After Hogwarts

Disclaimer: I only own Madeline and Hermia, J.K. Rowling owns all the other characters

Thanks to those few people who reviewed.

Lady Snake- it says in this chapter who killed Harry.

Prinki- (if you continue to read this story) I know what you mean, I don't like them not being friends anymore, but things get better. And Ron and Hermione are together for a bit in the story.

PiedermortsBodyguard- I'm glad to know that you think that this story is cool.

Jenn- (if you continue to read this story) they fought over the traveling bit because it was all planned. What I mean about the planning is that Hermione and Ron really didn't want to live with Harry, or let him know about their relationship, and I know it sounds stupid, but that's the way it's going to be. And to let you know, Harry did try to make up with them, but they ignored his letters. Later in the story (I can't remember when) it says where/when Harry meets Madeline.

Josh- The first chapter wasn't the end, neither is this.

A/N: In this chapter Harry's funeral takes place, and I just want readers to know that I've never been to a funeral before, so I don't know the proceedings to one.

Chapter 2

The funeral was set for two days after Harry's death. Madeline couldn't bear it, Hermia was always crying saying that she wanted Harry, and Madeline missed him terribly. He had been her one true love.

On the day of the funeral, Madeline gathered up the letters to Ron and Hermione and the list of guests she had invited. Madeline picked Hermia up, and went out the door. Since it was a rainy day, Madeline's spirits were even lower then they should have been. In the church, Harry's casket was up front and there was a stand. Madeline would be up there, talking about Harry's life.

Madeline went and stood by the doorway with Hermia. Hermia handed out pamphlets, while Madeline checked people's names off on the list when they came in. Soon the church was quiet and Madeline picked up Hermia and went to the front. She placed Hermia in one of the front seats, and went up behind the speaker's stand.

"Family, friends, and mourners, we are gathered here today because of the death of Harold James Potter," Madeline looked up at the crowd, and most had confused looks up at her. "For you who don't know me and those who do, I am Madeline Potter, Harry's wife," there was murmurs in the crowd, but Madeline continued. "Harry would often talk about his adventures at school that he had with then-best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"He talked about how he first met them, and the last time he saw them. Near the end of his life, Harry started to say that he never wanted to see them again and that they deserved to live a cursed life, since they didn't have the nerve to reply to all the owls he sent for a year after Graduation," Hermione started to cry and Ron comforted her. "Once he met methough, he stopped owling them because he realized that he needed to go on with his life.

"Half a year after we met, Harry proposed, and we were married the next day. Shortly after we were married, Harry stopped working with the Order of the Phoenix. He had been working there for a year and a half, when it stopped thrilling him, so he left. You may think that's selfish, but remember that Harry Potter spent his school days helping and protecting others. He helped save the Elixir of Life, stopped the Basilik from killing any Muggle borns, he helped Sirius Black escape from the Dementors, Harry brought Cedric Diggory's body back after he was killed by You-Know-Who after the Triwizard Tournament, he almost got expelled from Hogwarts before his fifth year, he started a Defense against the Dark Arts club called the Dumbledore's Army in his fifth, and learned about a prophecy about him and You-Know-Who right after his godfather died. (A/N: I can't think of anything for Harry to do in his two remaining school years. Please forgive me) He accomplished more in his school year than most full grown wizards do in a lifetime.

"So remember that Harold James Potter was an unselfish man. God Bless his soul," Madeline cried as she stepped of the platform.

The crowd murmured their agreement, and one by one they went up and talked to Madeline.

"Looks like he turned you soft cousin," sneered a voice.

"How are you Draco?" Madeline cried.

Draco stared at Madeline for a moment, and then he hugged her.

"You really loved him, didn't you?" Draco asked.

"Yes. It's like how you really love Ginny," Madeline cried, even more tears running down her cheeks.

"Look, I'll be back to talk to you later, but there's a line behind me," Malfoy said before heading over to Harry's casket.

"Hi Ginny," Madeline sniffled.

