Two and a half years later Harry was with eight-year-old Arushi and nine-year-old Teddy at a wizarding playground outside of London. Arushi was on a swing going back and forth without going very high. A little girl with her curly hair in two buns on either side of her head was sitting next to her on the other swing. She had medium brown skin and she would glance up at Arushi every now and again. They seemed to talk off and on about something. Teddy was over at the Quidditch pitch on his broom.

A man with sandy brown hair walked over to Harry. His blue eyes were so pretty, his skin was pale but not sickly. He wore a blue cable knit jumper and jeans. He sat next to Harry.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi?" Harry said his hand sliding on to his wand holster.

"She yours?" He said motioning with a hand around a travel cup to Arushi.

"Yes," Harry said.

"The girl next to her is my Abby. She looks more like her mom every day and nothing like me. Whats your girl's name?"

"Arushi," Harry said his muscle slightly less tense.

"Im Mark Aberdeen." He said offering his hand to shake harry's

"Harry Potter," Harry said taking the hand.

"I swear my wife mentioned your name. Must some wizard thing. You famous to wizards?"

"Yeah, but not much." Harry shrugged.

"Cool. Just moved here. My wife died 8 years ago, told me about this wizard stuff before she went. Abby was only a few months old. She started showing magic a year ago so I came here, to be with her grandparents who knew something about this stuff."

"You just told me your whole life story." Harry joked.

"Well, the only person I can talk to about this magic stuff are my in-laws."

"Fair enough." Harry shrugged.

Mark smiled. God, he is hot. Harry thought to himself.

Harry had accepted his bi-ness a while ago. Ginny and Luna had helped. It hadn't mattered that much because he wasn't really looking for a relationship Arushi and Teddy were what was important then.

As if on queue Teddy came running over to Harry covered in mud.

"Harry! I fell in the mud."

"I see that."

"Clean me off?"

Harry pulled out his wand, he waved it and Teddy was clean.

"Thank!" He ran back off.

"Your kids call you Harry?"

"No, that's my godson."

Mark nodded.

"Abby is talking more than she ever does with kids," Mark commented.

"Arushi Seems more talkative than normal too."

"What do you know about something called Hogwarts?"

"It's the most famous wizarding school in Britain," Harry said.

"Did you go there?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Is it a good school?"

"Umm yeah. I'm friends with the herbology teacher as well."

"The what now?"

"Umm plants."

"You have a plant class?"

"Yeah magic plants."

Mark shook his head, "Magic is a mind boggle."

Harry grinned, "I felt the same way when I was eleven and saw it for the first time."

"So your, Muggle-born? I'm trying to learn the terms."

"No, im half-blood. Like Abby. One parent is of magic and the other is from the muggle world."

Mark nodded his head.

"What's Hogwarts like though."

"Umm big, busy. Good food. The grounds are gorgeous. The groundskeeper is the best. I like Quidditch."

Mark nodded.

"And Quidditch is the sport with the flying brooms?"

Harry nodded.

"Okay. So what do you do for a living?" Mark asked.

"I work in the children's welfare department at the ministry. The police division. We respond to cases involving kids."

"Cool."

"What do you do?"

"I'm an accountant," he said.

Harry smiled at his deadpan delivery.

"Fun?"

"Nope. the most boring dribble I've ever done. But it pays the bills. "

Harry smirked.

"So. You married? No ring" Mark asked.

"Ah nope."

"Girlfriend?"

"No."

"Boyfriend?"

"No."

"Well, I'm a widower. But ya know. I might date again, just never had the chance. Abby is my world, and she is autistic so I have to get her to all her therapies. And constantly fight against the school's ABA work."

"Arushi's autistic," Harry said his face lighting up.

"No shit?" Mark said.

"Yeah, I took her to a muggle doctor to try and get her some help. Her sensory problems were really hurting her. And wizards have a don't ask don't tell police about disability."

"So im guessing Hogwarts will be hard for them."

"Well I got my friend Hermione is pretty high in the ministry, and Neville the plant's teacher are trying and work on it. And the Headmistress is a friend of mine and I've been talking to her too."

"You know everybody." Mark sighed.

"Not really. Just important people." Harry joked.

Mark looked thoughtful, "Are you some kind of big shot? Knowing everyone."

"Kind of, There was some...trouble in the past. I worked to try and fix it. And I just got in contact with a lot of people through that."

"I'm gonna need to learn a lot to help Abby aren't I?"

"Yeah, it takes time. I grew up with muggle relatives, didn't know anything. It took lots of time to learn things."

"yeah. What kind of stuff is the most important?"

"Well, Gringotts is the big bank. That's where you can exchange muggle and wizard money. The money is really different and all coins which are annoying as hell, paper bills are better. Wands are important, there are a history and meaning behind them."

"Yeah, nuts, gallons, and sickles right?"

"exactly. You can't make food out of thin air. Floo powder travels between fireplaces, you can use that as a muggle. Apperation is how adult wizards travel a lot of the time. Brooms are another travel, as well as enchanted cars and things like that."

The girls came walking over.

"I like her," Arushi said pointing to Abby.

"Can we be friends?" Abby said to Mark.

"Course," Harry said.

"I'm guessing you still have a phone?" Harry said to Mark.

He nodded. They exchanged numbers.

Abby and Mark left.

"Do you like him, daddy?" Arushi asked climbing to sit next to Harry.

"I think so."

"I think you do. You have a happy face."

Harry smiled. He had a friend who hadn't fought in a war. Who had a daughter like his? Who harry thought was incredibly hot.

Harry Was watching tv. The kids were asleep. Harry thought about the future. Maybe he could find someone who would love him. For not being a savour, not as a childhood crush, not as a broken boy, but as who he was now. Ron and Hermione were close, but they were friends, he wanted something romantic. Possibly, Maybe.