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). By the way, Ron didn't actually appear last time. Sorry about that. He will finally get here this time. R&R you spotted dogs!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neville Longbottom looked up from his desk. Harry was walking in the door. He gave a little wave and sat down. Neville put his Daily Prophet down.
"Not that this isn't all well-appreciated," Neville said, "but why are you here? It's only 9 AM. Your shift doesn't start for another 3 hours."
"Don't remind me," Harry said. "I've got to confirm arrangements for Draco Malfoy's appeal to the Council today. Plus, I'm handling training in E Class today."
Neville looked confused. "Draco's making an appeal? And you're arranging it? Well, hell, now I've seen everything."
Harry smirked. "I'm just as confused as you are. But an innocent man isn't getting executed."
Now Neville laughed. "What makes you think he's innocent? His father was the head Death Eater and we know enough about his past to make an old woman drop dead."
"I don't know why I think he's innocent. He just is. Well, I'm heading to E Class." Harry stood and was going out the door.
"Watch out in E Class, Harry," Neville called to Harry. "I hear someone very familiar might be there."
'Like who?' Harry thought. He didn't turn around again. He kept going down the hall. He'd just have to find out when he gets there.
Neville chuckled and picked up his newspaper again. "An interesting class that will be. Interesting indeed."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry was on the Auror training level underground. This would be his first time doing E Class Trainees. He'd only ever done B Class, so E should be more advanced.
He opened the door to the training room. "Good morning all of you. If I'm not mistaken, all of you are newly part of E Class," said Harry, not looking up from the progress sheet on his clipboard. As he looked up, he couldn't help but groan at who he saw. Cho Chang was in Auror training.
Ever since her fifth year crying fits, Harry stopped liking Cho so much. She was still beautiful (actually, she was HOT!), but always a little bitch, intent on making your day as bad as hers.
Harry nodded his head toward her in greeting. "Cho. Didn't know you were interested in becoming an Auror. Of course, if you've made it as far as E Class, you must be talented."
Cho smirked, trying to grin, but somehow not being able to do it with Harry around. "I'm ok, I guess. Still a few months from done with training, but I'll get there."
Harry spoke professionally now, "Just remember. When group training is done, you'll have two years of apprenticship. The Minister will suit you with the Auror he thinks is suitable to continue developing your skills."
"I know," Cho said. "Who'd Fudge pair you with, way back when?"
"Mad-Eye Moody."
"Really? I'm sorry," Cho said, showing her ignorant side.
Harry blinked. "Sorry about what? Moody is a great man and a great Auror. He's not as scary as some think. In fact, I'm glad I was paired with him."
With that, Harry turned to the rest of the class.
"Remember, you are all still E Class. You don't move on to Apprenticeship until after H Class, so as far as I'm concerned, you're all still beginners. Today, I will show you two curses that I myself took years to master. It took me so long because I made the curses. But curse creating was all part of my apprenticeship, so teaching you that would be over-stepping my boundaries. Dumbledore approved these curses for me to teach you. With that in mind, Mr. Patterson, could you please get the dummies out?"
A 19 year old wizard got out the realistic looking dummies.
Harry now spoke again. "Note, all of you, that these dummies are filled with a blue liquid. It is the thickness of blood for the illusion of blood. It is not going to poison you or cause any skin conditions. It purely dissolves after 10 or 15 seconds. Therefore, if you get any on you, don't mind it at all."
Harry pulled out his wand, his trusty weapon for almost 12 years (tomorrow being his birthday). He pointed it at one of the dummies.
"Reylus Mhysterihoso!" he shouted. What looked like a yellow arrow shot out of the wand and went straight throught the dummy that was 150 feet away in about 2 seconds. Blue drained out of the dummy.
Harry enjoyed the classes reaction to the speed. Most of the class barely saw anything except for a bright streak. Harry finally decided to speak. "The Arrow Curse. Very effective in cases where you must injure the enemy quickly. If you have great aim, you may kill with this curse. Now I would like you all to try."
The class took about an hour of practice with Harry behind them shouting out comments like "Remember the prununciation!", "With aim like that you'd be lucky to hit an over-weight troll!", and "We're looking to hit your enemy, not the poor owl!".
After about an hour and still only about a fifth of the class mastering the spell, Harry decided to move on. "I'm not surprised that so little of you mastered the curse. It is extremely complicated. But now we'll move on to a spell that may even be harder. The Aquaria Curse. Mr. Patterson, would you please bring in the next set of dummies."
