A/N: I noticed that a few of my words through out the last chapters have been missing. I'm sorry if the story stopped making sense. I'm trying to fix everything! I don't know what's going to happen after this chapter. But I know another update will happen soon! Thanks for reading this far! Enjoy! :)
The next morning, Harry woke up with a smile on his face. Today wasn't going to be a day where he would smoke and drink. He was going back to the Burrow for lunch. They didn't have anything planned, but that's what they needed. They just needed time to hang around and talk and not worry.
"Kreacher!" Harry said. For once he wanted breakfast.
"Yes Master." To Harry, Kreacher was in a very weary situation. He hadn't followed Harry's order like he was supposed to, but without Kreacher, Harry wouldn't have talked to Ginny, or gone to the Burrow, or have an appetite.
"Do you mind making breakfast this morning, like you used to?"
"Of course Master! What does Master want?" Kreacher was beaming with happiness. For the first time in a long time, Harry was asking for food.
"Um, just some bacon and eggs, please." Kreacher bowed his head and left the bedroom. Before Harry left too, a book caught his eye. The same book he had thrown across the room nearly three weeks ago. Harry crouched down and picked it up. He gently closed it properly and replaced it up onto the top of the dresser, where it belonged and left the bedroom.
"Um, Master's breakfast is ready!" Kreacher yelled from the kitchen.
"Coming, Kreacher!" Harry sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat his first breakfast that he had in three weeks. TAP! TAP! TAP! Harry looked up towards the noise and saw a majestic, snowy owl outside his window. He had a note tied to his left leg and a package dangling from his beak. Harry hurried to the window, so he could take the load of the poor owl. Harry opened the letter first.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Assistant Minister, Arthur Weasley, was supposed to inform you of a meeting with me today. You were supposed to owl me as soon as possible. But it looks like that favor was not completed. Either way, we have a meeting scheduled today at three o'clock to talk about your financial situation. You have some items to require now that you are seventeen. Please write back as soon as you get this owl. Punctuality is the best characteristic of a man, remember that.
Thank you,
Minister for Magic
Kingsley Shacklebolt
As quick as possible, Harry went up to his study and took out a piece of parchment and a quill and started his response.
Dear Minister Shacklebolt,
I was informed of this meeting, and of the owl response. But when I was informed, I was going through a tough time. I am very sorry of my unprofessional behavior. I will be available to come to this meeting. I might bring someone with me, because I can't do it alone. Hopefully you understand. Also, don't blame . He did nothing wrong, and he did what he was told. I was the one who didn't listen.
Thank you,
Harry James Potter
Harry ran back downstairs and attached the note to the owl. The snowy owl then flew out the window it came in. Harry turned to the package and opened it. Inside was a bottle of potion. It had a piece of parchment wrapped around it but, the parchment wasn't a regular piece of parchment. The parchment was purple with pink swirls on it. Harry opened the parchment with curiosity.
Dear Harry,
I saw your article in the paper and Ginny told me how you're acting. I think Narghals have gotten to you. Next time you take a shower, use this. Then right after your shower, soak your hands in ice water and wait until you can't feel them, that means that all the Narghals are gone. Hopefully we can talk face to face soon!
Stay away from Wrackspurts,
Luna Lovegood
Just as Harry would suspect. He hadn't heard from Luna since the battle. She must have been getting her father out of Azkaban. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Harry's wrist watch alarmed him that it was time to apparate to the Burrow.
Harry knocked on the door to the Burrow and had an immediate response. Ginny opened the door with tears streaming down her face.
"Ginny, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Gin, you never cry so, why are you crying?"
"Harry, nothing happened. It was my mistake and I just need to get out of here."
"Well, I'm supposed to go to the Ministry for some meeting with Kingsley. Do you want to join me?"
"Sure, Harry! When is it?"
"Not for two more hours. So, you have time to tell me why you were crying?"
"Harry, I may of told my mum too much of last year."
"What do you mean? Why did you try to keep last year a secret from your mum?"
