Harry stumbled along the street the memory of the war, Ginny, and the so many others that had died haunted his thoughts. He fell onto the curb of the sidewalk lying back staring at the few stars he could see through the smog and lights of the city.

"Lost boy?" an elderly balding man asked poking his walking stick at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked confused. He looked at the man and noticed he was wearing nicer muggle clothes. 'Damn I must have wondered into muggle London.' Harry thought to himself annoyed.

"Well you seem a bit to well dressed to mean to be around here. But that is a rather odd looking suit I must say. Fashions have been getting so crazy lately." The man rambled off.

"Yes, they are. Hard to stay with the trends and all that." Harry agreed fake laughter escaping his mouth.

"Do you want me to help you to some other part of town?"

"No thank you, I know my way around rather well. I simply wasn't paying any attention. Thank you." Harry politely informed the other man.

"All right kid, but you'll want to be going soon. This isn't the best part of town." He said sneering pointedly at a comfortable looking bookstore across the street. Harry nodded as the man walked off. Harry looked curiously at the store before making sure there weren't many muggles around and walking into an alleyway and apperating outside of his flat. Harry walked to the doors and the doorman looked at him shocked.

"Why Mr. Potter I thought last night was our last night to have you staying here with us?" he asked startled.

"Yes, well I seemed to have forgotten a few things here." Harry smiled sheepishly at the man.

"Well go right in Mr. Potter. After all we wouldn't want you to miss your wedding night." Harry's smile faltered but was soon hitched back onto his face a fake laugh echoing from him into the air.

"No, wouldn't want to miss that." Harry entered the building and rode the elevator to the top floor walking into the extravagant room. Harry stripped out of his suit lying it hazardously out on the ground. He walked to his nearly bare dresser and pulled out a worn pair of pajama pants pulling them on. He walked to his living room and fell into his couch. How lovely, hero of the Wizarding world and he's alone on his wedding night while his wife goes to sleep with his best friend. Perfect.

Harry stood up and walked to his kitchen and reached under the counter into a hidden drawer and pulled out a bottle of Firewiskey. He took a swig and carried it back with him to his couch. A new better plan forming in his head. Instead of crying about Hermione, as he was bound to do, he would take a drink any time he thought of her.

St. Mungo's was called not an hour later. Harry Potter was rushed into the hospital. The doctors had to remove all contents from his stomach. It was a good thing that his wife was there, or he would have died from alcohol poisoning.

"Did you think you had drank enough?" Hermione shouted at Harry for what seemed the millionth time as Harry was finally allowed to leave the hospital.

"I don't understand why you should have any say, Mrs. Potter." Harry spit out, "after all you are the one who decided to let me know how much I meant to you after we were already married and on our way to our reception. How did that go anyway? Was it lovely? Did everyone wonder where I went? Or did you just go to Ron and see what he'd like to do on what was supposed to be our night?" Harry spat apperating back to his apartment.

Hermione crying apparated back to what was supposed to be her and Harry's new home. She walked into the bedroom the shower was going in the connecting bathroom. She fell onto the bed ad curled up in the covers trying to get warmth from them, cold at the things Harry had said to her. That she was the reason her best friends had tried to drink himself to death.

"What is it Hermione?" a deep voice asked sliding into the bed next to her.

"Nothing." Hermione said wiping her tears on the blanket and turning into the broad chest of the man lying next to her.

"That's a bunch of crap. Tell me."

"I don't' want to think of it. Help me forget." She whispered kissing the man and running her fingers through his thick red hair.

"And to think I almost felt bad for what I said." A chocked up sounding Harry Potter said from the doorway. "Congratulations Ron, you finally have something I couldn't."

"Harry!" Hermione shouted jumping out of the bed pushing the blankets down to get out. Of course that also caused them to fall off of Ron who hadn't felt the need to dress after his shower.

"Leave me alone Hermione." Harry ordered tears flowing down his cheeks. "Obviously you already made your choice." Hermione sat back on her bed and stared stupidly at the place Harry had apparated away from. Strong arms wrapped around her and she sobbed into Ron's shoulder. She clung onto him, there was no way she was going to lose both of the men she loved.

Harry left the house the sounds of his new bride making love to another man assaulting his ears.

"Mr. Potter how much longer are you expecting to be wanting your apartment?" the building owner Frank Seymour asked seeing Harry walk through the doors. "I had thought you were finished last moth until I received your latest payment."

"I will be needing this place for a while longer. That will not be a problem will it?"

"Of course not Mr. Potter." Frank answered a grin spread across his face. As soon as Harry left he frowned, he had wonderful offers coming in for the flat Potter used to live in. a pity to give them up.

Harry lay down in his bed falling into a fitful sleep. The next morning when he woke there was nothing different, nothing good that he could see. Days went by where Harry lived in a shadow world. Everyone he met congratulated him on his wedding and asked where his lovely wife was. No one knew that Harry hadn't seen the woman since the day after they were married. The void in his soul where she was grew as the days wore on.

One day he was walking randomly just as the day he lost the love of his life and came across the bookstore that the older man had sneered at. Harry looked around and decided that it looked to be a nicer store and walked inside. He was absolutely shocked when he saw the aristocratic platinum blonde snob from his childhood sitting in the muggle shop, reading a muggle book and drinking tea.

A/N: this is me now. It's defintly giong to be difernt then my normal thoguh as it is someone else's story. hope you like!