draco Malfoy."
She just nodded. She knew Harry was right. Of course, she would have believed anything he said while he was hugging her. She loved him to death. She had know idea why she didn't tell him. She just didn't. All of the sudden, with Harry's next words, everything was made so much easier.
"I love you, Hermione."
She was in heaven with those words. If she had died then, she wouldn't have cared. She knew that Harry loved her, and that was enough.
"I love you, too, Harry."
With that, Harry lifted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers. At first, she wasn't sure what to do. The only time she had ever been kissed was in third grade when Barty York kissed her under the misteltoe at their class Christmas party. And that wasn't even more then a friendly peck. But she slowly started to kiss back. When his tongue began to press past her lips, she welcomed it.
They stopped kissing what seemed like a forever from when they started, even though they both thought it ended to soon. They just stared into each others eyes. Hermione had always been hypnotized by those emerald green eyes, and even though this time was the same, one thing seemed to be different. This time, he was staring with equal desire in her brown eyes.
Harry was the first to blink. "Well, uh, I better be getting to bed."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Harry was looking at her, confused. She sighed. "You never go to sleep this early. You're not tired. Just shy." She put her hand on Harry's. "Don't be," she said. "You don't have to be anymore. And neither do I."
Harry nodded. He knew this. "I know. I'm still going to bed. I have something to do. Good night. I love you."
He said his last sentence softly, yet it some how pierced Hermione. It didn't hurt. It just had an impact everytime he said it.
"I love you too. Good night."
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Harry pulled out the parchment he would use. Sirius had been dead for a little more than 7 years. Harry still wrote letters to him. He told his dead godfather about his life and what happened.
He dipped the quill in the ink. He wrote to Sirius about what had happened with Draco. He didn't leave out a single detail. Then he wrote about how Ron did what Ron was best at: get in trouble. He laughed while writing this. And then he mentioned Hermione.
When Hermione and I got home, the strangest thing happened. Well maybe not strange, just surprising. I told Hermione more about Draco and when she started crying, I hugged her and told her I loved her. I meant it, as I've mentioned to you several times. I just let it out tonight though. Then she told me she loved me too. You may have expected that since before you were dead, but I didn't. Then all of the sudden it made perfect sense to me. She has loved me all along as I loved her. I didn't expect any of this. But I like it.
You're God-Son
Harry J. Potter
Harry sat back. He missed Sirius. His death was one of the several reasons Harry finally decided he wanted to be an Auror. He had executed many Death Eaters himself. But now, there was one person who could have been a Death Eater that Harry couldn't kill.
And it was his worst enemy.