Disclaimer: JK Rowling's: Harry, Ginny, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, etc. Mine: None. Sigh

Chapter One: Reminisces

Twisting his wand, Harry Potter Apparated out of the Ministry of Magic's Atrium after a meeting with the head of the Auror department. Andrew Kirke had taken one look at Harry, tried after a long weekend of tracking two minor Death Eaters still at large across half of Siberia, and told him to go home. "Or go somewhere, Potter, and rest. I can't have my top Auror getting sick."

Harry had what he considered a good life. He had a steady job as an Auror (a mostly quieter post now that there were hardly any Dark wizards left to catch.) two best friends, a brand new godson, and a wonderful adoptive family in the Weaslys. There had been losses, yes, but not unbearable ones. After Sirius, Harry had been careful to keep everyone he cared about safe. He had almost died in the process several times. His only other failure had been…but no, he wouldn't think about it.

Harry was still the Boy Who Lived, and now Voldemort was just a footnote in The Complete Encyclopedia of Rather Nasty Dark Wizards. Well, actually, he was a chapter, but it was a short one. Harry knew, because he had gotten The Complete Encyclopedia of Rather Nasty Dark Wizards for Hermione for Christmas. Hermione, of course, had been thrilled.

Ron and Hermione had gotten married three years after Hogwarts, two years after Voldemort's downfall. They had been married for four years now, and their son, Nicholas Ronald Weasly, had been born two months ago. (Ron had foolishly suggested naming his son Gilderoy, but after Harry had convinced a reluctant Hermione to give him back his nose, Ron had quickly digressed.)

Fred and George were two of the richest wizards in the world. Their joke shop had been a huge success from day one, and although they had taken some time out of their careers to help the Order in the War, they were certainly back on track now.

Percy, Charlie and Bill were all happily married, and Percy and Bill had both started families. Mr. Weasly was head Wizard ambassador to the Muggle Prime Minister, and brought home a considerably larger amount of money now than he had when he still worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. Mrs. Weasly was still much the same. And Ginny…

Ginny had disappeared the night of Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts. The next morning, after fighting all through the night, Harry had destroyed the Dark Lord. He had literally taken his anger towards Voldemort, and his love for his parents and Sirius, his guilt for Cedric's death and the other innocents, and his frustration at the loss of Ginny and translated it into raw magic. He had shoved the magic out of his wand, and into Voldemort. The Dark Lord had been disintegrated by Harry's feelings. Harry allowed himself a brief moment to reminisce about Ginny, and then cleared his head. Dwelling on the past won't bring her back, he told himself fiercely.

Thinking about Ginny made Harry think about Nicholas. Harry loved Nicholas with all his heart, but he always got a little wistful when he saw him. Harry was decidedly single, and had been since fifth year when Cho Chang had broken up with him. Fighting the Dark Lord and saving the world had been number one on his list while he was at Hogwarts, and even after Voldemort's defeat he found that most women only liked him because he was Harry Potter.

Sighing, Harry Apparatedinto the Leaky Cauldron. Tom the Bartender looked up.

"Evening, Mr. Potter, what can I get for you?" he asked eagerly.

"Nothing today, Tom. Just passing through." Harry turned and wove away through the crowd.

Tom stared after him. "Now he's a 'ero, that boy, but always been a might strange, if you ask me," he remarked to the lady at the bar. "Yes, sir, a might strange."

Outside, Harry tapped the bricks that would get him into Diagon Alley. He hadn't seen Fred and George in a while. Maybe he would visit their shop…Anyway, he hadn't taken a walk down Diagon Alley in a long time, and it was one of his favorite places in the Wizarding World. Harry hummed to himself lightly as the snow fell in his hair. Christmas was in…bloody hell, it was in two days. He had really lost track of time in Siberia. He would have to buy gifts today, if he was going to get anything. And he was. Nicholas needed a broom. He would visit Gringotts, get some money, and shop for presents.

"LOOK!" yelled a little boy's voice. "Oh, Mum, look who it is!"

"Now, Tommy, it's not polite to point…"

Harry sighed. He hadn't been recognized in a while. At least, no one had made a big deal about it. After 21 years, people were starting to realize that he was a normal guy. He mentally prepared himself to turn and face the excited, squealing child.

"It's OLIVER WOOD, Mum!"

Harry smiled slightly to himself. He turned and walked away. Oliver had come a long way from the crazed Quidditch captain Harry had met his first year at Hogwarts. Oliver, as well as being Keeper for England, was one of the heroes of the War. He had single handedly brought down the Lestranges when they tried to assassinate the Muggle Prime Minister. "Let Oliver have the attention," Harry mused silently. "He deserves it."

Harry rounded a corner, and headed up the steps of Gringotts. He had shopping to do, and thinking about the War, or any of the people involved, wouldn't help him any.

A/N: Ok, so I'm thinking that this is starting to become predictable. Yes? No? Review and tell me!!! Be gentle, this IS my first fic.