After Hogwarts
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Chapter 9
Harry mentally smiled. Ron sat down near Dumbledore, while one small Auror (or secretary) – who Harry thought resembled Colin Creevey – sat next to him, ink and parchment in hand.
"'K Colin, you record only the names of the people he's killed and why, not the whole conversation. You got that?" Ron asked.
"Yes sir," Colin responded.
"Then start talking Potter."
"Well let's see, there was David Smith – he committed murder – his wife Cindy – she was a prostitute – Mike Lee – he was a child molester…" Harry kept naming people until he was done them all. "And then most recently, Tom Riddle – or as you all know him – Voldemort."
"'K, thanks Potter. You got all of that Colin?" Ron asked.
"Yes, I believe so sir," Colin said, ink splattered all over his face due to speed writing – making Harry think of Percy, Ron's older brother.
"Good job. Now Potter, the subject of the Death Eaters…"
"Severus Snape is one that is free," Harry said.
"Severus was undercover for the Order, you should remember that!" Ron exclaimed.
"No, he was passing information of the Order to Voldie as well as giving you some false information of the Death Eaters. Why do you think you could never get all the Death Eaters? Snape tipped them off."
"Did you know Headmaster?"
"Of course not Ron, if I had any idea of that, I wouldn't have given him so much Order secrets," Dumbledore said, outraged.
"Not the first time you misjudged some one, eh Dumbledore?" Harry muttered. He cleared his throat. "There is also Theodore Nott, Crabbe, Goyle-"
"Crabbe and Goyle died one night on one of their dates," Ron said.
Harry laughed. "No, they faked their own deaths. They're actually quite intelligent – they would give Hermione a run for her Galleons. Um let's see, there's Lestat Blacke – no, he is not in anyway related to Sirius – Narcissa Malfoy, Victor Krum, Fudge, Finnigan's old mum, Mike Close, and if you can believe it – my cousin Dudley. I know he's a Muggle, but Voldemort thought he was an important asset.
"I think that's it because I have to admit, you did capture a lot of the Death Eaters."
"Yes we did, we were really on top of the situation. I think that's it Potter," Ron replied. He then grabbed hold of Harry's hand and shook it while whispering "I hope I won't be seeing you anytime soon."
"Likewise Weasley," Harry whispered back. "Now go on and take your puppets and go. Good-bye Dumbledore," Harry said, Disapparating.
Harry Apparated over to Geri and Henry's house where he found all three of them in the living room playing a game of some sort. None of them noticed Harry so he came up behind Hermia, but Geri spotted him so he signaled her to keep quiet. He reached out and picked up Hermia. She screamed.
"God Harry, trying to give us a good scare?" Henry asked.
"Only Hermia, only my Hermy-baby." Harry grinned, hugging his daughter.
"So how'd this morning turn out?" Geri asked, cleaning up whatever game they had been playing.
"Longerand betterthan Iexpected," Harry commented.
"What do you mean by better than expected?" Henry asked.
"Well I thought for sure that I'd be taken to Azkaban, but I gave them a few names of some people, so I'm home free," Harry grinned.
"Normally I wouldn't encourage this sort of thing Harry, but since you're the father of my only granddaughter and you're my favourite son-in-law, I'll let it slip," Henry said clasping Harry's shoulder.
"Thanks Henry, though I know you only say that I'm your favourite son-in-law because you don't have any other ones," Harry said. "I think we should get going though, don't you Hermia?"
Hermia nodded and buried her head in Harry's shoulder. "Bye. And thanks for watching Hermia," Harry said.
"Anytime Harry. Bye," Geri smiled.
Harry nodded to his parents-in-law and Disapparated once more. This time he Apparated to Hermione's parents' flat to tell Hermione what happened.
"Hello Harry," Hermione said from behind Harry.
Harry spun around to face Hermione. "I just came by to tell you that all the Aurors should have left my flat now and that I'm going to go back home because as you can tell, Hermia's falling asleep."
