A/N: I Know … I know, it's been a month. I can't blame being on a writer's block, seeing I've been having final terms lately and I apologize for that.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! HOPE ALL THE LOVERS AND COUPLES ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY, WHILE ALL THE SINGLE LADIES (like me) AND LADS ARE HAVING AN AMAZING SINGLE LIFE AS WELL!
February has been a Harmonius month for us Harmionians (*cough* Romione shippers *cough*). I hope this month keeps up its spirit of Harmione and love.
And …. Moving on!
The sun beams of mid April traced their path through the window, falling on the sleeper's eyes, bringing him to groan and flip onto his front, to hide his face from the morning light. The moment his consciousness started to drain off, the rapid ringing of his alarm brought him to moan in dismay and smack it on the top. After some moments of laziness, the young man of twenty six decided to flutter his emerald eyes, his gaze falling on the fan embedded on the ceiling of his room.
Harry Potter gave a huge yawn like a little boy and gave his unshaven subttle a rub. Groggily getting on his feet, he grabbed his robe from the hook, and put it on, deciding to make himself presentable to his sister. This young man hated mornings. Well, who liked to wake up like an early bird and tweet to the rising sun with their hearts content? It was for sure that Mister Potter wasn't one of them.
After losing his father to the World War and his mother to a common disease, Harry was given loads of responsibilities, including the Potter estate in Edinburgh, and also his twenty two year old sister, Elena.
The Potter siblings got along with each other and had been each other's support after losing both their parents at a very crucial time. Harry was just a second year student of Criminology at Oxford University, while Elena was a high school student of fifteen when Lily Potter was diagnosed with tuberculosis and granted a few months to live. The elder Potter rushed to his sick mother and promised to be a good protective elder brother to her little princess. Every night after Lily's death, Elena used to sneak into her brother's bed and used to weep her hearts out into his chest. Harry never minded; he knew shedding a few tears was okay and that's what made a person stronger.
And here they were, seven years later, together, living a happy life, earning for their own yet committed to each other. The events which took place in the past decade had changed the Potter siblings. It was a chaotic turn of events; in a good way.
Harry wiped his freshly shaven jaw with a towel and then padded along the hallway till he reached the last door. Smiling to himself, he slowly tip-toed inside to find his sister soundlessly sleeping on her bed with a huge smile plastered on her face. Sitting softly next to her sleeping body, Harry brushed her fiery red mane off her beautiful face and leaned in to place a soft kiss on her forehead. Elena then shifted at his touch and giggled slightly, opening her mocha brown eyes to meet his emerald ones.
"Fancy seeing you here brother." Elena said with a yawn. "Why are you staring at me like a creep?"
"Oh, now I am not allowed to wake my sister up on her birthday?" Harry said with mocking hurt look on his face. "Ouch." He added with a drawl.
Elena gave out a chuckle and sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard. "You just want to make sure that you're the first one to wish me." She accused him, in a playful manner.
"Of course I want to be the first one to wish you!" Harry exclaimed. "I want to beat your scum of a boyfriend in wishing you-"
"How dare you call Derek a scum!?" Elena screamed in mock annoyance as her small fists started to punch Harry's muscled chest. Her brother chuckled, dodged her moves and finally pulled her into a hug.
"Okay, here's the deal." Harry said in a businesslike manner as his sister nuzzled into his chest. "I won't call Derek anything only if you me hit him if he breaks your heart."
"I will let you hit him if he breaks my heart." Elena said and gave him a puppy dog look with her doe like eyes. "Happy?"
"Happy? I'm delighted." Harry laughed, hugging his sister closer. Elena hugged her brother tightly, knowing that he was the only family she had left. Harry was her everything, moreover her protector. She couldn't blame him though, for he was her big brother and had the rights to keep her in his safe arms.
"Happy birthday Ellie," Harry said, placing a kiss on Elena's head, "I can't believe you're growing up. I am getting old already." He chuckled humorlessly.
"Oh Harry, you're just twenty six. And that's not old age," Elena consoled her brother, "You sound like a sentimental father right now."
Harry's heart clenched at her words, when he felt her soft, nimble hands rubbing his back. "You miss them don't you?" He heard her ask him softly.
"I miss them every day." Elena heard her brother say with a quiver.
"I miss them everyday too." She said with a tone matching her brother's.
An eerie silence fell in the room. After finding some comfort in Harry's arms, Elena spoke again. "Harry, can we visit them today. I really miss mum and dad."
Harry smiled to himself and placed a kiss on Elena's head saying "Maybe we should. I've been wanting to see them for months."
Other than being a big loving brother to an amazing sister, Harry James Potter was a young criminal detective, who worked for the British Intelligence. In the past four years of his career, Harry had solved more than twenty cases and was titled 'The New Sherlock Holmes of London' by his seniors. Being very dedicated to his work and colleagues, Harry had been given the title of Chief Detective last year, bringing his sister to cry out of pride. He had earned respect from everyone, which also included Her Royal Highness' herself. She had always been fond of Mister Potter's sly yet honest manner of solving cases that she christened him as 'Sir Potter' in the eyes of all her fellow citizens.
Harry had been wrapping up his work for the day, stacking up all the files into the shelf, puffing a cigarette in his mouth. If Elena found one of those, Harry knew he was a dead man. His sister was obviously not fond of this dirty habit of his. He was almost done with the stacking when there was a knock on his cabin door.
