Without Mention

So, I've updated my two slow stories in the past few days, this is the strangest POV of this story, possibly, I don't know how many parts I will do, but there are a few that come after this one already, and I've got Hermione half-written and swear I'll update over the summer!

I have been asked to try to tell the life story of Harry Potter, but it has come to my mind that his life story isn't all that important, because Harry Potter has never asked to be famous. I was speaking with him a few weeks ago and he told me that all he could ever ask for was waiting for him in a small cottage in Hogsmeade, and that is very true.

Harry grew up without a family of any sort, unless you count Petunia Dursley, but after what had happened to her we can trust that she didn't show an ounce of compassion for Harry. I always felt a rather strong tinge of regret for leaving him with the Dursleys that fated October night. Fate, now, I could simply say that Harry Potter was born to the wrong parents, in the wrong place and at the wrong time, and with his unfortunate coordination of circumstances, Fate simply took over. It could also be said that Fate threw he and Ginevra into each other's arms, but that wouldn't be altogether fair. Because, you see, Fate couldn't have picked a better person.

I met Harry once more when he was eleven, and I always wondered what the world missed of Harry Potter, did we miss temper tantrums (like his daughter)? Did we miss a quiet, respectful boy (I doubt it)? But, most of all, did we miss a different person? Did Harry always know that something was missing from his life? Was his loss always constant? The gap in his life is filled now, but for the ten years before that that I knew him, that loss was always there. But now, whenever I look at him, I miss his scar completely, what I do see is the children's book that has found it's way into his briefcase, or the lunch Ginevra has packed him, or the wedding ring that was once his fathers. He proved himself to me that year, and I have promised him that I won't discuss that prophecy here, so I'll continue with scant a mention.

His second year, Harry did save his little bride, as I have been calling her for years, because she really is quite a bit shorter than he. But, that's beside the point, and it has always been my personal opinion that Ms. Ginevra Weasley-Potter has never gotten enough credit for what she did. Ginevra and Harry agree with me, Harry told me at last year's Christmas party (with his wife on his arm, as always at any event where there MIGHT be dancing!) she could take his place and be famous, he'd gladly stay home an anonymous with Lilly. Ginevra also proved herself stronger than one might think, though it is a rarely acknowledged fact, Virginia had to put as much willpower into the destroying of Tom's diary as Harry did.

In his third year Harry found Sirius Black, and occasionally I'm sure he wished he hadn't. Harry managed to make an angle where he was responsible for his death, Harry a guilty sort of person. Ginevra can't stand to see people feeling bad about themselves, life works out rather well for those two. Harry won't let her hate herself, and Ginevra won't let Harry hate himself. But, I will say here, that Sirius Black's life had ended with Petunia Evan's marriage to Vernon Dursley, and Harry was one of the few things that ever brought life back in to his eyes. Actually, most people will say that surely anyone who knew Lily and James was forcibly reminded of them by Harry and his little bride, yes, but by appearance only, the way they act towards each other brings back Sirius and Petunia in a terrifying way. Harry and Ginevra also both met Dementors for the first time, Harry can deal with them now, but with Ginevra's bout of depression six years ago, her defenses towards them are weaker than ever. It's a horrible fear of anyone who knows our vibrant redhead and her daughter that she will encounter Dementors when she's alone with Lilly.

Harry's name was drawn for the Tri-Wizard Tournament when he was only fourteen, and with great adversity was that met, seeing as he was the second Hogwarts Champion. Ginevra was, as I remember it, putting a concerted effort into both getting over him (that worked out just fabulously) and supporting him. Harry was busily trying to aggravate anyone who cared to be aggravating towards him, and fighting with Ron, who was ignoring Hermione, who was ignoring Ron. Have I mentioned lately that I have always regretted getting myself locked up in a building with a bunch of teenagers nine months of the year? Well, I do. And, he was absolutely enamored with a Ravenclaw named Cho Chang, who, if I remember correctly, later became a Death Eater, but was proved to have been under Imperious the entire time, and finally married a Michael Corner sometime last year, at the age of twenty-four, one of the latest marriages recently. After the war, people seemed to realize that life is too short to let love go, more and more married twenty-year-olds are showing up, but I approve in a sort of way. The return of Lord Voldemort did not cause havoc in the wizarding community, mainly because the bumbling idiot of a Minister For Magic wouldn't bother believing in what was probably the only major decision of his horribly incompetent and disorderly in a rather peaceful way rule! I'm sorry about that, it was a bit ridiculous and extremely biased, but can any of you truly blame me? With the exception of both Minerva and Aberforth, of course, I don't think those two have ever encountered anything that is not my fault in some way.

