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This is based on After the chamber, one of the short shots by Orion. Why not check them out?
AFTER THE CHAMBER - CHAPTER 2
There was a large house in the middle of London. It was occupied by 4 people. At the moment however only one of them was home. It was a man, approximately 25 years old. He had black messy hair and striking green eyes. He was sitting at a desk marking homework.
This man was considerably different from the 17 year old who had snapped his wand in protest after Ginny was expelled from Hogwarts. After the four of them had left Dumbledore's office he used his considerable fortune to buy this house. He and his friends had lived there and gone to college whilst holding down night jobs to support themselves.
They had all grown up so much. The messy haired man was none other than Harry Potter. He was a newly qualified English teacher. Hermione was now working as a doctor at the local hospital and Ron was newly recruited into the police force. Ginny was an author. She wrote a column about myths and legends for a local magazine.
As Harry sat marking essays on Macbeth, he heard the front door slam shut. Ginny came marching into the room and threw her briefcase on the floor. "that's it. I've had it. That insufferable woman-"
"Your boss?" Harry asked cautiously
"Yeah. She had decided that I am to write an article on the meaningless of magic in today's society. She says it's just not believable anymore!"
"Tell her to stuff it then. You're leaving that horrible job next week anyway."
"You think I should?"
"Definitely. That stress cannot be good for our child."
"But the money-"
"Gin, it'll be fine. Have you told you're parents yet by the way?"
"You know I haven't. I can't face them."
"it's been 8 years." Harry said gently.
"So? Do you want to go back?" Ginny snapped
"NO! All the wizarding world bought was grief. But they are your family. You and Ron must have received over 100 letters by now."
"Harry, I can't! What if they're only saying they believe me but they don't really! They probably think I was the one attacking everyone. What if they think-"
"Ginny, ok calm down. We won't tell them." Harry said quickly to pacify his fiancée.
"Good."
Harry marked the last essay and sat down in front of the television with Ginny, who was flipping through a baby's Names book. The front door slammed for the second time that evening and Ron Weasley marched in.
Harry sighed deeply and walked into the hall to see what was wrong this time. Ron was still just taking off his coat revealing his uniform.
"Hi Harry. How was school?"
"OK." Harry was now resigned to the fact that people would ask him that until he retired, like a child that never grew up. "How was work?" He put a slight sarcastic emphasis into the word 'work'
"It's weird."
"Weird?"
"I always thought it would be a bit like being an auror, but every time you arrest somebody you have to fill in like a Mount Everest of forms! As I'm new they keep expecting me to make everybody cups of tea and coffee all day long."
"Yeah, it was like that when I was a trainee teacher. Except I also spent a large amount of time stirring glue and cleaning out store cupboards." Harry said sympathetically.
"Why did you need to stir glue?"
"I was never really sure, I just accepted it and sat there stirring."
"ooookay."
The two of them went into the lounge and sat down.
"How about Arabella?" Ginny asked, still looking in the names book.
"no, I'd see Mrs Figg every time I held our baby." Harry said in distaste
"OK, uh what about the name of a family member like Lily?"
"Or Molly." Harry said pointedly "I bet your mum'd like that." "Ron, please explain to Harry why we are not writing to Mum and Dad!" "I'm not writing because I couldn't stand the 'you had so much potential' lecture. Ginny isn't writing because-"
"Alright! Whatever!" Harry yelled in exasperation. With that he got up and stuck a couple of pizzas into the oven before coming back into the lounge.
It was beyond him why the two Weasleys acted like this. Did they not know their parents? Arthur loved Muggle stuff so much he'd probably be thrilled. Molly, loved her children, Harry had read some of the letters, they all contained the words 'I love you' at least twice. If somebody sent him a letter like that (other than Ginny) he'd probably die of shock.
They'd even written to Harry a couple of times, but out of loyalty for his friends he hadn't responded. At least none of the teachers had insulted him by trying to get him to return.
The only person to whom Harry had considered writing was Remus Lupin. However, during the final battle with Voldemort, Remus had seen Sirius die at Harry's side, and had not been able to bear speaking to Harry after that. Harry didn't think Remus blamed him, but he did think that he probably bought up some terrible memories that Remus couldn't face.
15 to 18 minutes later, Hermione also returned home and they had dinner.
The next day they all went to work as usual, except for Ginny who was going to march into the office and resign. Harry had three classes to teach that morning. By lunchtime he was exhausted.