"Come in!" He called out, burning out his cigarette in the ashtray. A man almost two years his junior made an appearance in front of the young detective. It was Derek Hallway, his junior detective and his sister's suitor. His blue eyes looked from Harry, to the ashtray, while his mouth tugged a frown.
"You should be thankful that I am not Elena." Derek said casually as Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You should care more about my sister and not about whatever I do." Harry drawled, "Why are you here Hallway?"
"Actually chief," the young man started, "I wanted your permission."
"For what?" Harry asked.
"Well, it's about your sister."
Harry nodded and motioned Derek to sit down on the couch. "What about Ellie?" He asked, "Are you planning to dump her?"
"No, I would never do that," Derek chuckled nervously. "It's just that, I want to propose to her."
Harry's eyes grew wider at his junior's incredulous words as Derek continued to speak, "I love Elena, I really do. We've been together for two years and she has also been dropping hints as well." Harry gave him a questioning look. "She's been talking about babies and kids lately-"
"Is she pregnant?" Harry question interrupted him harshly.
"Good lord no!" Derek gave out a small laugh. "I know you would murder me alive if Ellie was. She isn't, don't worry. Elena is still as pure as when she was born."
"Then why-?"
"I love her. That's why."
Harry sighed and nodded, motioning Derek to continue.
"I know she wants us to get married one day. And she's young too," Harry nodded. "But I swear to you and on my life that I'll keep her happy, give her everything she wants. I will show her how much she means to me." Derek sighed, "I will let her become whatever she wants to and will also be a continuous support for her. All I need is your blessing."
Harry looked understandingly into Derek's hopeful topaz eyes. All they were saying was 'I would never give you a chance to hit me'. His inner thought brought the chief to smile. Harry knew Derek loved his sister, and all he wanted to be was a physical as well as an emotional support for Elena. That support was being offered right in front of his eyes. Moreover, they were in love. Harry knew that feeling really well, so he couldn't question the love Derek had for his sister.
Love ... When was the last time Harry had fallen in love? It was almost ten years ago when...
"Chief?" Derek's voice brought Harry back to reality. "Are you alright?"
"Like always," Harry said with a grin, "And Derek, call me Harry."
Derek's face lit up like a little child's at his words. "Really?"
"Only when we're not at work," Harry said, "You may have my blessing to marry my sister but remember, you still work under my wing."
Derek gave him a thankful smile as Harry offered a hand to shake.
"Thanks Harry." Derek said, shaking Harry's hand, "It means a lot to me."
"I'm doing this just because I can see how much you love Ellie." Harry said kindly, with a smile, "Speaking of which, when are you going to pop the question?"
"Tonight, I'm taking her for dinner," Derek answered, "I have arranged everything in Hyde Park. I've arranged a gazebo by the Serpentine, and loads of roses and lilies and-"
"You're rambling mate!" Harry chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure Elena will love it."
"Well then, I guess I'll take my leave," Derek said cheerfully, getting up on his feet. "Thanks a lot again."
"No problem." Harry smiled, as his future brother in law turned to leave. Harry started to gather his papers on the desk when-
"Have you ever fallen in love?"
His eyes darted to see Derek standing by the door, giving him an inquisitive look.
"Why such a question?" Harry asked.
"I'm sure you must've been with someone before," Derek shrugged. "I mean, you have everything a girl wishes her man to have. And, your sister said that you've been lonely lately. So I just asked." He finished.
Harry merely looked at him when a flash of chocolate brown eyes and that familiar smile came into his mind. Smiling to himself and then at Derek, he answered, "Yes, I did love somebody once. But, circumstances were such that we had to forget each other and move on."
Derek nodded understandingly.
"I know letting her go completely wasn't easy for you," he said, "However as they say, everything happens for a reason." The two men shared a knowing smile. "Anyway, I better get going. I need to pick your sister up."
Harry nodded and watched the young man leave. His heart clenched as her eyes kept haunting his mind. Loving her was like spring; their love of seven years had bloomed gracefully. Everything went well, until war happened. And that was when they had taken separate ways to future.
Harry knew what and where Hermione was now, and was proud of her status and name. He knew being an A-list actor was a tough job to do. However, this was Hermione Granger he was talking about; she was a talented young woman who knew the art of multitasking. She has probably forgotten that she had once fallen in love with a boy called Harry Potter who had broken up with her during the World War. Harry didn't mind though. He wanted her to forget him. That's what he wanted then, didn't he? However, he couldn't deny that he still had a soft spot for that young lady in his heart.
A knock on the door broke him out of his reverie. When Harry didn't reply, the one who intruded his thoughts called out for him.
"Harry, you in there mate?"
It was his co-worker and best friend Ronald Weasley.
"Harry?"
"Come in Ron." Harry called out, when the door opened to reveal his ginger best friend, puffing breathlessly.
"What's wrong?" Harry further asked.
"We've got a new case and it's a highly prioritized one." Ron said between his breaths.
"What is it?"
The ginger gave his friend a bold, serious look and said, "The Prime Minister is dead. Apparently, he has been murdered."
A/N: Ooh lala what happens next!?
P.S: I thank my Beta and close friend Fiction Recipe for scolding me for the silly mistakes I made in this chapter and correcting them. For all the Anime fans, you can go and check out the two one shots she has written ^^
P.P.S: I'm hoping that there are some 'Elena's' who have read this chapter. So I wanted to ask, if Harry Potter was your older, protective brother, how would you express yourself? It's just a question :)
Until next time.