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Chapter Five….. IRONIC Chapter Five….. IRONIC

(Yes, I'm using the title of an Alanis Morrisette song from her first and best album)(Oh yeah a disclaimer, I finally remembered to put one in! I do not own these characters, just came up with some of the ideas, the great J.K. Rowling did)

Chapter Five…. Ironic

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A week and a half later, Jackson stops at Harry's cubicle, "Potter, your getting Azkaban duty October first through January fifth."

"What! But Sir, I just got back from Azkaban. There are plenty of others who haven't been over there at all, like Boot or Jamison, Gannon, or Spinner."

"Oh well, live with it, Potter, your going, not everything can be fed to you on a silver platter," Jackson replied cruelly.

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A half hour later at eight o' clock am, Harry's shift ended. Harry walked out of the ministry and kept on walking, finally getting home at nine-thirty. Harry unlocked his front door, threw down his cloak and went straight to the Refrigerator to drown his sorrows.

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Twenty minutes and many, many drinks later, Remus came down and as soon as he saw what Harry was doing asked, "Your being sent to Azkaban again, already?"

Harry nodded.

"You just got back!"

"I know, fucking Jackson! The bloody pureblood bastard! I pointed out to that fucker that I just returned from Azkaban, and even gave him a string of names who never even served over at that hell hole yet! Isn't it Ironic?"

"What is Harry?"

"I saved the whole goddamned world and this! This is how they bloody repay me! The Bastards! It's cause I ruined the great dream of these fucking purebloods! I toppled down there dream of destroying muggles, muggle-borns, half-bloods and anything else that wasn't pure and had no purpose for their visions. It seems now, they are all intents of purposes, doing all in there power to dispose of me without having me eliminated. They still need me too much to have me axed, they need the symbol of me to remain. So they'll belittle me any chance they get. There trying to break me any chance they get. There trying to break me, I won't, I can't let them do that. NO WAY!"

"Is that why you won't quit?" asked Hermione from the stairwell.

"YES," Harry answered firmly.

"Then you need to act! Go to the popular sources, hell call Rita Skeeter, write articles, stand out, write a book! You know anything with you, Harry, will draw massive attention."

"That's what I'm afraid of! I don't want the attention."

"But you want to be able to have some rights at work and rights for others like you, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you know what you have to do, right?"

"Yeah, I know, but I don't want to do it."

"But you need to, this world needs to go beyond these ideologies, the damn magical world is about as bad as the states!"

"Yeah."

"So, what are you going to do, Harry?" inquired Remus.

"I'm going to Azkaban, this time… I have two weeks and three months to decide."

"When do you leave?" asked Hermione.

"End of next week."

"And get back?"

"End of first week of January."

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A couple of days later, Friday evening to be exact, Harry is sitting in his half-empty library/den, which he is planning to tell Hermione, she could use the available space…. Well if she would like to.

When someone knocked on his door, then after thirty seconds started to pound. "I'M COMING ALREADY," he yelled at the offensive person whom was pounding on his door.

Harry looked through the drapes and opened the door and greeted the people with… "What are you doing here? And how did you find me?"

"Nice to see you again too, mate," Ron greeted.

"How's it going, Harry?" Neville added.

"The lie or the truth?"

"How about the lie, cause the truth will probably depress us," Ron answered.

Neville shook his head.

"I'm just peachy," Harry replied.

"Wonderful mate, where's the nearest pub? We're free for one night from husband and fatherly duties, plus my next match isn't till next week."

"Well, I'm always free from those."

"And for how much longer?" asked Ron.

"Oh, I don't know… the rest of my life."

"I highly doubt that, Harry," Neville replied.

"Shall we start to that pub?" asked Harry.

"Bloody YES!" Ron answered.

They went down the block and into the muggle pub, The Dancing Horsie (Yes rip off of The Dancing Pony, I love LOTR).

Harry ordered and bought the drinks, being the only one with muggle currency.

"Now the two of you better pay me back."

"Why? You're an Auror, I'm betting you make loads more then I do."

"I highly doubt that, Ron," Harry replied.

"How much do you make, Harry?" inquired Neville.

"Fifth-teen thousand G's."

Ron spit out his beer all over the table, "That's it! I make twenty-five thousand and I'm not on the best team."

"I make thirty thousand," Neville added.

"What is it that you do, Neville?" asked Harry.

"I'm a Herbologist."

"Excellent, perfect for you then…. ?"

"Yes, I love it."

"Want to play some darts?" Harry inquired of his companions.

"Sure, what do we do?" Ron asked as he stood on the line in front of the dart board.

"Throw it and try to get it on the circular board."

Ron threw and hit the billiards table…. Behind him.

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After a good hour of drinking and Harry beating the bloody pulp out of his former schoolmates at darts, they were back in the booth, doing what else… drinking.

"So, any dating prospects, there mate?" Ron asked.

"Nope," Harry said before taking a long chug of his beer.

"You, sure?" asked Neville.

"What about Hermione?" inquired Ron.

"What about her?" Harry asked back.

"Well… mate… I've felt for a long time that you've got a thing for her."

"And what's a long time?"

"Hogwarts."

"Your kidding."

"Sixth, maybe, seventh year."

"And you think this why? What's your basis?"

"Oh, I don't know, the two of you were very secretive after fifth year."

"So what, you didn't tell me everything."

Well, I told you almost everything."

"Except about Luna."

"That was after Hogwarts."

"Sure, Ronnie-boy, sure."

"Well, what was your big secret?"

"Nothing," Harry said quickly.

"Your lying."

"No I am not!"

"You are Harry, even I can tell," Neville added.

"Fine, I told her stuff I couldn't tell anyone else without them… well like you guys going off your rocker, well maybe not you, Neville, you'd be shocked though."

"And what's that?"

"Just some stuff about Voldemort," Harry mumbled, "That's all, honest."

"Okay, Harry, if you say so."

"She was just my best friend, then and is just my best friend, now."

"Uh, hmm," Ron said through a drink, before following it with a, "Right, and Weasley's don't have red hair."

"Well, you are my best friend too, Ron. Aren't you glad I don't love you that way either, cause I do love you mate, you too Neville, your like my family."

"Thanks, Harry."

"I love both of you two guys, your like my non red-headed brothers!"

"Thanks, Ronnie-kin, I love you and Harry as the brothers I don't have as well."

"So, Neville, when did you learn to call Ron, Ronnie-kin?"

"Oh, that, picked it up working on one of Fred and George's projects, for their shop."

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AN: So are they drunk there or what? That was chapter five, chapter six is called Azkaban. Will be out, not sure, when, if this gets a good response, I'll try to post before I go back to school this weekend, if not, who knows when. I let my cousin read this fic, and she loves it, full of twists! Please review.