Harry tried to keep his teaching style as close as possible to that of Lupin, However, in his final class of the morning, he noticed three boys at the back of the class exchanging cigarettes in quiet whispers. Harry confiscated these and handed out detentions. They sat and complained loudly.
That was when he snapped. He gave them a glare so like Snape's they all became silent immediately. Then he kept them back for twenty minutes into lunchtime and had them scrape chewing gum from under the desks.
By the time he got to the staff room he collapsed into one of the chairs with a cup of coffee so strong it was almost possible to stand a spoon up in it.
"Fourth years?" Asked Mr Forster, the maths teacher sympathetically.
"Yeah. I found myself almost morphing into a teacher I hated at school. I may need counselling"
"That happens to everyone who teaches them. Unfortunately my most hated teacher was a woman. I totally lost control of the class when I put my hands on my hips. I swear you could hear the laughter at the other side of the school!"
Harry laughed, silently wondering what his teachers had said about his classes in the staff room.
With 20 minutes left till the afternoon lessons he got a novel from his bag and began to read, it was a crime thriller (pretty tame by Harry's standards), within moments he was asleep.
//there was a large cavernous hall, it was under the guard of two people in scarlet robes. This was where Voldemort's remains were buried. Outside the hall stood six deatheaters. They all were preparing to attack, steal the remains. As one they smashed down the door and stormed in.//
The sound of the bell woke Harry. His heart was pounding, a film of cold sweat across his forehead. He stood up, took several deep breaths and strode to his next class.
When he returned home, he paced waiting for the return of everyone. Ginny was preparing dinner in the kitchen. When they all finally got back Harry stood in front of them and began to talk. He described the dream in great detail.
"When was the last time you had a dream like that?" Hermione asked reasonably
"Nine years ago, before the battle."
"Did your scar hurt?" Ron asked
"No."
"it could have been just a dream. There's a lot going on right now, new job, baby on the way, wedding preparations." Hermione said
"I don't think it was." Harry said tensely "I think we should write-"
"No. Only if it happens again." Ginny said.
"right." Harry said
"Harry?"
"Ok, I won't. Look, I'm going upstairs. There are things I need to mark."
With that Harry walked up the stairs and entered the study, closing the door behind him. He pulled out the stack of paper and got out his red pen. His eyes strayed to the drawer that he had shoved the most recent of the Weasley letters into.
Harry opened the envelope that it was in and began to read
Dear Harry
I hope you are all well. Arthur and I are still so worried about you all. We miss you. Harry, please, at least send us a letter saying you are alright. I need to know. I haven't seen two of my children for eight years now! I've given up hope that you'll return, but please, tell me you are ok.
Molly Weasley
The pleading tone of the letter broke Harry's heart. He looked toward the door to make sure it was shut, and he took out a pen and a sheet of paper. "I'm sorry guys" he muttered as he uncapped his pen.
To Mr and Mrs Weasley
I am so very sorry that you have not heard from us until now. Ron and Ginny were worried about your reactions at first, and the longer it lasted.. I don't believe anymore that they are worried about your reactions to leaving the wizarding world so much as they are so ashamed of themselves that they don't want to face it.
They don't know I am writing to you so please be discreet in your reply.
We are all safe, and well. Hermione is working as a doctor and I myself have just qualified as a teacher. Ron is working as a policeman and until recently Ginny wrote articles for a magazine.
(Harry took a deep breath before continuing.)
Actually, there is some rather important news I've been desperate to tell you for a long time now. Ginny and I are, and I hate for you to hear like this, engaged. We have been for more than a year now (weddings are very expensive). About 7 months ago Ginny discovered that she was pregnant! Our baby is due very soon. Ginny thinks it's a girl, but I disagree.
I hope to hear from you soon. Please tell me how the rest of the Weasley family are faring. How's Remus Lupin?
From
Harry Potter
P.S. I'm sorry to ask this but I need to know. Are the remains of Voldemort secure?
Harry folded the letter and shoved it into an envelope. He then got out his old invisibility cloak out and took the portkey (that he had made for emergencies several years ago) to the Burrow.
The house looked the same as ever. Harry looked into the window and saw a much older looking Mr and Mrs Weasley sitting around the dinner table with a couple of the other Weasley brothers. Harry also noticed with a slight smile a wedding picture of Charlie and a woman Harry didn't know, on the mantelpiece.
Harry pushed the envelope under the front door. He saw Mr Weasley open it curiously and begin to read it aloud. Harry returned to his study, not wanting to see the reactions to his letter and begun the evening's marking and lesson plans.
A/N That's it for now. Tell me what you think and I'll try to update as soon as possible.