"Okay Harry. Ron came by twice, he told me what happened – well sort of anyways…
"Just let me get my things and say good-bye to my parents, and then I'll drive your car back to your house," Hermione said.
"'K. See you," Harry said before Disapparating once again.
When Harry got home, he was glad that all the Aurors had left. He took Hermia to her room and laid his sleeping daughter on her bed. Once this was done, he went to his 'Owlery' as he called it (a room just for Hedwig and Zeus where they sleep and bring and all the post) and he found a letter addressed to him.
"I wonder who this is from," Harry said, opening the letter.
Dear Harry,
Ron has told us all the good news that you're alive! I'm thrilled to hear it!
I hope that you are free tonight because we – the family – would like for you, Madeline and your daughter to join us for dinner as a celebration. Of course I'd also invite Ms. Granger because she's practically part of the family, even though she and Ronnie broke up. Ron will be bringing his friend Lavender. All the other boys will be bringing their wives and children, and Ginny will be bringing Draco – her husband. Once again Harry, I hope you'll come. We all miss you terribly. If you do decide to come, dinner will be served around 7pm
-Molly Weasley
Harry sighed and at that moment Hermione came into the 'Owlery'.
"Did you get an invitation from Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, did you?"
"Of course silly, that's why I was asking you."
"Well, shall we go?"
"I guess we should, shouldn't we?"
"Yeah, I suppose you should head over there first, don't you?"
"Yes and actually, my invitation says to be there at 6pm," Hermione said, reading over her invitation.
"Ha, mine says 7pm, they must be prepping you for something," Harry replied.
"Shut up."
"They're afraid you'll ruin everything."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Okay," Hermione said before kissing Harry.
Harry pulled away and smiled sheepishly. "Okay, I'll shut up."
"Thank-you," Hermione said.
"Come on, lets get out of here," Harry said, wrapping an arm around Hermione and steering her out of the 'Owlery'.
After a few hours of not doing anything, Hermione decided she should head over to the Weasleys'.
"Well I guess the sooner we head over there, the sooner we come home, eh?" Hermione said, hugging Harry.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, kissing the top of Hermione's head. "Bye, we'll see you in an hour."
"Yeah, bye." Hermione said before Disapparating.
"Hermy-baby, where are you?" Harry asked.
"What Daddy?" Hermia asked, running into the living room.
"We need to discuss some things about tonight," Harry said, picking up Hermia and placing her on the couch as he sat down himself. Hermia gave her father a questioning look. "When we're there, you must pretend that you don't know Hermione."
"Why Daddy?"
"The Weasleys' – that's whose house we're going to – don't know that we've been in contact with Hermione. Now, I want you to be on your best behavior when we're there."
"Otay Daddy."
"And you might hear Daddy say some nasty things to the one called Ron, but don't get upset. I think there might even be some other kids around because when I left, I believe Fleur was pregnant and so was Penelope…Fred and Angelia might have children that are about your age or younger same with George and Alicia. Charlie as far as I know still isn't married so he'd have no kids and you know that Ginny and Draco have no kids…yet," Harry smiled.
"How come I've never met Aunt Ginny, only Uncle Draco?"
"Well, if Ginny knew about you, then the whole Weasley clan would know I was still living in England, and I didn't want that."
"Why?"
"You're just full of questions, aren't you?" Harry asked. Hermia smiled. "Why did I have to some sort of super-genius child? I mean look at me and your mum, we're – or weren't in your mum's case – not that smart!" Hermia giggled. "No seriously, the only two/three year olds I've met, they only say a few word. But you, no you're different. Just like your old dad, eh?"
"I dunno Daddy," Hermia replied.
"Okay Hermy-baby. Back to tonight.
"Be as sweet as you can be when you're around Mrs. Molly Weasley – you've met her briefly before. Um, oh yes! Do you know where Mr. Squeakers is?" asked Harry. Hermia nodded. "Maybe you should bring him along to show Mr. Arthur Weasley…Yes, go and grab him right now so you don't forget."