"How did you know who I was?" Ginny asked.

"I know who my cousins are married to, thank-you very much."

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry about Harry," Ginny patted Madeline's arm, and went by Draco.

Molly Weasley came up to Madeline after Arthur Weasley, her husband, stopped giving Madeline his condolence.

"I'm sorry dear about Harry. He was like a son to me. But after he graduated, he just drifted away. I got twelve letters from Harry for a year after Graduation. He sent a letter a month," smiled Mrs.Weasley as she pulled Madeline into a hug.

"Thanks Mrs.Weasley," cried Madeline.

"Anytime dear, oh, who is that little girl behind you?"

"Our daughter, Hermia," Madeline responded, managing to smile.

"She's your daughter? Oh yes, I can tell from the hair and the eyes," Mrs. Weasley smiled as she left for Harry's casket.

Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Madeline's parents, and a lot of mourners all talked to Madeline before Hermione came up.

"I'm sorry about Harry, Madeline," Hermione said.

"Yeah, well you should be! You and Ron are the reason why he's not here today," cried Madeline.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked through tears.

"Here. Take it!" yelled Madeline, shoving Harry's letter to her into her hands.

Hermione took the letter and went to Harry's casket with tears streaming down her face. Ron came up to Madeline as she was hastily wiping her eyes. He was also the last one in the line.

"I'm sorry about Harry. He was my best mate," Ron said.

"You were his best friend, but you're the reason he's dead right now!" cried Madeline. "Take it!"

Madeline thrust the letter into Ron's hands. Ron looked a little disgruntled, but didn't ask any questions and headed over to Hermione. Madeline went to her daughter, who had wondered off and was currently sucking on her thumb on one of the chairs in the front row, and picked her up. She went to Harry's casket, Hermia sitting on her hip, and looked at her husband.

He looks so peaceful there, but I wishthat he was still alive, thought Madeline. All of a sudden, Madeline saw a piece of parchment clutched in Harry's hand. Holding onto Hermia with one arm, she held out her other one so she could open up Harry's hand. Once she opened his hand she noticed that it was addressed to her.

Dear Madeline,

Do not let anyone read this. I'm going to tell you something very shocking.

I am not really dead. I'll explain everything to you tonight at our flat. You may still tell Ron and Hermione about my failed mission.

Love,

Harry

Madeline clasped her free hand to her mouth when she finished reading. Hermia looked at her confused.

"What wrong Mummy?" Hermia asked.

"Oh nothing, I'm just sad about Daddy," Madeline lied.

"Madeline, may we talk?" Ron asked, tapping Madeline's shoulder.

"I'll only talk to one of you. Who wants me to explain it to them so they explain it to the other?" Madeline asked impatiently.

"I will," Hermione said shyly.

Madeline nodded, and went to sit on one of the chairs. She placed her daughter on her lap. Hermione sat beside her, and looked at Madeline expectantly.

"Can you tell me why you said it was Ron's and mine fault that Harry's dead? And what was Harry's mission he mentioned in this letter?" Hermione asked, holding up the letter.

"Well it starts with his mission. Hermy-baby, sit still," Madeline kindly said because Hermia was squirming.

"Down!" yelled Hermia.

"Fine, hold on will you Ms. Granger? Hermia here needs to go visit my cousin Draco," Madeline said, getting up.

Hermione nodded, and Madeline walked over to Draco, Ginny, and Ron, who were all talking quietly in a circle. She handed Draco Hermia, and returned to her seat.

"Now what was Harry's mission? And was he really Voldemort's right-hand man?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yes, yes he was. That's actually where I met Harry, I used to be a Death Eater, but once I found out that I was pregnant with Hermia, I stopped. I don't think the Dark Lord cared much though since I was married to Harry. Well enough about me.

"Harry's mission was to simply kill Ron and you if you got in his way," Madeline stated.

"Why would he kill us?" Hermione asked, starting to cry.