This is based on After the chamber, one of the short shots by Orion. Why not check them out?
AFTER THE CHAMBER - CHAPTER 2
There was a large house in the middle of London. It was occupied by 4 people. At the moment however only one of them was home. It was a man, approximately 25 years old. He had black messy hair and striking green eyes. He was sitting at a desk marking homework.
This man was considerably different from the 17 year old who had snapped his wand in protest after Ginny was expelled from Hogwarts. After the four of them had left Dumbledore's office he used his considerable fortune to buy this house. He and his friends had lived there and gone to college whilst holding down night jobs to support themselves.
They had all grown up so much. The messy haired man was none other than Harry Potter. He was a newly qualified English teacher. Hermione was now working as a doctor at the local hospital and Ron was newly recruited into the police force. Ginny was an author. She wrote a column about myths and legends for a local magazine.
As Harry sat marking essays on Macbeth, he heard the front door slam shut. Ginny came marching into the room and threw her briefcase on the floor. "that's it. I've had it. That insufferable woman-"
"Your boss?" Harry asked cautiously
"Yeah. She had decided that I am to write an article on the meaningless of magic in today's society. She says it's just not believable anymore!"
"Tell her to stuff it then. You're leaving that horrible job next week anyway."
"You think I should?"
"Definitely. That stress cannot be good for our child."
"But the money-"
"Gin, it'll be fine. Have you told you're parents yet by the way?"
"You know I haven't. I can't face them."
"it's been 8 years." Harry said gently.
"So? Do you want to go back?" Ginny snapped
"NO! All the wizarding world bought was grief. But they are your family. You and Ron must have received over 100 letters by now."
"Harry, I can't! What if they're only saying they believe me but they don't really! They probably think I was the one attacking everyone. What if they think-"
"Ginny, ok calm down. We won't tell them." Harry said quickly to pacify his fiancée.
"Good."
Harry marked the last essay and sat down in front of the television with Ginny, who was flipping through a baby's Names book. The front door slammed for the second time that evening and Ron Weasley marched in.
Harry sighed deeply and walked into the hall to see what was wrong this time. Ron was still just taking off his coat revealing his uniform.
"Hi Harry. How was school?"
"OK." Harry was now resigned to the fact that people would ask him that until he retired, like a child that never grew up. "How was work?" He put a slight sarcastic emphasis into the word 'work'
"It's weird."
"Weird?"
"I always thought it would be a bit like being an auror, but every time you arrest somebody you have to fill in like a Mount Everest of forms! As I'm new they keep expecting me to make everybody cups of tea and coffee all day long."
"Yeah, it was like that when I was a trainee teacher. Except I also spent a large amount of time stirring glue and cleaning out store cupboards." Harry said sympathetically.
"Why did you need to stir glue?"
"I was never really sure, I just accepted it and sat there stirring."
"ooookay."
The two of them went into the lounge and sat down.
"How about Arabella?" Ginny asked, still looking in the names book.
"no, I'd see Mrs Figg every time I held our baby." Harry said in distaste
"OK, uh what about the name of a family member like Lily?"
"Or Molly." Harry said pointedly "I bet your mum'd like that." "Ron, please explain to Harry why we are not writing to Mum and Dad!" "I'm not writing because I couldn't stand the 'you had so much potential' lecture. Ginny isn't writing because-"
"Alright! Whatever!" Harry yelled in exasperation. With that he got up and stuck a couple of pizzas into the oven before coming back into the lounge.
It was beyond him why the two Weasleys acted like this. Did they not know their parents? Arthur loved Muggle stuff so much he'd probably be thrilled. Molly, loved her children, Harry had read some of the letters, they all contained the words 'I love you' at least twice. If somebody sent him a letter like that (other than Ginny) he'd probably die of shock.
They'd even written to Harry a couple of times, but out of loyalty for his friends he hadn't responded. At least none of the teachers had insulted him by trying to get him to return.
The only person to whom Harry had considered writing was Remus Lupin. However, during the final battle with Voldemort, Remus had seen Sirius die at Harry's side, and had not been able to bear speaking to Harry after that. Harry didn't think Remus blamed him, but he did think that he probably bought up some terrible memories that Remus couldn't face.
15 to 18 minutes later, Hermione also returned home and they had dinner.
The next day they all went to work as usual, except for Ginny who was going to march into the office and resign. Harry had three classes to teach that morning. By lunchtime he was exhausted.