The young wizard rolled out the rest of the dummies. Harry again pulled out his wand and shouted, "Nikilik Karpius!"
A water ball about the size of a softball shout out of the wand. The class noticed it got bigger and bigger as it went toward the dummy. When it hit the dummy, it was slightly bigger than the dummy itself. As it hit, there was a cloud of blue on impact that just floated through the air as if it were in the water. So did the pieces that were left of the dummy.
Most of the class gasped in awe. One 18 year old witch fainted. A group of boys shouted about how cool it was ("Did you see that?!?! That was awesome!!!).
"The Aquaria Curse is easier to dodge, but so much more effective, than the Arrow Curse. The reason I teach you these two curses is not a mystery to some of you, but to others it is."
The class listened intently to Harry.
"Those two curses were the key to the destruction of Lord Voldemort."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By the time the class was out (and many unsuccessful trys at the Aquaria Curse. Only two people made a water ball, and even those weren't effective), Harry figured it would be a good time to see Dumbledore, and then Draco.
After a few short words with Percy, Harry entered Dumbledore's office. It wasn't unlike his office at Hogwarts, except no statue that opens to a staircase. Even Fawkes was there.
"Ah, Harry. Just who I wanted to see," Dumbledore said. He greeted Harry with warmth. Apparently, he had good news. "I have spoken to the Council. Although they were hesitant to even think about letting another possible Death Eater go, they have agreed to the appeal. It will be tomorrow at 10 AM."
"Great. Now that we know we can pull off this much, think I could have a word with Draco. I figure he should know."
Dumbledore grabbed a key. "Of course. Of course. Come with me."
He led to a room full of cells. Some were occupied by wizards and witches, some by magical creatures, and some were unoccupied. Then they came upon Draco's cage and Dumbledore unlocked it. Draco looked up from a book he was reading.
"Harry. Minister Dumbledore," Draco greeted them. He sat up from his bed. He had obviously been treated ok (The Ministry had the decent holding cells. Azkaban was a different story.)
"Good news, Draco," Harry said. "We could have you out of here tomorrow. Hermione's agreed to testify, although she was hesitant. Apparently she hasn't forgotten a word you've ever said to her."
Draco looked ashamed of himself. "Then she won't forget my honest apology. I guess that can wait until tomorrow. And what about Weasley?"
Harry shrugged. "We don't honestly know yet. He won't be here until late tonight. We'll just have to figure that out then. You'll know tomorrow."
"I guess that's as good as I can get for now," Draco said, smirking. He couldn't believe the shit he was in.
"Well I'll be going back to work now," Harry said after a few more words with Draco and Dumbledore.
As he was leaving, he heard Draco say, "Thanks, Harry."
Harry turned. He looked at the guy he once saw as an enemy. What he saw was a new friend. "No problem," was all Harry said. With that, he turned and went back upstairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Work was no more than uneventful. Harry did answer a call in the fire about a reported Death Eater sighting. Then the child's mom's head appeared in the flames and explained her son was just trying to get his sister arrested. Normally there was a fifty Galleon fine for prank calls or knowingly false reports, but Harry let it slide.
He and Hermione apparated home that night. They were home by 10:30. As they were readying for Ron's arrival, Hermione touched Harry's hand. All he had been doing was tidying up the pillows on the couch.
Harry looked up. Hermione definitely had something on her mind. No sooner had Harry come to this decision that she nervously sighed. "Harry, should we tell Ron what has happened between us? How we're a pair and everything?"
Harry just smiled. "I don't see why not." They both knew that was a lie. They knew exactly why not. Ron liked Hermione just as much as Harry did. And this was ample reason to cause problems.
But Harry knew that hiding it from Ron would just cause problems.
Harry grabbed a hold of both of Hermione's hands and grinned. "How about this? We can tell him tomorrow, after the appeal."
Hermione thought about it. Then she smiled back. She understood where Harry was coming from. Hiding their relationship would be, not only difficult, but dangerous to the trust in their friendship with Ron.
"Ok, Harry," she said. "Tomorrow we tell him."
They shared a quick kiss and then looked at the time. It was already about 11 o'clock. About 5 minutes later, they heard someone in the hall and then the door started to open. When a the first sign of the color red was at the door...
"RON!!!"
There, a tall red-headed Ron Weasley stood at the door, smiling.
"So, what I miss?"
That's when Harry started to explain everything that didn't include romantic relationships with best friends.
