Someday
Disclaimer: Sorry, I don't own.
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Harry Potter, now a black haired, bespectacled man yawned
and slowly opened his eyes, well aware of the sun shining through his bedroom
window. He briefly wondered why he hadn't shut the curtains the night before
whilst he got ready to go to work.
The streets were quiet and dusty as he walked along, quite a contrast from the
busy and noisy roads he was used to. Harry smiled at the old lady who lived
opposite the Ministry of magic before raising his wand and tapping the fifth
brick above the door bell, allowing him to enter.
He grinned at Pansy Parkinson, his classmate who worked as a receptionist to the
junior auror department. "Hi Pansy!" Pansy did not look up and greet Harry,
but instead wiped a stray tear from her cheek. Harry wondered if perhaps Blaise
Zabini had broken up with her as he walked to his office.
Harry's office was a modest size with homey touches, photo's of himself and
his fiancée, Ron and Hermione Weasley and his favourite, the photo of his
parents and Sirius on their wedding day.
He checked the bulletin board for new assignments, and once he was satisfied
there were none he stood and started to walk to the office he visited every
morning – that of his fiancée Draco Malfoy.
As usual the door was open and Harry walked in smiling, spotting the newest
edition of 'The Daily Prophet'.
"Hey Babe." Harry greeted, expecting to hear the same reply. He didn't
however, in fact, just like Pansy did Draco ignored him. "Dray, what's
wrong?" Harry asked, as he saw fresh tears falling down the porcelain-like
face of his beau. Again Draco ignored him, picked up a box from his desk and
walked into the corridor. Harry hurried after him, trying to get Draco to at
least acknowledge him.
"Do you have to leave Draco?" Pansy asked, looking up
from her work at the sound of his footsteps.
"I can't stay here." Draco answered.
"Why are you leaving?" Harry asked, only to be ignored.
"We'll all miss you, come back whenever you want." Pansy smiled.
Draco shook his head, "there are too many memories."
"I understand." Pansy said, turning back to her paperwork.
"Draco, why are you leaving? Talk to me!" Harry shouted, running to keep up
with the blonde-haired boy.
Draco walked silently along the road, the old lady nodding her head in respect
towards him. He was lost in thought as he crossed the boarder between Wizard
London and Muggle London. He silently regarded Hermione, Ron and their small son
James and walked onwards.
"Ron, Hermione, what's wrong with everyone?" Harry asked as they stopped
to tend to James. Both Weasley's seemed to be too bothered with their son to
even answer Harry as they gave James his sippy cup of juice.
Harry stood watching James drink when a screech of tyres made him jerk his head
towards the road ahead, only one thing on his mind - Draco. He ran forward,
closely followed by Ron.
The road was packed with Muggles and Ron managed to push his way to the front.
This didn't matter to Harry, all that mattered was the Blonde-haired Adonis
walking slowly towards him. Harry rushed forwards and enveloped his fiancée in
a tight hug.
"Hey Harry." Draco said, smiling at him.
It was then Harry noticed the headline of 'The Daily Prophet' laying ontop
of Draco's box:
'The-Boy-Who-Lived Dies in Battle Against Dark Lord.'
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Steph-hime: R+R please.