"Harry, Hogwarts was run by death eaters. I was apart of the good side and I stand for what I believe in. Put two and two together." Finally it hit him. Ginny Weasley did what Harry Potter did fifth year. But Harry felt like her already pushed Ginny too far with asking her all the questions. He made a rash decision to ask her later, maybe in a few days.
"Well, we still have about two hours. Maybe we should go inside, and maybe you should apologize to your mum."
"Harry, I wasn't the one attacking her. She was attacking me."
"Ginny, worrying about you isn't considered attacking you. And I'm pretty sure your mum wouldn't just explode, unless you fought back."
"Maybe your right."
"There you go. The first step to becoming right, is to admit that you're wrong. Let's go." Harry and Ginny went back into the house. The sobs of were heard all over the house. Ginny must have really hurt her feelings because was not one that would cry a lot.
"Mum. I'm really sorry." Molly looked up at her daughter. She couldn't believe it. For once, Ginny was admitting to a mistake that she made.
"It's alright dear. I'm sorry I got angry with you. But, I wish you told me. I would have gotten you out of there sooner."
"That was exactly why I didn't tell you. I didn't want to leave. But I don't want to talk about it right now. It's too fresh, too hard to think about. Let's just be happy it's over." Molly nodded than looked around to see who was standing in the door way behind Ginny.
"Harry! How wonderful to see you, dear!" She said pulling Harry in to her bone-crushing hugs. "What brings you here today?"
"Well, I have a meeting at the Ministry today and I was wondering if Ginny would like to join me. And maybe afterwards, come with me to meet Teddy."
"Oh right, Andromeda flooed and said that she was looking forward to seeing you today. It must have passed me by that you were meeting Teddy for the first time ever."
"Yeah, I only saw a picture of him, before the whole Gringotts thing. I'm a bit nervous."
"Oh don't be nervous, Harry. You'll be a great god-father. You already showed you would do anything for the entire Wizarding world. I'm pretty sure you'll do anything for Teddy." Harry took her words in. That meant a lot to him. It might have been the first complement he heard in a long time. "Well, have you had lunch yet?" Harry shook his head. "Breakfast?"
"Mhmm. Kreacher made me bacon and eggs, with a muffin. It was my first breakfast I've had since I went down hill."
"Well, let me cook up your first real lunch, since you went down hill." left to start cooking; leaving Ginny and Harry alone in the living room.
"So... I also have one more thing I have to do today. And I was wondering if you'd come along as well."
"Really, what's that?"
"Well, you know I like Kreacher and everything. But the mad reporters have found out that I live in Grimmauld Place. I like to have my own privacy, so I was thinking maybe I should buy a small flat away from all of them. Hopefully, it would take them a while to figure out where I live."
"Of course I will come with you! You don't seem like someone who knows anything about flat hunting. Maybe you'll need some assistance."
"Why do you say that?"
"Mainly because I've seen Grimmauld place and well, let's just say, it's not the Harry Potter type flat." Harry totally agreed with her. Harry absolutely hated the house. The only reason why he was living there and not the Burrow was because he didn't seem completely welcome there. The Weasleys were always welcoming and everything, but he felt wrong just waltzing in there after Fred died. "Do you want to go after you finish your lunch? Maybe we can get a head start."
"Sure. But I am hungry."
"Harry, that's why I said after lunch, I grew up with six brothers, and I know how you lot think." She said ruffling his already messy hair.
"Harry! Your lunch is ready!" Molly yelled from the kitchen.
"WAIT! DID SOMEONE SAY HARRY?" Ron's voice shouted from upstairs.
"NO ONE SAID HARRY! THEY SAID LAVENDER!" Harry yelled back. Then, all you could hear was a clunking down the stairs. Soon another ginger and brunette joined the two in the living room.
"Harry, I'm not that stupid. I can tell that that was you, mate." Ron said completely serious.
"Ron, I think Harry was just being sarcastic." Hermione chipped in.
"No really, Hermione?"
"What? I was just saying that. You sounded like you took that offensively."
