Title: Not Quite Gone
Author: SweetAsheyPie
Summary: Harry leaves the wizarding world after defeating Voldemort. He then disappears without a trace, and creates a new identity for himself. Then things get tricky when his true identity is discovered.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, concepts, etc.) belongs to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, Inc. AOL/Time Warner, Inc., among others. I make no claim, written or implied, upon Harry Potter. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators / copyright holders is intended.

Jonathon Richard Johnson woke with a start, breathing hard. He knew he should be used to these dreams by now since he had been plagued with them since that fateful night he had defeated Voldemort, but he wasn't. He was sure he was dreaming these dreams just so he wouldn't forget what happened and what made him leave. He could never forget.

Flashback

As he was working his way toward Voldemort and killing every Death Eater that got in his way, he heard Lucius Malfoy shout the killing curse at him. He ducked and heard someone fall down dead. He then got up and faced his would-be-killer and dueled with him until he, himself gained the upper hand and killed him.

He then rushed to the dead body and discovered it was the body of his first friend, Rubeus Hagrid. His eyes began to tear up but blinked them away and ran off to face Voldemort

End Flashback

He still felt responsible for the half-giant's death, even though he knew, logically, that it wasn't really his fault. Lucius Malfoy shouted the curse. But he always blamed himself for not hearing Malfoy come up behind him. He could have fought him then and prevented the death of Hagrid.

JR (Jonathon Richard) shook his head to get the thoughts out.

"I am a new person now." He told himself. "I have escaped that life for good now. I am a totally different person now with a whole new look." This was his mantra to get him through the days. Every day he had the urge to go back to his old life, to the people he left behind, but he knew that it would be even more difficult for him to go back to that old life.

He then became lost in the memories of when he left after the battle. He had apparated to Diagon Alley first to take half the gold he had out of his account and exchange it into muggle money. He was well off. Then he left Diagon Alley to the streets of London where he took a taxi to the nearest hotel and started his knew life.

He knew he couldn't be Harry Potter anymore so he decided he needed a new identity so he invented J.R. Johnson and he had used a glamour spell to change his features a bit. He gave himself Dark Brown hair, brown eyes and changed his facial structure a bit. He also made his skin color a bit tanner.

He was startled out of his memories by the phone ringing.

"Who would be calling at-" He turned to look at his bedside clock "11 AM? Oh No!" He picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey JR. Are you ready for your book signing? The limo will be by to pick you up in 20 minutes. What are you wearing for this? Remember you need to dress professionally. I don't want you showing up to a book signing wearing jeans and a t-shirt again JR."

It was his assistant, Mark. "Umm yeah Mark, of course I'm ready," He lied. "I'm wearing my black suit with my dark blue shirt. No tie. Don't worry. I have learned my lesson." He laughed.

"Okay. Sounds good. I'll see you in 20 minutes."

"Alright Mark. See you."

As soon as he hung up the phone he bolted for the bathroom and got showered and dressed in record time. He was all ready with 2 minutes to spare.

He sat in the living room waiting for that tell-tale knock of Mark's.

knock knock knock knock knock…pause…knock knock

"Come on JR," Mark's voice resounded through the door. "We need to go now."

The ride was uneventful and Mark kept on going through the procedure with him over and over again just to make sure JR knew it like the back of his own hand.

They soon pulled up in front of the bookstore where he would be doing his signing and he followed Mark out of the limo to the signing table and just started signing one book after another. It was very mundane. JR wasn't paying much attention to his "fans" and was suddenly struck by the notion that he was wasting his life. He didn't feel as if he was doing what he was meant to be doing anymore. He knew he wasn't happy and it was a very eerie feeling. He wanted more to do with his life. He wasted 8 years by studying to become a psychiatrist, something he wasn't all that interested in, and then another year writing a book on that exact subject. He was 29 years old and what the hell was he doing with his life? He felt like he was 50 or so. He had a big apartment and wrote a best-seller and reached a good point in his career. Where else was there to go?

He knew he wanted to settle down and start a family but none of the girls he had dated were that like that special someone that he had once had. Memories of red hair, brown eyes, and freckled skin flooded his mind. He knew he would never find anyone like that again. He now knew that even though it would be one of the most difficult things to do, he needed to return to the Wizarding World that he left nine years ago.

"I need to go back."

"Uhh what?" A fan asked.

/Did I say that out loud/ He thought. /Crap, I did/

"Umm nothing I'm sorry and your name is…"

/And so the monotonous book signing continues./ He thought. /I need to get out of here. /

He looked around. /Hmm there are about 100 or so more people here and I've been here for 2 hours now and signed a lot of books. Maybe if I just slip under the table and make a run for it I could get away…/

JR slipped under the take and made a break for the exit. His many crazed fans began to chase him hoping to get their autographs and maybe something more.

/I did not notice this many women here. Now that I think about it, almost all the fans were women. What did I get myself into/

There were about 50 women chasing him. He was running at full speed and the women were still gaining on him. He felt like he was one of the Beatles or like Austin Powers in that movie. He made it to the exit and out the door and he got into the nearest cab. /Thank God/ he thought as women began to bang into the cab, unable to stop quick enough.

"Can you take me to Bob's Record store? And quickly please?"

"Sure man."

/Phew…Made a clean getaway…/

JR felt a sense of home as soon as he saw the Leaky Cauldron nestled in between Bob's Records and the Big Book Store.

He paid the cab driver and walked inside the pub. He half-expected everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at him but he only got a few stares aimed at his sweaty, haggard appearance.

He began to walk to the door to the alley when something caught his eye. He turned and saw Her. The girl of his dreams. The one that he had been thinking about for 9+ years. Ginny Weasley.

A/N: Thanks to my full-time muse, Kelly!