"Because the Dark Lord wants Ron dead since he is the most famous Auror since Mad-Eye Moody. So the Dark Lord thought of him as a threat, and wanted him dead. Harry volunteered to do the job,"

"Why would he do that? And how did he die?"

"He wanted to get revenge on you and Ron because you never tried to get in contact with him. And he tried to get in contact with you for a year.

"To answer your question on about how he died, Dumbledore stopped Harry on the night of his mission and killed him."

"What? Dumbledore wouldn't have killed Harry! If anyone killed Harry, it would have been Voldemort!" yelled Hermione.

"No, the Dark Lord did not kill Harry, Dumbledore did. I watched Dumbledore kill my husband!" cried Madeline.

"Madeline, I'm sorry. It's just that I've known Dumbledore half my life, and he would have never killed anyone. I mean he's been face to face with Voldemort countless times, and he never killed him!" replied Hermione.

"That's because he knows that Voldemort is afraid of him, and Harry wasn't," Madeline retorted.

"He wasn't afraid of Dumbledore?" Madeline nodded. "I never knew that," Hermione said.

"You never knew a lot of things, until you got that letter I gave you from Harry. Like you never knew that Harry loved you, or that he got married, or that he had a daughter, or that he was the right-hand man for Voldemort.

"And you never knew that you drove him to it. I bet you never knew that he loved you until he died. Yes, he did love our daughter with all his heart, but his heart told him that he loved you, and his head told him that he loved me," cried Madeline.

"You're right, I never knew. And I guess that you figured out that I never tried to contact him, neither did Ron. It's true, we didn't want to Harry to know about us, so we ignored his letter, and didn't contact him," cried Hermione.

"I'm glad though that you never answered his owls because then he wouldn't have met me. We wouldn't have got married, or have had a daughter together," Madeline said.

"I guess that's true."

Madeline stood, and walked over to Draco, Ginny, and Ron to collect her daughter. Hermione had followed Madeline, and stood by Ron, trying to wipe away her tears. Once Madeline had her daughter in her arms, she walked over to Draco and pulled him away from the crowd.

"Can you come by tonight Draco? Someone needs to tell the Dark Lord what I have to tell you," Madeline whispered.

Draco nodded before returning to Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. After Draco left, Madeline Disapparated back to her flat with Hermia (A/N: Can they Disapparate together? Well even if they can't, that's how it's going to be in my story). When they got home, Madeline changed Hermia out of her black outfit and into some regular daytime clothes, and put her to bed since it was Hermia's naptime.

Madeline sat on her couch for nearly an hour when Harry Apparated right in front of her. She jumped off the couch quickly, and pulled Harry into a hug. Harry kissed the top of her head, and Madeline started to speak into his shoulder.

"Why didn't you say anything when I brought you to the flat? And why aren't you dead?" Madeline asked.

"The way you say that, I think that you want me dead still," Harry said, holding Madeline in his arms. Madeline glared at him, and Harry laughed. "I'm only kidding Love. I didn't say anything to you when you brought me back to the flat because I was unconscious. And I'm not dead because I figured out a spell to reflect the Avada Kedavara," Harry said, stroking Madeline's face.

Madeline sighed, and Harry sat down onto the couch, bringing Madeline onto his lap. Harry kissed her, caressing Madeline's cheek as she talked to him.

"So what does the spell do, and how does it work?"

"Well it's like the spells witches used in the 1800's when they were being burned. You put the spell on, and when you get hit with the curse, a burning sensation runs through your body, and you become unconscious. You will be unconscious for two days, and then you'll be up and about again," Harry explained, smiling.

"So basically you wanted Ron and Hermione to know how pissed off you were with them?" Madeline asked.

"Yep. And plus I got to see who would turn up at my funeral, and what they would say about me," Harry said, grinning.

Madeline kissed Harry on the lips, and he gratefully returned it. Just before they were about to get more intimate, Hermia started to cry.

"I'll get her," Harry said, placing Madeline next to him.

