A/N: Here is the start of an adult Harry as opposed to them as kids. Now I can write what I originally imagined. Anyway thank you for reading my story and I am looking forward to your reviews. I am sorry if how you imagined the characters to be aren't what they are in here for they will change and change a lot they will. Obviously JK owns HP so I am dirt poor lol. Thanks again and remember if you would like your name up here you have to review. I love you all. Peace.

Chapter 1 : Return of the Hero

Harry steps out of the Portkey office of the Ministry of Magic. The familiar hustle of London is a fresh sight for Harry. He had been to many places in the last year but not one of them could come close to feeling like home. Now he stood here wondering what he was going to be doing for the rest of his life. He had taken his N.E.W.Ts and passed with flying colors, but the war had ended any thoughts of being an auror for him. He looked down at his watch and noticed that he had a lot to do before he had the chance to find his friends. He made his way to the department of Families and Possessions. There he was met with an elderly woman.

"Good morning, sir. Is there anyway that I may be of assistance for you?" The witch looked up at Harry and her eyes widened when she say him. Harry could only shake his head. He knew that everyone would be looking at him with wide eyes, and thanks from people he didn't even know. He had prepared himself for this and knew nothing he did would prevent it from happening.

"Yes ma'am. I was wondering if you happened to know if I had acquired the Black family home from Mr. Black." Harry said is a very stern business tone. Harry had traveled to America for awhile and learned many things about business and how to be looked at like a man in power. The witch had started rifling through paperwork in a filling cabinet behind her. After searching a couple drawers she had pulled out a folder.

"Here we are Mr. Potter. Before you can take full possession of your inheritance, we will need to acquire a test to verify that you are in fact Harry Potter. "She had pulled out a wand and a small piece of glass. She had motioned for Harry to pull out his hand and Harry agreed. After extracting a few drops of blood, the witch had smeared it on the glass. The blood boiled on the plate and son the smoke had turned green. "Very well, now I have here a few papers that must be signed and filed." She said as she motioned Harry to sit. She then handed him a few papers and looked at him in amazement. "The first one there, Mr. Potter is your agreement to take possession of number 12 Grimmuald Place, which will now be called the Potter Manor, unless you wish to keep its original name. If you wish that, please check 

the box that verifies that as well." Harry had continued to sign paperwork that included the transfer of House elves and an application of a key for the Black vaults. After finishing up and thanking the woman, she explained that he must now only press his hand to the door and it will recognize him as the rightful owner.

Harry left the office with a long yawn and a cramped hand. He didn't remember writing so much, even in his N.E.W.Ts written exam. He shook his head as he made his way to the apparition points. Once there, he had apparated to a local bar just around the corner from his new home called the Burning Ale. There were very few people here and every one of them was a wizard. He had decided to sit down at the bar and have a drink. After buying a glass of Fire Whiskey and giving the bartender his money, Harry looked across the bar. There was little excitement to the place, a few dimly lit tables and a small fire place. He had decided this would not be a place to visit very often, as it held a very dangerous feel that was probably worse after dark.

Taking a deep breath to cool his throat, he had walked out of the bar and noticed how close he was to his home. It made Harry ponder how he never had before noticed this bar before, and turning around he had his question answered. From the outside, the building looked like a condemned storage building with holes in the roof and walls. Harry walked down the road until he stood between numbers eleven and thirteen, in which the number twelve had magically appeared. He placed his hand to the door, and a sharp pain shot into the palm of his hand. Unsure what that meant, he opened the door and was welcomed with the familiar sight of the dark damp house of Black. "Kreacher" Harry called and in a loud pop, the small beaten house elf appeared.

"Master, how may I serve you?" Kreacher said as he bowed low enough for his large nose to touch the wooden floor.

