Chapter 7

He awoke alone and after putting on his glasses saw his clothes hanging over the edge of the open wardrobe door. He quickly dressed and headed out to the kitchen. Darren was sat at the table steadily working on a bowl of cornflakes. Wayne was in a high chair putting as much food on his face as his mouth. Sally had soon placed tea and toast in front of him.

Once Darren had finished and ran off to find his toys Sally sat opposite him. "Do you have plans for today?"

"Not really I thought I'd look for Mickie and hangout."

She got up from the table and quickly made him another drink. He sipped it and made a face it was worse than Snape's potions.

"It's full of all the salts you lose every time you pop a pill." She suddenly seemed quite shy. "Harry, if um you want you can spend tonight here again." Her voice hardened. "But don't turn up wasted again. You can do as you please today but I don't want you here in the state you were in the first time Mickie brought you. It's not the best example for Darren. I try to keep that sort of thing away from him."

He kept her warning in mind and while he had took enough pills and drink to move him to the happy place he had found where nothing touched him or upset him. Where Sirius and Voldemort where distant memories.

As the park emptied he thought he was in a good enough place to head back to Sally's he was sober enough to find it. She stared hard at him as he stood in the doorway.

"You'll do." She let him in. He sat in the lounge letting Darren explain the names of his trains to him and game he was playing. Sally called them all in to the kitchen and set a spaghetti bolognas before them all.

The evening followed the same template as the previous one and it was early but he was happy to head to bed knowing sleep was not on the plan.

The next morning he awoke alone but was feeling good. He joined this little family for breakfast. Darren was soon ushered off. Harry who could read body language knew something was up.

"Harry, your one of the few guys I could want to stay here long term. You're good with Darren but you've got issues and you're not ready to face them yet. When you leave today don't come back until or unless you're ready to face them. If it was just me I'd let you stay but I can't have someone taking as much you do when I've got kids. One day you won't come back it'll be a bad trip or something, I'd rather today was your last visit before Darren gets used to you being here."

He could see her point, he could see it as he left. He could see it as he took two E out of his bag and washed it down with vodka. Soon he couldn't remember her points or how much it had hurt him. He wondered on. Letting his feet lead him.

Mickie was missing and so he walked on. He soon found himself above the plastic perfection that was Little Whinging. The sun was shining on the shimmering splendid of the children's playground. It was busy with little children. He watched them dancing in and out of rainbows as they sang their songs.

From nowhere a storm faced dark haired goth marched towards him. "Where have you been Harry? We've looked for you everywhere."

"I've been here and I've been there and I've been in between." He smiled at his own answer.

Tonks took him by the arm. "Come with me."

He allowed her to lead him to the bushes. She wanted privacy for something. He hoped he knew what for. He tried to approach her to find out why she wanted privacy. He was almost instantly hard at the thought of having sex with her here in these bushes as everyone walked near.

Her wand was out and he was standing next to a slick silvery shining stupendous wolf. It glowed with the life of magic within it, it turned and growled at him making him take a step back, then it was gone as Tonks sent it away.

With a pop that made him jump Dumbledore was stood in front of him. Harry remembered being angry with the headmaster but he couldn't remember how to be angry. Instead he stared at the perfect purple paisley perfection of the headmaster's robes. His eye was drawn in towards the infinity of the patterns.

"I think it best Harry if you come with me to the Weasley's." Albus called his own patronus the phantasmical flaming phoenix. Harry stared transfixed by the sunlight shining through the wings of the mercurial bird before it disappeared to carry the headmaster's message.

"Take my arm Harry and hold on tight."

Harry did as he was instructed. There was a feeling of compression as he was squeezed through a drinking straw and then pushed back to his original size. He collapsed onto his knees. He hadn't eaten anything recently but he spat out acid as his stomach heaved from the experience.

"How are you Harry?"

"Fucking bad trip." He muttered before spitting to try and clear his mouth.

"Come Harry, Molly will have something to help."

Harry followed the purple robed man through the lush greenery of the Weasley garden The headmaster waited patiently at the door as he was distracted by the shades of sunlight dabbling through the orchard trees. Eventually he caught up with the man and entered the Weasley kitchen.

Sitting at the table was Hermione, the surprisingly sexy girl with a line in dirty talk no one would suspect. Standing glaring at him was Fleur, every boys wet dream she was beyond the realms of human beauty. Ginny sat next to Hermione, the pretty little ginger with freckles down her face and neck he wandered how far they went.

"So ladies who wants to fuck me first?"

Everyone's eyes went to the figure of Molly standing at the stove with a face of shock and outrage.

Harry took in her expression and a giggle escaped his lips which broke into a laugh. Everyone looked at him sadly as he sunk down to the floor clutching his sides. He couldn't stop laughing even though he knew it wasn't funny. Nothing was after all.

A.N.

The end.

You were expecting a happy ending?

Epilogue 2 years later.

The boys were playing upstairs it was a noisy game but it was good natured. Sally drank her tea and watched the youngest sleep.

She disturbed then started to sing at her teddy. She was a sweet natured child.

"Mummy Barbie." She pointed out of the play pen. "Barbie" she repeated.

"Oh well no rest" she muttered. Sally thought of herself as a good mum as such she tried not to swear in front of them. However as she watched the Barbie levitate towards her daughter she forgot her rules. "Shit Lily how are you doing that?"

Definitely the end.