Summary:
Azkaban; It can break the toughest of men, the strongest of heroes.
Rebuilding a new life is tough, especially when the bricks of your sanctuary are falling.
(A Harry-in-Azkaban twist with a couple of twists. May be HP/GW towards the end… I'll see what I feel like…)
Disclaimer: I honestly haven't the faintest clue why we still have to do these… everyone knows we aren't J.K. Rowling here… not nearly as brilliant… we're just overly obsessive fans… No need to rub it in (grumbles)
Chapter 3:
A/N: Hey there everyone! Sorry I haven't been updating this or any of my other stories recently… college just started again and I've been mega busy…
Anyway, think of this chapter as an Easter present… and if you don't celebrate Easter then this is just some random present… hehehe…
Anyway, I'm actually updating this story coz it's my fave one out of all the stories I'm writing…
It had now been five years since that fateful day that Voldemort was defeated and everyone realised the truth.
Much had happened in the life of Harry Potter since that day. He had, after much persuasion from his newfound friends in the muggle world, opened up to somebody and married that special lady too. After falling owner to an especially large mansion, they had also had a beautiful daughter which they had named Chloe Marissa Potter; Marissa after her mother.
Things didn't stay that perfect for long though. About a week after Chloe was born, Marissa developed some severe internal bleeding and shortly after, died.
Things had gotten pretty bad for Harry after that; Chloe fell ill and Harry was just about ready to close himself off from the world forever but once again, his friends seemed to pull him out of it, convincing him enough to look after himself so he could look after Chloe.
As Chloe slowly started getting better, things started to cool down for our hero.
At present, he was with Chloe in the massive lounge and they were playing some new game the energetic four-year-old had thought up.
But their fun was stopped as the doorbell rang. With curiosity plainly etched on his face, Harry slowly made his way to the door. Bewildered as to how someone had found his home as it had the strongest concealment charms on it (the wards seemed to recognise his newfound friends and they never knocked anyway) Harry opened the door only to find about ten people shivering out on the lawn; ten people Harry had vowed never to see again.
Standing out on the lawn were Ron, Hermione, Remus, Sirius, Ginny, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Dumbledore, Tonks and Malfoy.
The two parties just stood there staring at each other for a while in a deafening silence until a bubbly voice broke through the background.
"Daaaddyyy! We didn't finish playing Runny Run Bun-Bun yet! Daddy? How come you haven't let those people in yet? Daddy…"
Suddenly snapping to his senses, Harry turned around, picked up his over-excited toddler and spoke to the 'intruders' as he would like to call them.
"Well you might as well come in then…" he spoke resignedly, "Chloe, it's past your bedtime. Go get ready for bed sweetie"
As the toddler pouted off to get ready for bed Harry walked off to the lounge giving no signal that he wanted the intruders to follow but they did anyway. Still no one had tried to say anything to him out of fear of blowing what could be their only chance.
As he motioned for them to stay in the lounge, Harry went off to tuck Chloe into bed.
By the time he came back down again, most of them were seated, Ginny being the only one who was not; she was standing by some of their photos and looking at one in particular; the one of Harry and Marissa side-by-side, laughing up at the picture and holding the new-born Chloe in their arms. It was a simple muggle picture but it was one of Harry's favourites.
"Harry, who's this?" asked Ginny, breaking the trend of silence.
"Not that its any of your concern Weasley but that was my wife, Marissa" he replied coldly, cutting into their hopes of being welcomed back, "Now I doubt you came here purely for a social call to look at photos and ask about my wife; what the hell do you want?"
"Just to apol" began Hermione earnestly before Harry cut her off.
"That's a complete load of bullshit and you know it Granger. Don't take me for a fool!" he hissed with pure fury behind his eyes.
As most of them had never seen that look on Harry before, they gulped and shut their mouths; well all except one.
Draco Malfoy of all people suddenly stood up.
"Look Potter, I know we've never been on the best of terms but for goodness' sake, all of us just came here to apologise for not believing you all those years ago and if you don't wanna accept that then you can shove it. We would have apologised a long time ago if you hadn't made your house so friggin' hard to find!"
There was dead silence in the house as Draco and Harry started at each other, one with pure hatred in his eyes, the other only with impatience.
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