"I want you to remove the portrait of Mrs. Black and do with it as you wish, and return to me." Harry ordered and then left shuddered as he disappeared for a few seconds only to return with tears in his eyes. "Now take this and go. I never want to see you in this household again." Harry gave an old holey sock at Kreacher who cried even harder as he apparated out of the house leaving only a small puddle of tears. "Takes care of that, now I must see where I am going to start making this house more Potter worthy." Harry said to himself as he investigated the cupboards and rooms, taking mental notes of things he would need to change or even replace. He gave a long yawn and knew he had a long day ahead of him, so he made his way up to one of the bedrooms and lay down on the bed. "It is so nice to finally be home," were Harry's last words before he fell asleep in the bed he knew were once Sirius'.

Molly Weasely was setting the large family table for dinner, when a bright green flash came in from the fire place. Standing there wiping off soot stood her youngest child and only daughter Ginny. "Oh my dear, how was your time today?" she had asked as she gave her Weasely hung and smiled brightly.

"It was fun mum. I had the chance to go flying and spent a lot of time just goofing off again. Do you know if everyone is coming for dinner?" she asked as she straightened out her hair which still held the bright red Weasely color, although was cut to just below the tops of her shoulders. She then started helping her mother with the table.

"As far as I know it will be just the three of us and Ron and Hermione. They were supposed to be coming back from their honeymoon today. Why do you ask dearie?" Molly said as her face brightened. It was not too long ago that that her youngest son married his Hogwarts sweetheart Hermione. Everyone who wasn't blind knew they were going to be together and it was a great relief when they finally told everyone the news of the marriage.

"I just have something that I wish to tell everyone." Was all she said as she put on a devious grin and decided to go up stairs to clean up. She had done quite well at Hogwarts but still hasn't decided what she was going to be. Her instincts wanted her to be a Healer, but that would mean going back to Hogwarts and she had too many bad memories there and she was fighting with the idea. She had the grades she needed and even her boyfriend had helped her follow her passion by helping her finish her papers needed to start an apprenticeship, but the only opening was with Hogwarts, as Madam Pomfrey was soon retiring and needed to find a replacement. She sighed to herself as she looked into the mirror. The nightmares had subsided a while ago, but she still remembers sitting in the hospital ward many nights throughout her sixth year of Hogwarts and even a few in her seventh year. "He his gone and is not coming back, so why torture yourself with it." She told herself although it was obvious even to her that she still missed Harry. He told her that he would return but a full year without a letter or call or any sign of him made it easier for her to move on. She slammed her fists on the sink as she turned to her room and looked through her wardrobe for a change of clothes. Digging deep inside, she found an old wooden box deep in the corner.

She had forgotten long ago what was in it, and decided now was as good as ever to figure out what was in it. Opening up the box a small golden ball hovered an inch above her hand. It was the snitch he caught that had won her fifth year Quidditch House cup. She looked at it with haze in her eyes. She remembered the party they through for her and the way Harry lifted her up and kissed her. That was the day he was no longer afraid to show his feelings for her and she could finally return feelings that had brewed for so long. She grabbed the floating ball and looked into its reflection, and saw a lone tear fall down her cheek. She gritted her teeth as she gripped onto the ball with all her might and threw it against the ground. It hit wood with a loud smash and broke in half. Now sitting lifeless across the floor, Ginny left it and fell onto her bed, closing her eyes and wiping tears that failed to stop, no matter how hard she willed them to.

Ron and Hermione busted through the fireplace with bright smiles and laughter on their faces. Met with two bone crushing hugs each, they had both thanked Molly.

"Oh the trip was a blast, Ireland is a beautiful country and the history is amazing." Hermione said as she went and sat down with Molly in the living room. Ron shook his head, even on vacation his new wife was studying. He loved her and wondered why it took him so long to realize it. The wedding was a wonderful event that was held out in the makeshift Quidditch pitch here at the Burrow. He was starting to remember the sights he saw in Ireland when a loud crash tore him from his thoughts. He looked at the two women talking in the living room, and noticed neither of them heard it. He knew there was only one other person in this house, and had a strong guess why she was making a ruckus. Harry left and had missed out on so much. Ron had always imagined naming Harry as his best man and yet, he just left. He couldn't believe that Harry had thought he was the only one that was hurting after the war. Ron clenched his fist as the thought of Harry came back into his mind. He had just wanted to punch him in the face for leaving, knowing that he was not only hurting his two best friends but he hurt Ron's sister. That was something that, even if he did return, Ron would never let happen again. He made his way up the stairs and knocked on Ginny's door.