In Harry's fifth year he began to draw away from us all for any number of reasons to do with aforementioned damnable prophecy that he has forbidden me to mention ("If I here one more word about what a little hero I was I think I'll have to curse someone..."). And, as always, though then it wasn't much of an always, Ginevra simply pulled him out of it. Harry never did react well when others tried to psychoanalyze him, and Ginevra skipped the step of trying to make him feel better, she told him to feel better, and I've yet to meet someone stupid enough not to listen to a Weasley woman when she's mad. Even little Lilly strikes fear into all of our hearts on occasion. Harry and Ginevra, as I'm sure you've heard one too many times, make each other feel better every day, death continues to follow them, and they continue to put up as good a fight as they can.

In Harry's sixth year he involved himself with the war as little as was possible, preferring to prepare himself for the confrontation by finding strength in two amazing women, Luna Lovegood (now Longbottom) Georgia Wood (then Blanche, soon to be Finnegan), his two best friends (we're all well acquainted with the Dream Team, I'm sure) and Ginevra Weasley. Harry found solace hiding himself behind the guise of a normal sixteen year old with a normal life, yet somehow living a conflict older than time itself at the same time. It's an interesting paradox, but seeing as an extended paper on the prophecy is not my intention, I won't go into the whole affair.

In his seventh year the battle of Hogwarts began in November, in June, he finished it, with a considerable amount of help from his little bride. I don't like to talk about that night, it is an infringement of privacy on many parts, and we all know the end of the story.

Two years after that Harry was married to Ginevra, they were young, but they loved each other very much. And they were afraid, she had tried to end her own life, he had been the only thing keeping her alive for over a year, and he was an Auror in training, imminent demise comes with the territory. They had their marital problems, or so Molly assures me, but they are both the type of person who falls in love once, and they hold on to that love forever, they can't fall in love again, they won't fall in love again. When Ginevra was twenty-one and Harry twenty-two, they had their daughter, Lily. Lily is the most important thing in either of their lives, she looks just like her mother and two grandmothers, yet she's got Harry's personality. They have the same sense of humor, and the same green eyes that show the emotions that they want to keep hidden.

That would be an appropriate place to end the story of Harry Potter's life, the look in his eyes when he sees Ginevra and Lily. He lights up. Or perhaps the normal life he leads now, for example. This morning, he was late for his first class of the day, and realized that he'd taken his wife's briefcase, so had a few loose charts she's been keeping up to date to keep herself entertained rather than a fifth year DADA paper. Then, when he had set them to reading a chapter, for no reason any one could really see, he flew down to the professors room and attempted to Floo his house, but he remembered that Ginevra would be dropping Lily off at her Aunt Angelina's in order to keep an appointment with her doctor, so he finally managed to catch Poppy, who quite likes Harry, and thus took his class for him, as he Flooed himself home, in order to get his briefcase. But, throughout the whole thing, he was grinning slightly, because of the simply domesticity that he knew so little of. When he did arrive in his class, he quickly told the second year class he had made stand in the hallway for fifteen minutes the story (Poppy had had to go because of a first year flying injury) and had them rolling on the floor by the end. By the time he finally assigned them some light reading, and was sitting down at his desk, he had wasted half of his morning. But he was happy, his life may be chaotic, it may be unbelievably clichéd, but he loves it, Ginevra loves it. And they're living it, that's more than would have been expected for them seven years ago, much, much more.