The Life After Hogwarts
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns all, bow down to the goddess and her powerful bank account. Alternate dimensions of Hogwarts do exist, so have patience with some parts that may normally be impossible in the magical world of The Great J. K. Rowling.
Chapter 1- Harry's New Life
"Harry!" a voice screamed that sounded quite like that of his aunt's shrill screach.
Though that was impossible because he no longer lived with the Dursleys (not sure if that's right, if I'm wrong on anything don't hessitate to correct me). Harry now lived in Sirus Black's home. Though the memory of Sirus' death still bothered him, he had to stay here because after Voldomort's death he could no longer stand to be anywhere near the Dursleys. Harry had always thought it was hard living with them when they hated him but it had become impossible after Harry had saved Dudley's life when Voldomort came after Harry's family.
It suddenly doned on Harry that the voice belong to the portrait of Sirus' mother. Harry sighed then went down stair to try to sooth the woman's painting before she began to screech. He rapped a near by robe around his shoulders and began to walk down the stairs. Harry was no longer the boy he use to be he was now a young man. Harry was about six feet tall and had a muscled physic that was model like. Though Harry's hair was still as wild as it always was and his eyes still held some brightness even after all he had been through. At the moment Harry was wearing a pair of baggy plaid pants that matched his plaid robe.
Harry reached the end of the stairs just in time to run into Doby as he went to fetch Harry. Doby and Wendy had begun to work for Harry only two months after Voldomort had died. Doby, though he still apeared rather starved, was much happier and dressed in more sensible clothing. Sirus' painting of his mother was mumbeling something about late night guest as she fell back asleep. The woman in the painting had lost most of her hate for those against Voldomort after Sirus had died.
"There's a guest to see you, Harry Potter." Doby anounced. There was one thing that bothered Harry about Doby working for him was that Doby always adressed him by his full name even after five years of knowing eachother.
"Who is it Doby?" Harry asked as he followed Doby to the kitchen.
"Harry Potter must not be upset with Doby, Doby had to let him in. Doby was afraid of him and could not turn him away." Doby whimpered.
Harry sighed inwardly. "I won't get mad. Who is it Doby?"
"It is one of Doby's old masters. It is the young Mr. Malfoy." Doby whimpered.
Harry sighed inwardly again then pushed open the kitchen door. There sat Draco. Draco was sitting there looking smug like normal. Nothing much had changed with Draco except the fact that he was taller and now worked with Harry in the Ministry of Magic. Draco had proven himself to be a good guy by saving Harry's life when his father had tried to kill Harry while he slept. Though Draco had used one of the three almost never forgiven spells to end his father's life, he had been forgiven. Draco being there this late could only mean one thing; they had found Hermione.
To be continued...