"Hermione. I'm not that dumb. I did grow up with a big sarcastic family. I know a bit about it." Then the bickering started all over again.
"They still do this? I thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend." Harry whispered to Ginny. Ginny nodded.
"They are. I think it's in their nature to bicker. They wouldn't be Hermione and Ron if they didn't." Harry chuckled; it would be weird to have them get along perfectly now. Harry and Ginny left the couple in the living room. "You know, the more they bicker, the more food we get!"
"Let's hope it lasts long enough. I would like to actually fill my plate with everything I want without Ron peering at me." Not a moment passed by, until Ron and Hermione entered the kitchen, smiling at the full table. "Forget what I said. I don't think that's going to happen today." Ginny laughed at Harry's statement. She never noticed how funny Harry could be when he wasn't trying. Two years ago, Harry was sweeter than funny, and they were laughing at other people not at each other's comments. They never got to spend time that much time together when they were dating at Hogwarts. With Harry in his NEWT year and Ginny in her OWLS year, time to each other was impossible, and then Harry broke it off.
"Alright, Ginny, it's time to go." She nodded. It was going to be their first official date. Just one on one without friends or family around them and Ginny was head over heels excited!
They apparated to Diagon Alley, where they were going to go to the Wizarding world real estate agent and talk about what flats would work best for Harry. Harry and Ginny spent most of their time walking to the office laughing, and enjoying themselves, until another flash of light hit them. They looked around and saw absolutely no one with a camera.
"Those blasted reporters! I swear next time I see a single person with a camera, I'm going to explode!"
"Harry, its okay, lets just go find you a new flat, where they won't find you and stay perfectly well kept away from them. And also I have an idea for the next time we go out together." Harry nodded, he was now expecting a new article in the Daily Prophet, with a picture of him and Ginny holding hands, smiling and laughing. But what will they say about them? Hopefully, nothing that would offend Ginny.
"Welcome to Mademoiselle Market! We are the top real estate agency in the Wizarding world! I'm Amelia Frankfort and I will be helping you today! So what are your names?" The lady in the orange jacket and black high heels said while leading them into her office.
"Well, Amelia, we want to make sure that this is absolutely confidential." Harry said while keeping his bangs covering his scar.
"Why of course! But why would you need to make sure?"
"Because I'm Harry Potter and this is my girlfriend, Ginny Weasley and I need to find a flat away from the reporters." The lady looked absolutely shocked. "I guess you never have had a celebrity buy real estate from you." She shook her head.
"Well, I guess there's always a first right? Anyway, what type of house are you looking for?" Amelia asked while rummaging through a folder of papers.
"Just a regular flat. Something temporary, since I'm going to be in Auror training, I won't be home a lot." Harry said while holding Ginny's hand.
"Ok and you said you wanted it away from the reporters, so, do you want it close or far away from Diagon Alley?"
"It doesn't matter. I live in a muggle area now, and that doesn't seem to keep them away, so, the location doesn't matter."
"Okay and how many bedrooms?"
"Two, one for me and one for my godson when he visits."
"Alright and how many bathrooms would you like?"
"I guess three."
"Ok we have about five flats that fit your needs. When would you like to tour them?"
"Well I was hoping today, after my meeting at the Ministry, so, maybe around four?" She nodded her head and moved five pieces of parchment from one folder another.
"Alright then, I will see you at four." She reached out and shook both their hands and showed them out of her office.
"That seemed weird." Harry said when they got out into the street.
"What do you mean 'weird'? She seemed perfectly normal."
"I don't know, she seemed like she was afraid of me, in some sort of way. Like I was intimidating her." Ginny shrugged, but she could see how Harry could think that.
"Probably just a little star-struck. No big deal. Maybe we should go to the Ministry." Harry nodded the thought of 's discomfort kept coming into his thoughts. Why was she so frantic around him?
A/N: What did you think of this chapter? What do you want Harry's flat to look like? Do you want Amelia to have a dark past or do you want her to just be a fan girl? please review, I need ideas! Thanks :)