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). By the way, Ron didn't actually appear last time. Sorry about that. He will finally get here this time. R&R you spotted dogs!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Neville Longbottom looked up from his desk. Harry was walking in the door. He gave a little wave and sat down. Neville put his Daily Prophet down.
"Not that this isn't all well-appreciated," Neville said, "but why are you here? It's only 9 AM. Your shift doesn't start for another 3 hours."
"Don't remind me," Harry said. "I've got to confirm arrangements for Draco Malfoy's appeal to the Council today. Plus, I'm handling training in E Class today."
Neville looked confused. "Draco's making an appeal? And you're arranging it? Well, hell, now I've seen everything."
Harry smirked. "I'm just as confused as you are. But an innocent man isn't getting executed."
Now Neville laughed. "What makes you think he's innocent? His father was the head Death Eater and we know enough about his past to make an old woman drop dead."
"I don't know why I think he's innocent. He just is. Well, I'm heading to E Class." Harry stood and was going out the door.
"Watch out in E Class, Harry," Neville called to Harry. "I hear someone very familiar might be there."
'Like who?' Harry thought. He didn't turn around again. He kept going down the hall. He'd just have to find out when he gets there.
Neville chuckled and picked up his newspaper again. "An interesting class that will be. Interesting indeed."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry was on the Auror training level underground. This would be his first time doing E Class Trainees. He'd only ever done B Class, so E should be more advanced.
He opened the door to the training room. "Good morning all of you. If I'm not mistaken, all of you are newly part of E Class," said Harry, not looking up from the progress sheet on his clipboard. As he looked up, he couldn't help but groan at who he saw. Cho Chang was in Auror training.
Ever since her fifth year crying fits, Harry stopped liking Cho so much. She was still beautiful (actually, she was HOT!), but always a little bitch, intent on making your day as bad as hers.
Harry nodded his head toward her in greeting. "Cho. Didn't know you were interested in becoming an Auror. Of course, if you've made it as far as E Class, you must be talented."
Cho smirked, trying to grin, but somehow not being able to do it with Harry around. "I'm ok, I guess. Still a few months from done with training, but I'll get there."
Harry spoke professionally now, "Just remember. When group training is done, you'll have two years of apprenticship. The Minister will suit you with the Auror he thinks is suitable to continue developing your skills."
"I know," Cho said. "Who'd Fudge pair you with, way back when?"
"Mad-Eye Moody."
"Really? I'm sorry," Cho said, showing her ignorant side.
Harry blinked. "Sorry about what? Moody is a great man and a great Auror. He's not as scary as some think. In fact, I'm glad I was paired with him."
With that, Harry turned to the rest of the class.
"Remember, you are all still E Class. You don't move on to Apprenticeship until after H Class, so as far as I'm concerned, you're all still beginners. Today, I will show you two curses that I myself took years to master. It took me so long because I made the curses. But curse creating was all part of my apprenticeship, so teaching you that would be over-stepping my boundaries. Dumbledore approved these curses for me to teach you. With that in mind, Mr. Patterson, could you please get the dummies out?"
A 19 year old wizard got out the realistic looking dummies.
Harry now spoke again. "Note, all of you, that these dummies are filled with a blue liquid. It is the thickness of blood for the illusion of blood. It is not going to poison you or cause any skin conditions. It purely dissolves after 10 or 15 seconds. Therefore, if you get any on you, don't mind it at all."
Harry pulled out his wand, his trusty weapon for almost 12 years (tomorrow being his birthday). He pointed it at one of the dummies.
"Reylus Mhysterihoso!" he shouted. What looked like a yellow arrow shot out of the wand and went straight throught the dummy that was 150 feet away in about 2 seconds. Blue drained out of the dummy.
Harry enjoyed the classes reaction to the speed. Most of the class barely saw anything except for a bright streak. Harry finally decided to speak. "The Arrow Curse. Very effective in cases where you must injure the enemy quickly. If you have great aim, you may kill with this curse. Now I would like you all to try."
The class took about an hour of practice with Harry behind them shouting out comments like "Remember the prununciation!", "With aim like that you'd be lucky to hit an over-weight troll!", and "We're looking to hit your enemy, not the poor owl!".
After about an hour and still only about a fifth of the class mastering the spell, Harry decided to move on. "I'm not surprised that so little of you mastered the curse. It is extremely complicated. But now we'll move on to a spell that may even be harder. The Aquaria Curse. Mr. Patterson, would you please bring in the next set of dummies."
