Title:
Happy
Author:
Soul
Rating:
PG
Warnings:
Occasional swear words. Plotting.
Summary: Harry wants his
friends to be happy.
Note: There are seven chapters to this story.
Harry Potter liked his office, his desk was large and covered with scrolls of parchment and had quills scattered around as liberally as the circular coffee stains, his chair was rather old and battered, but so comfortable that he didn't mind when the stacks of paperwork kept him late, the walls had pictures of various wanted criminals pinned to it among varied posters of the Chudley Cannons, including the latest where Ron waved out from the lineout a huge grin on his face.
On his desk was also a small selection of photos. To his left on top of the 'out' pile stood a picture of himself with Hermione and Ron, taken in their seventh year just after they'd finished their very last NEWT exam. The sun was shining and the three of them were waving and grinning at the camera, laughing from time to time at some joke that Harry had long forgotten that Neville had told as he held the camera ready.
To left of Harry's 'in' pile was a photo taken three months ago at his birthday party, it showed him in the middle of what remained of his yearmates at Hogwarts, gathered in front of a large birthday cake with his name in bright blue icing. When he looked at this photo it made him grin, just because a few friendly faces were missing and would never return was made easier by the addition of a few of those he had once considered lost without a hope of return, that Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were laughing with Pansy Parkinson and a couple of ex-Ravenclaws to the right of the group was something Harry wouldn't have thought possible a few years back, but Harry was glad of it.
Directly in front of Harry was a photo that made Harry's heart skip a beat every time he looked at it; it was of the day six months ago that he had married Ginny Weasley. On bad days when the information coming through his office was particularly hard to swallow, or times when he spent hours recalling every gruesome detail of a scene he was called to for the records Harry would look at this particular photo and feel a wash of relief flood over him at being reminded that there were still beautiful, good things in the world, and one of them would be at their home when he finally got to leave the office to get there.
Harry looked up across his desk at that photo now, only another half-hour and he'd be meeting up with Hermione and Ron, then Ginny would join them and they'd be going to dinner.
It was a harder job than he'd imagined, being an Auror, though he was glad that he hadn't followed Ron down the road towards professional quidditch, as much as he loved his friend, he didn't like how the lifestyle was changing him and how he'd have a different girl in his bed each week purely because he now could.
Harry sighed, his friends both had relationship problems, and neither of them were as happy as he was, and though he rather wished they were. Ginny had scolded him on several occasions saying that he was just wanting everyone settled down because he was; on each occasion he would rebuff that with the fact that he wanted everyone to be as happy as they were, which would always cause her to soften.
That he wanted things different didn't change them, Ron would protest that he was happy the way he was and why shouldn't he enjoy what was offered to him, Hermione on the other hand hadn't dated anyone for around a year now, and usually seemed all right with that, her work with the Ministry developing experimental charms took up most of her time and attention these days.
Harry propped his head up with his hand and set to finishing up the report he was working on, thankfully the scene hadn't been bad, hadn't involved children in anyway, and was pretty open and shut; the Dark Wizard was currently a resident in the holding cells one floor down.