Harry got up, and headed upstairs. He quietly headed into Hermia's room, and smiled when Hermia went berserk when she saw him

"Daddy! Daddy! I miss you!" Hermia squealed.

"I missed you too Hermy-baby," Harry said as he picked up his daughter.

"Where you bin?" Hermia asked as Harry took her downstairs.

"I had business to do Hermy-baby," Harry replied, kissing her cheek.

Harry sat back down on the couch beside Madeline, with Hermia on his lap. He sighed, and Madeline titled her head to look at him.

"What is it Harry?" Madeline asked.

"I don't want to do this anymore," Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

"Do what?"

"I don't want to work for Voldemort anymore. I mean I guess that's why we had to go into hiding after I left the Order, incase Dumbledore got suspicious. It's also why I had to try to kill my old best friends.

"So what are you going to do about it?" Madeline asked, worried.

"I want to stop doing killings for Voldemort, but I know I can't. So tomorrow I'll visit Voldemort and just talk to him," Harry said, sighing deeply.

"Well I told Draco that he needs to come over tonight, so you can talk to him about it."

"You know that I never thought that I'd be friends with Draco Malfoy. But then I never thought that I would marry a Malfoy, or take killing orders from Voldemort. Now look at me. If you had told me at the beginning of my 7th year the life that I would live after Hogwarts, I wouldn't have believed you."

"What time is it?' Madeline asked, absentmindedly.

"6:01. Why?" Harry replied, looking at his watch.

"Because I'm going to go cook supper," Madeline said, rising from the couch.

"Then Hermy-baby and I will wait and watch the telly," Harry said, reaching for the remote. (A/N: Since Harry grew up with the Dursley's (hurrah! Not), he enjoyed having Muggle electronics, so he has a lot of different Muggle technology).

Madeline stared at her husband and daughter sitting there together, laughing at the Television show. She knew that she would soon have to leave them for the next life, but she didn't want to face reality just yet. Once Madeline stopped staring, she headed to the kitchen

"Okay Madeline, what was it that you need to talk about?" Draco yelled as soon as he Apparated.

"Draco, he's alive!" shrieked Madeline as she ran down the stairs.

"Who is?" Malfoy asked confused.

"Harry. Harry's alive! He's not dead!"

At that moment, Harry walked down the stairs. Draco looked shocked.

"How… a-are y-you a-alive?" Draco stuttered.

"Nice to know you're so glad that I'm still alive," Harry smirked,

Hesat on the couch, and motioned for Draco to join him. Harry then told Draco all about the spell he used, and the effect it had. Draco listened closely, and was stunned at what he heard. When Harry was done, Draco just stared at him.

"Oh yeah, and I'm getting tired of working for Voldemort," sighed Harry.

"Like me, you want to leave it all behind you, don't you?" Draco asked.

"Yes, but I'm going to do something about it," Harry said with a crazy glint in his eyes.

"So what are you going to do?" Draco asked.

"I'm not too sure, and besides, if I told you, then Voldemort would know."

"How would he know?"

"Voldemort is best at doing Legilimency, plus he can read my mind the easiest while I'm sleeping if I don't do my Occlumency," Harry explained.

"Good luck with whatever it is you plan on doing Harry. I got to go though, Ginny will be asking where I went," Draco said standing.

"How is Ginny? I haven't seen her since we graduated," Harry replied, also standing.

"She's great! Actually she's a month pregnant," smiled Draco.

"Congratulations!" Harry said.

"Thanks. Bye," and with that, Draco Disapparated.

"Come on Harry, let's go to bed," Madeline said devilishly, pulling Harry up the stairs.

"Frisky tonight, aren't we?" Harry asked when they were in their room.

"Uh-huh. And Hermia's already asleep," Madeline said, starting to kiss Harry.

Harry kissed back happily. Madeline pushed Harry back onto the bed, and kissed Harry passionately.

A/N: YAY! Harry isn't dead! Well I couldn't just kill him, now could I?

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