A Suspension, A Leave of Absence and A Quidditich Player-Chapter2

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What are you doing here?" They asked at the same time, then at the same time answered, "I live here!"

Chapter 2

She gave him a funny look, which he replied to, "No, not here, across the hall."

"Right, that makes sense."

"That BASTARD!"

"Who?"

"Ron. How could he have not told me my best friend lives here, come on I haven't seen you in five years, don't be shy give your old friend a hug."

"I was just about to say the same thing," and they threw there arms around each other in a hug, "How have you been, Harry?"

"Oh, just great, the Auror Board forced me to take a leave of absence. How about you Hermione?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I was suspended."

"You were SUSPENDED! For what?"

"Oh, my third arrest in the past three months."

"ARREST! ARREST FOR WHAT!?"

"Don't you read the papers? I was protesting House Elf enslavement, and the treatment of Werewolves." Harry started to laugh. "What?"

"I can't believe you were suspended! And no, I don't regularly read the papers."

"What about you, Hotshot?"

"I was forced to take a leave of absence."

"Why?"

"My partners, who I couldn't manage to keep, and everyone there, said I was too depressed and not happy enough, can you believe that?"

"No, that's insane, you seem great, now."

"I'm glad, it's wonderful to see you again!"

"I know it really is!"

"It's funny."

"What is?"

"That we worked at the same place, have the same boss, yet haven't seen each other since graduation."

"I know, it bites doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it's getting late."

"What, can't stay around to catch up, Mr. Potter?"

"No, Ms. Granger, unfortunetly I can't, have to get up early tomorrow, to go see my new psychiatrist."

"You have to go see a shrink! Why?"

"Orders from the Auror Board, they say I have unresolved issues."

"Oh, I bet you do, see you tomorrow, Harry," and she hugged him good bye.

"Bye, Hermione, maybe we can meet for lunch or dinner, or something?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Good night, Hermione."

"Night, Harry," and across the hall he went.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter, do you know, why you are here?"

"Yeah, I was ordered here."

"Do you know why?"

"They felt I was too depressed or something, I'm not exactly sure why, I did my job everyday, went home at night."

"Did you ever go out with co-workers, or anyone else, for fun?"

"Why? I'm an Auror, I need the rest when I can get it."

"Where did you live before you recently moved to the city?"

"I lived out at an old friends."

"Why?"

"So, I could have a break."

"A break from what, may I ask?"

"The pressures of fame, the insanity of my years at Hogwarts."

"What do you mean?"

"The attention, too much attention, hero worship."

"Didn't you get attention, love as a child, by those who cared for you?"

"Are you kidding? I lived in a cupboard for ten years, got kicked around by my cousin, taunted, insulted, starved."

"I take it, you have never experienced love?"

"I don't know, probably before my parents died, but I can't remember, Sirius loved me, but he too, was ripped away."

"Sirius?"

"My godfather, I only knew him for two years, before he was murdered."

"Why did you only know him for two years?"

"He was wrongfully sent to Azkaban, when I was one, escaped when I was thirteen, that's when I met him, he was murdered when I was fifthteen, by his own cousin, I HATE LESTRANGE, he fell through the veil, I hate that veil and it's voices, taunting, drawing you towards it, ripping people away."

"Your godfather, who was he?"

"Sirius Black, my father's best friend."

"Sirius Black? The Murderer?"

"He wasn't a murderer! He wasn't a Deatheater, He wasn't my parents Secret Keeper, that was all Pettigrew, the rat!"

"Why is Pettigrew, a rat?"

"His Anamagus form is that of a Rat."

"Oh, is he still alive?"

"Yes, he's in Azkaban, I caught the traitor my first year out of training."

"How did he hide for so many years?"

"He lived as a rat with a wizaring family, he was one of my best friends pet!"

"Amazing and no one, knew?"

"Sirius knew, that's how Pettigrew escaped, his anamagus form, Remus knew he was an anamagus, but not him being a Deatheater or anything."

"Remus?"

"Lupin, he was another of my Dad's best friends, and was my third year and best Defense teacher, I lived the past two years with him."

"Why did you live with him?"

"He lives a solitary life, he's a werewolf, society looks down upon his desease, I wanted to be in seclusion."

"Why?"

"Fame."

"Do you dislike the fame?"

"I hate it, it's just a hinder to anything, I can't do anything with out someone knowing, it's horrible."

"You would rather be a hermit, then known by all?"

"Of course I would, at least I wouldn't be smothered twenty four hours a day, or that's how it seems at times."

"Is this a result of your childhood, always being ignored, alway alone?"

"I guess that's why I'd prefer to be anonomous."

"But that will never happen, right?"

"Exactly, everyone will always know everything about me, even when I don't, or at least it's always seems that way."

"Ope, times up, Mr. Potter, see you again next Wednesday."

"Bye," and Harry walked out of the building and down the street to his apartment building.

Up the stairs, he went and into his apartment, which was a mess of boxes with a bed in the corner, and card table and chairs in front of the window. He was just putting the finishing touches on his bookshelf, which comprised a whole wall, when there was a knock on his door. He went and answered it.

"Hi Harry."

"Hey Hermione, come on in."

"Thanks," she surveyed his apartment. "Wow Harry! When did you become a reader?"

"I lived with Remus for two years, and you were there for seven years of school, so guess you both rubbed off on me," he joked.

"Where's your furniture, Harry?"

"This is it."

"Isn't it a little, Spartan? A bed, table and four chairs?"

"I guess, but it'll do, and we just won't have any big get togethers in my apartment."

"I guess not."

"You at least have food, right?"

"Um... a box of cereal, milk and Orange juice."

"THAT'S IT!"

"Yeah."

"I think you need to go grocery shopping."

"Um... uh.. I've never been," he muttered.

"You've never been grocery shopping! Where did this food come from?

"Remus."

"Do you want me to take you grocery shopping, Harry?"

"Um... If you really want to."

"What's so bad about shopping for food?"

"Dursleys," he mumbled.

"Why?"

"They'd lock me in the car when they went shopping."

"Oh, Harry."

"I'm okay, I'm okay."

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I... I don't know," he mumbled.

"Come on Harry, let's go, before you lose your nerve."

"Alright."

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Any suggestions for the shrinks name? Any other suggestions? Review. Thanks to the two who already have.-ears91