Hermia got off the couch and ran towards the bathroom.
"Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all…it'll probably be good for both Hermia and myself, but what do I know what's good for us? I thought if I ran away, all my problems would be solved, instead they all came rushing back five years later," Harry muttered to himself.
"Daddy, can I bring some more toys?" Hermia asked running back into the living room.
"Yes," Harry said, getting off the couch. "You can put them all in your Winnie the Pooh backpack. Or wait, you gather the toys you want, and then I'll put them in your backpack."
"Otay Daddy," Hermia said, running to her room.
"Come on Hermia, time to go!" Harry exclaimed, grabbing Hermia's coat and shoving it in her backpack.
Hermia ran up beside her father and he picked her up. Harry Apparated them both out of the house to the Burrow.
"Didn't think you'd show up considering what you told me earlier," Ron said from a doorway.
"Well I didn't think you'd be here since you were the one to say it first," Harry replied, putting down Hermia.
"Whatever Potter," Ron said. "Mum, Harry and his daughter are here!"
"Harry! How are you dear?" Mrs.Weasley asked, hugging Harry as soon as she come into the room.
"I'm here aren't I? So I must be good and healthy," Harry laughed.
"Harry! Oh my God!" Hermione squealed, throwing herself on Harry. "I can't believe you're alive!"
"Hello Hermione. Long time, eh?" Harry asked.
"Too long," Hermione replied.
"Hermione, stop hogging Harry all to yourself. I want to hug him!" Ginny whined.
Hermione let go of Harry, blushing slightly.
"Come here Gin," Harry said, stretching out his arms, which Ginny just went into.
Once Harry and Ginny stopped hugging, Harry turned to Arthur. "Hello Minister."
"No, no, no Harry. I'm just Arthur tonight," Mr. Weasley said.
Harry grinned. "Alright Arthur." Harry then said hello to Draco; Fred, Angelia and their two year old son Jeremy; George and Alicia; Percy, Penelope and their five year old daughter Paula; Charlie and his new girlfriend Jill; Bill, Fleur and their five year old son Michael; and finally Lavender.
"And this is your daughter, right?" Alicia asked, picking up Hermia.
"Yeah, that's my Hermy-baby. Her name is Hermia," Harry said.
"Harry, if you don't mind me asking, where's Madeline?" Mrs.Weasley asked as everyone sat at the four tables set up outside, including a kids table.
Hermione and Draco went silent and looked at Harry.
"Ron didn't tell you?" Harry asked.
"Tell us what Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked back.
"Well that's no surprise. I'm sure that's not the first time Ron has kept something form you about me…" Harry said.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Shut up Harry," Ron warned.
"Well Molly – I can call you by your first name right – Madeline isn't here because Bellatrix Lestrange killed her before attempting to kill Hermia," Harry quietly said. "And another point Ron never mentioned to you was that we actually have had contact in the last five years, before my funeral."
Everybody, except for the kids who were busy chatting away with each other at the separate kids table, looked at Ron.
"Oh yes, Ron actually came to my house about four years ago to try and persuade me to come and live with Hermione and him, or to at least keep in touch with them, though I don't know why since they never replied to my letters in the first place and this was right after my letters stopped going to anyone. But I just couldn't because I was starting a new life away from everybody I ever knew. Then he tried again a year later, but I told him to leave me alone and never attempt to make me leave with him to move in with him and Hermione, and of course I never mentioned Madeline to him or the fact that she was pregnant. And to tell you the truth, I don't regret my decisions," Harry said, loading his plate with food.
A/N: Well that's the ninth chapter. I know it's been awhile, but yeah, what can I say? Blah, blah, blah is what I say! Please Review people! Or give me a lovely little flame. Even to say you read the story would be great, it only takes a minute or two.