"Everything is ok, I was just cleaning and something fell of my dresser." Ginny said through the door.

"I'm not that stupid Gin, I know that you broke something and I know why. Let me in, I haven't seen you in awhile." Ron said with a smile on his face. No doubt Ginny thought that it was their mother coming to check and make sure everything was fine. Ginny had opened the door and gave Ron a big hug. Ron however had not failed to notice the tear tracks that lined her cheeks. "You were thinking about him again weren't you?" Ginny didn't respond, only nod as they both walked into the room, the broken snitch still in pieces on the floor. Ron saw it, and picked it up examining the pieces. Shaking his head he threw the pieces in her small trash bin and sat on the bed.

"He's gone and we are moving on. He is not worth worrying about because he was the one that refused to write to us. For all I know he could be dead and I really don't care at this point. Good riddance I say." Ron said as he sat down on the spare bed that his wife used to sleep in when she would visit here before they had gotten married.

"How can you say that? He is your best mate, and he said he was going to come back." She looked at him, half angry that he could be so heartless but yet half agreeing with him. He had hurt everyone and finally everyone's lives were going back to normal without him.

"He was my best mate, until the day he left us all. Now let's not talk about him, it is only bad memories he ever brings up." Ron said as he looked around the room. Pictures and posters, bring back memories of his days at Hogwarts, and try as he might, he couldn't help but remember how Harry was always there when something big happened to him. He was even their when Ron and Hermione shared their first kiss. He gritted his teeth and bunched handfuls of blankets in his hands. Molly had called from downstairs that dinner was ready.

"Let's hear about your trip over dinner, because I am excited to hear what you saw and where you went at Ireland." Ginny said as she stood up and went down stairs, taking one last hand across her face to wipe any remaining tears, and Ron followed suit.

Deep inside the Malfoy Manor, screams could be heard ringing down the halls.

"I can't believe you can be such an incredible asshole." Pansy Malfoy shouted at her husband Draco. "I have to slave over you like some low house-elf all because your prat of a father went and freed the family House elf." Her pale face was now turning bright red as she screamed louder, throwing plates across the room.

"You have no right calling my father names, you know as do I, that he was tricked by the no good Potter. I would think that you would be grateful to be here at all, being your family lost all their money during the war." Draco reclined in his chair casually deflecting plates that would fly his way. They had gotten married as son as Draco had graduated and it was purely for money. Draco had inherited his family's money and didn't want to be alone anymore, so he had agreed with Pansy's parents to marry her. Pansy was happy to marry her Hogwarts hero, but as she learned more about the man she married, she learned that there were parts of him that weren't shown out in public.

"Go to hell, you sorry excuse for a pure-blood. I hope that your kin are squibs." She now drew her wand and started throwing random spells his direction. Draco had not wanted to learn much from his father, but the one thing he did was his skills as a dueler. He easily countered or deflected anything that flew his way.

"My children will be our children my ungrateful wife. Now as soon as you finish destroying my study, I would suggest repairing all the shit you broke." Draco had laughed as he knew a many number of women would throw themselves at him, but the title of married man was something he didn't take lightly. He had never slept around on Pansy, although her lack of affection was wearing him thin. He didn't want to give her means to leave him forever, because if she could, she legally got half his money.

"Fuck you" was all she said as she stormed out of the manor. This was a common occurrence of the couple. Pansy would start a fight, destroying things in her path and then leave to go on an all night drink. In the morning she would come home, fix the things she broke and continue on pretending she was fine with her life. She desperately needed something better to happen in her life, but no one else wanted her. She finally decided to end her running at the Three Broomsticks, where she began spending her husband's money, drinking herself silly.