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A Life Left Behind
Life or Something Like it
Harry closed the door to the jewelry shop where he worked and locked it for the night.
Harry was now 20 years old, he had been gone from the wizarding world for 3 years now. He had made himself a nice living as a muggle in the southern district of London.
The only reason he worked in Johnson's Jewels was because it was the farthest thing away from magic. Mrs. Johnson, the old lady who owned the store, told Harry the only reason she hired him was because the ladies thought he was good looking and would stick around longer to buy jewelry. The young ladies that constantly flirted with him did nothing though; his past was to dark to let anyone to close.
He was always trying to block out the memory of that day in May, when the Dark Lord was defeated, but it was almost impossible. The best years of Harry's life were destroyed right in front of him. He had killed them, all of them if he was never born the war would never have happened and they would all still be alive, Ginny and the Weasleys would still be alive.
Harry led a hollow life. He woke up in the morning ate breakfast, went to work, ate lunch, worked some more, locked up the shop at night, went to his flat, ate a lousy dinner and passed out on his bed remembering all he had lost, then woke up in the morning and did it all again.
Harry had given up all magic. He took his wand and robes and put them under lock and key in a safe box under his bed. He never got them out or looked at them, it was just too painful.
He could not control some of his wandless magic though, when ever he got emotional remembering, something would break or the lights would flicker. He tried hid best to control it but it was hard. Sometimes wandless magic would happen unintentionally, he would go to turn on the water in the shower but it would turn itself on. He usually disregarded it when it was on accident.
As Harry left the shop to go to his flat he would ignore his surroundings, unless he saw a flash of red hair. He would see it was Ginny or any of the other Weasleys, but then after looking closer and getting his hopes up he would remember that they were gone.
After this happening many times Harry tried to ignore it, but when a redheaded woman came into the jewelry boutique he would stiffen up, but slowly that passed too.
Harry had ten blocks to walk to his apartment but he enjoyed the walk. His walk to and from home was his only form of exercise, even though he was still fit from his walks he was not as fit as he was before the final battle.
Harry unlocked the door to his flat and entered. He threw his keys down on the kitchen table in his two-room flat and opened the fridge. He pulled out some left over Chinese food and stuck it in his microwave. He put it in for three minute and sat down at the table and began reading the newspaper. There was nothing very interesting in it so he put it down again and got his food.
He ate his leftovers in silence. He hated the silence because it gave him time to think and thinking was not always the most comforting thing.
When he was done he threw away what was left of his food and went into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He absentmindedly washed his hair and rinsed his body. He got out, brushed his teeth and got dressed in his pajamas.
When he was walking back to bed he heard a noise but disregarded it for the city clamor.
He snuggled into his covers preparing himself for another night of restless sleep, occupied with painful dreams of his Hogwarts years. He was almost asleep when he heard it again.
"Tap..Tap..Tap."
The sound was familiar to him but he just rolled over and tried to sleep again.
"Tap..Tap..Tap..Tap."
Finally he looked up at the window, where the sound was coming from, and gasped. There was an owl outside his window and not just any owl.
"Hedwig?"
She only tapped and hooted in reply.
Harry jumped out of bed, rushed to his window and tried to pry it open. He had never opened his window in the three year he had lived in the flat. In the end it came open and Hedwig hopped in.
"Hedwig, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you since before … before… then."
She hooted and stuck out her leg revealing a piece of parchment attached. Harry took the parchment and unrolled it; it was a clipping from the Daily Prophet.
The Initiation of a New Minister
A New Minster is to be called into office this Friday, the 13th
of April. When Minister Amelia Bones
decided it was time to retire,
her Senior Undersecretary, Percival Weasley, was nominated for the
job
and recently won the election. Mr. Weasley and his family will
attend the ceremony and will give the
traditional acceptance speech.
Mr. Percy Weasley has been an active employee of the Ministry since
he left Hogwarts seven and a half years ago, he has served underneath
two Ministers and rose
fast in his ranks. He started as an assistant
of the late Mr. Barty Crouch, then to the assistant to
the Minister
of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge. When Fudge was dismissed from the
office, Mr. Weasley
was promoted to the Senior Undersecretary of the
Minister. When asked for a comment on his new
position, Mr. Weasley
stated, "I feel this will be a great leap in my career and am honor
to accept this
responsibly. My Family is very proud and I wish most
of them could still be here to show their pride in
me as well". The
ceremony for Mr. Weasley's initiation will take place in the
Ministry and will begin at
six o'clock on Friday. The entire
wizarding community is happy to have such an able minister, but is
sad
to see the glorious Ms. Bones to leave.
Harry sat at the kitchen table and saw Hedwig nip at a piece of bread on the counter. The lights began to flicker and the bulb in his bathroom burst at that Hedwig squawked and flew out the window again.
He was in complete and utter shock. 'Mr. Weasley and his family'; what did it mean by 'his family'? They were all dead. All the Weasleys died. Harry saw all of the Weasleys fall, with the exception of Percy who wasn't there.
Harry tried to snap himself out of this state. 'His family' must be his wife and children, the only Weasleys that will be left. He wondered if Percy ever married Penelope Clearwater; that was the only girlfriend he knew Percy to ever have.
Harry felt the urge to go to the Ceremony and congratulate Percy, he never really liked Percy very much but he was a Weasley and they were family to him, so Harry felt himself family.
No, He won't go though. He was the reason all of the Weasleys were dead. If he hadn't been born and that prophecy not made, he would have never met the Weasleys and they would have never been involved in the war.
Harry felt too ashamed to show his face there again. The wizarding world would cause him so much pain, so many bad memories. He left that world, that place, for a reason. Why go back now? Why go back when the only reason to go was to congratulate the last living relative of a family you helped massacre.
Percy would not want to see Harry, Percy never liked him much either. Also Harry wouldn't feel much surprised if Percy went off on him and tried to throw him in Azkaban if he was to show up.
But Harry couldn't take it; he needed to see what was left of the family that loved him, his family, even if they hated him. He would just not show himself to them, they need not see him like he needed to see them.
"I'm going," he said to no one in particular.
At that Harry went to the side of his bed and knelt down. He pulled a safe box out from underneath, he then pulled a chain off from around his neck. On the chain there was a small key that went to the box; the gold chain was a gift that he was going to give Ginny on his last day of Hogwarts, when he was going to tell her how he felt by asking her out.
He turned the key in the lock and put the chain back around his neck, since he never removed it. Inside the box was a bunch of black cloth and a stick.
The cloth was his black school robes that he was wearing when he ran away and the stick was his phoenix feather wand. The robes were just a memento and probably would not fit any more, but the wand was much more.
His wand was powerful, one of the most powerful in existence. It had saved his life and many more before. Because of its similar qualities to another wand it helped him destroy the Dark Lord Voldemort. The wand was his single most valuable possession and it had spent the last three years locked in a small box under his bed never to have a thought dwelled on it for longer than a few seconds.
Harry tried a couple weak spell to get the hang of doing magic again, at least intentional magic. He did the most mild cleaning spells he could think of, so that the Ministry would not pick up magic-use in a small apartment building in a completely muggle part of town.
Surprisingly Harry's magical ability was about the same as it was before he became a muggle. He put his wand down and shoved it underneath of his pillow. He didn't practice too much for people would begin to question.
Harry looked at the calendar that hung on the wall above his kitchen table, the day read the 10th of April. He had three days till Friday, three day to prepare for a world he had been gone from for three years, even if he was only to return to this world for a few hours.