Boeing, Boeing, Gone...

After the defeat of Voldemort, Harry was left with huge amounts of time to think about what he was going to do next. His vaults, he had gained a couple more by some old rule of conquest still in place, were reasonably full and he had a lifetime pension from the reformed Ministry under Shacklebolt. He'd thought about being an Auror once he had left Hogwarts, but he realised he wanted to do something because it was fun – not what was expected of him. Once he had completed his seventh year, going back with Hermione, he had played Quidditch but sensationally quit in the middle of the season because the team kept making fun of his time on the run with Hermione and Ron.

'Although' he thought with a smile, 'Those idiots dressed up as Death Eaters on April Fools Day didn't help matters…' thinking about when some of the opposing team's fans tried to impersonate Harry's enemies. Reacting on pure instinct, and from nightmares that claimed his dreams every night, he'd swung the broom up, round, down and fired multiple curses and jinxes – he'd later been told they'd found the leader's right arm in a Primary school in Cardiff and had taken six hours to reattach.

"Harry?" a voice brought Harry out from his dreams. He looked around to see Hermione entering from what Harry had cheekily called the 'Transporter Room' – the only room in his mansion that allowed specially keyed in portkeys. With the bushy haired girl was a couple of his old school friends; Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown, both of the Patil twins, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas. For a moment he wondered why they had gathered, then realised it was the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts and that they'd all gather at his place to get drunk and swap tales.

"Sorry…" he shrugged and got out of his chair to greet them all. "I was thinking about things" and the others nodded. Although the war against Voldemort had touched them all in some way, each knew that it was not nearly as bad as what the raven haired teen had experienced.

"Where's Ginny?" asked Luna.

"In bed"

"At this time in the afternoon?"

"With Draco Malfoy"

"Oh man…" Dean drawled, "How long?"

"About just over two years, so I guess I was the only one who meant the words on our vows" he said bitterly.

"Let's go round and kill them both and make it look like an accident" Luna suggested brightly.

"I'm with Captain Prozac" said Hermione.

"No need for that" said Harry. "I have already cast her out from the mansion… I gave her the standard test for compulsions and stuff – failed each of them. So I gave her twenty minutes to pack her stuff and she took the kids when she did" he stared at his glass. "First thing in the morning, I'm going to file divorce papers and cut her out of my will"

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By half past eight in the evening, the drinking was in full session and the group had been joined by other surviving of their year including a couple of Slytherins who had stayed at the school to help defend it. Harry and the rest of his really close friends, those that had not betrayed him like most of the Weasley family, sat on a collection of beaten and fire damaged chairs that they'd salvaged from the ruins of Hogwarts. When she had been around to shriek at him, Ginny had tried to get rid of them many times and had ordered her husband to buy all new stuff. In the history of Harry Potter, it was that one subject where he raised a hand to a woman and hit her.

"Have you given any thought about what to do with your life?" asked Dean drowsily from a chair that had been taken from the Hufflepuff common room.

"Flying… But Ginny has already got it around that I'm mentally unbalanced after that incident with the fans, so no team is going to take me on for fear of me going off on one again" he poured himself another glassful of whiskey before going on. "Watch an old Muggle show on the TV last night,,, This bloke gets out the RAF and then buys a plane to start his own airline"

"You want to start your own airline?" Hermione asked him dubiously.

"Let him do it if he wants" slurred Parvati from the floor.

"And how are you going to explain all of this to the Ministry?"

"Not planning to… Going to run it in the Muggle world"

"Who would you have as your staff?" questioned Daphne Greengrass.

"You lot…" Harry slugged his glass in one before getting his fifteenth refill of the night. "Hire you as cabin staff, sales, uniform making… We just use magic to do the repairs and we should work out well"

"It's a sign of how pissed I am" said Lavender, "That it actually makes perfect sense. You know what, Harry?"

"What?" He replied.

"I'm right with you"

"Great" Harry reached out to the nearby side table and picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hello...? Is that Heathrow Airport? Ah yes, my name is Harry Potter. I wonder if you could tell me how much it is to buy a 747?"