Harry tried to keep his teaching style as close as possible to that of Lupin, However, in his final class of the morning, he noticed three boys at the back of the class exchanging cigarettes in quiet whispers. Harry confiscated these and handed out detentions. They sat and complained loudly.
That was when he snapped. He gave them a glare so like Snape's they all became silent immediately. Then he kept them back for twenty minutes into lunchtime and had them scrape chewing gum from under the desks.
By the time he got to the staff room he collapsed into one of the chairs with a cup of coffee so strong it was almost possible to stand a spoon up in it.
"Fourth years?" Asked Mr Forster, the maths teacher sympathetically.
"Yeah. I found myself almost morphing into a teacher I hated at school. I may need counselling"
"That happens to everyone who teaches them. Unfortunately my most hated teacher was a woman. I totally lost control of the class when I put my hands on my hips. I swear you could hear the laughter at the other side of the school!"
Harry laughed, silently wondering what his teachers had said about his classes in the staff room.
With 20 minutes left till the afternoon lessons he got a novel from his bag and began to read, it was a crime thriller (pretty tame by Harry's standards), within moments he was asleep.
//there was a large cavernous hall, it was under the guard of two people in scarlet robes. This was where Voldemort's remains were buried. Outside the hall stood six deatheaters. They all were preparing to attack, steal the remains. As one they smashed down the door and stormed in.//
The sound of the bell woke Harry. His heart was pounding, a film of cold sweat across his forehead. He stood up, took several deep breaths and strode to his next class.
When he returned home, he paced waiting for the return of everyone. Ginny was preparing dinner in the kitchen. When they all finally got back Harry stood in front of them and began to talk. He described the dream in great detail.
"When was the last time you had a dream like that?" Hermione asked reasonably
"Nine years ago, before the battle."
"Did your scar hurt?" Ron asked
"No."
"it could have been just a dream. There's a lot going on right now, new job, baby on the way, wedding preparations." Hermione said
"I don't think it was." Harry said tensely "I think we should write-"
"No. Only if it happens again." Ginny said.
"right." Harry said
"Harry?"
"Ok, I won't. Look, I'm going upstairs. There are things I need to mark."
With that Harry walked up the stairs and entered the study, closing the door behind him. He pulled out the stack of paper and got out his red pen. His eyes strayed to the drawer that he had shoved the most recent of the Weasley letters into.
Harry opened the envelope that it was in and began to read
Dear Harry
I hope you are all well. Arthur and I are still so worried about you all. We miss you. Harry, please, at least send us a letter saying you are alright. I need to know. I haven't seen two of my children for eight years now! I've given up hope that you'll return, but please, tell me you are ok.
Molly Weasley
The pleading tone of the letter broke Harry's heart. He looked toward the door to make sure it was shut, and he took out a pen and a sheet of paper. "I'm sorry guys" he muttered as he uncapped his pen.
To Mr and Mrs Weasley
I am so very sorry that you have not heard from us until now. Ron and Ginny were worried about your reactions at first, and the longer it lasted.. I don't believe anymore that they are worried about your reactions to leaving the wizarding world so much as they are so ashamed of themselves that they don't want to face it.
They don't know I am writing to you so please be discreet in your reply.
We are all safe, and well. Hermione is working as a doctor and I myself have just qualified as a teacher. Ron is working as a policeman and until recently Ginny wrote articles for a magazine.
(Harry took a deep breath before continuing.)
Actually, there is some rather important news I've been desperate to tell you for a long time now. Ginny and I are, and I hate for you to hear like this, engaged. We have been for more than a year now (weddings are very expensive). About 7 months ago Ginny discovered that she was pregnant! Our baby is due very soon. Ginny thinks it's a girl, but I disagree.
I hope to hear from you soon. Please tell me how the rest of the Weasley family are faring. How's Remus Lupin?
From
Harry Potter
P.S. I'm sorry to ask this but I need to know. Are the remains of Voldemort secure?
Harry folded the letter and shoved it into an envelope. He then got out his old invisibility cloak out and took the portkey (that he had made for emergencies several years ago) to the Burrow.
The house looked the same as ever. Harry looked into the window and saw a much older looking Mr and Mrs Weasley sitting around the dinner table with a couple of the other Weasley brothers. Harry also noticed with a slight smile a wedding picture of Charlie and a woman Harry didn't know, on the mantelpiece.
Harry pushed the envelope under the front door. He saw Mr Weasley open it curiously and begin to read it aloud. Harry returned to his study, not wanting to see the reactions to his letter and begun the evening's marking and lesson plans.
A/N That's it for now. Tell me what you think and I'll try to update as soon as possible.