The young wizard rolled out the rest of the dummies. Harry again pulled out his wand and shouted, "Nikilik Karpius!"
A water ball about the size of a softball shout out of the wand. The class noticed it got bigger and bigger as it went toward the dummy. When it hit the dummy, it was slightly bigger than the dummy itself. As it hit, there was a cloud of blue on impact that just floated through the air as if it were in the water. So did the pieces that were left of the dummy.
Most of the class gasped in awe. One 18 year old witch fainted. A group of boys shouted about how cool it was ("Did you see that?!?! That was awesome!!!).
"The Aquaria Curse is easier to dodge, but so much more effective, than the Arrow Curse. The reason I teach you these two curses is not a mystery to some of you, but to others it is."
The class listened intently to Harry.
"Those two curses were the key to the destruction of Lord Voldemort."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By the time the class was out (and many unsuccessful trys at the Aquaria Curse. Only two people made a water ball, and even those weren't effective), Harry figured it would be a good time to see Dumbledore, and then Draco.
After a few short words with Percy, Harry entered Dumbledore's office. It wasn't unlike his office at Hogwarts, except no statue that opens to a staircase. Even Fawkes was there.
"Ah, Harry. Just who I wanted to see," Dumbledore said. He greeted Harry with warmth. Apparently, he had good news. "I have spoken to the Council. Although they were hesitant to even think about letting another possible Death Eater go, they have agreed to the appeal. It will be tomorrow at 10 AM."
"Great. Now that we know we can pull off this much, think I could have a word with Draco. I figure he should know."
Dumbledore grabbed a key. "Of course. Of course. Come with me."
He led to a room full of cells. Some were occupied by wizards and witches, some by magical creatures, and some were unoccupied. Then they came upon Draco's cage and Dumbledore unlocked it. Draco looked up from a book he was reading.
"Harry. Minister Dumbledore," Draco greeted them. He sat up from his bed. He had obviously been treated ok (The Ministry had the decent holding cells. Azkaban was a different story.)
"Good news, Draco," Harry said. "We could have you out of here tomorrow. Hermione's agreed to testify, although she was hesitant. Apparently she hasn't forgotten a word you've ever said to her."
Draco looked ashamed of himself. "Then she won't forget my honest apology. I guess that can wait until tomorrow. And what about Weasley?"
Harry shrugged. "We don't honestly know yet. He won't be here until late tonight. We'll just have to figure that out then. You'll know tomorrow."
"I guess that's as good as I can get for now," Draco said, smirking. He couldn't believe the shit he was in.
"Well I'll be going back to work now," Harry said after a few more words with Draco and Dumbledore.
As he was leaving, he heard Draco say, "Thanks, Harry."
Harry turned. He looked at the guy he once saw as an enemy. What he saw was a new friend. "No problem," was all Harry said. With that, he turned and went back upstairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Work was no more than uneventful. Harry did answer a call in the fire about a reported Death Eater sighting. Then the child's mom's head appeared in the flames and explained her son was just trying to get his sister arrested. Normally there was a fifty Galleon fine for prank calls or knowingly false reports, but Harry let it slide.
He and Hermione apparated home that night. They were home by 10:30. As they were readying for Ron's arrival, Hermione touched Harry's hand. All he had been doing was tidying up the pillows on the couch.
Harry looked up. Hermione definitely had something on her mind. No sooner had Harry come to this decision that she nervously sighed. "Harry, should we tell Ron what has happened between us? How we're a pair and everything?"
Harry just smiled. "I don't see why not." They both knew that was a lie. They knew exactly why not. Ron liked Hermione just as much as Harry did. And this was ample reason to cause problems.
But Harry knew that hiding it from Ron would just cause problems.
Harry grabbed a hold of both of Hermione's hands and grinned. "How about this? We can tell him tomorrow, after the appeal."
Hermione thought about it. Then she smiled back. She understood where Harry was coming from. Hiding their relationship would be, not only difficult, but dangerous to the trust in their friendship with Ron.
"Ok, Harry," she said. "Tomorrow we tell him."
They shared a quick kiss and then looked at the time. It was already about 11 o'clock. About 5 minutes later, they heard someone in the hall and then the door started to open. When a the first sign of the color red was at the door...
"RON!!!"
There, a tall red-headed Ron Weasley stood at the door, smiling.
"So, what I miss?"
That's when Harry started to explain everything that didn't include romantic relationships with best friends.