Author's notes: The last time that I wrote anything was just shy of two years and 7 months ago. Not that I gave up but I got side-tracked by other tasks such as retirement and reading other writers' work(s). Well tonight, I decide to try starting anothe HarryPotter story, starting from the proposed title for this story, "Harry Potter Has An Absolute Shitfest". That got me rambling through the various Harry Potter timelines and I would up rolling my way through the wikipedia webpages until I found myself in what is "Harry Potter and the Cursed Child" (never saw the Toronto or any other showings).

Think that gives me the approximate point in time (3 years and eight months after the end of the end of the Cursed Child and resolution of the time warps that take place in the Cursed Child - Albus and Scorpious need to be sent off to Galifrey for lessons from the Doctor before being given control over a time machine.)

Going to post this as a starting point. Let me know your opinions (use your login ids so thatI can reply.) Anyone using Guest for thier comments will be deleted as I've been trolled one toe may times.

End note, TARDIS and Wiki pages disabled... Story starts...

Harry flopped into one of the Victorian Gentlement's Club Chairs by the drawing room fireplace (Floo connection currently disabled but can be relased for a small fee) of his rented suite at the Leaky Cauldron after tossing his carpet bag and coat unto the other. Reaching over to the serving table, he pulled the bottle of firewhiskey and and a clean glass from his hammerspace pocket (thanks to a martial arts technique picked up on a trip to Japan as head of the DMLE), popped the cork and poured himself to a healthy slug that he poured backed in a single swallow.

Letting the normal course of events take place (steam exploding ), he exhaled and set the bottle and glass on the chairside table, pulled off his boots and rested his feet on the hassock.

Sighing and screwing the heels of his hands into his eyesockets, he leaned back.

Looking at the calendary hanging on the wall, he muttered "43 years, 4 months, 12 days and what have I really managed to accomplish?"

Harry stood up, picking up his carpet bag from the other chair and strode into the bedroom and tossed the bag on the bench positioned at the foot of the bed, pulling out his pyjamas and toiletrirs kit from the bag, he stepped into the bathroom and removed hisclothes, and stepped into the showe enclosure and proceeded to have a hot soaking shower. Stepping out into the towelling bathmat, he dried himself and proceeded to use the damp towel to remove the steam from the mirror. Pulling the toothbrush and tootpaste from the toiletries bag, he worked on removing hte remaining tase of the firwhiskey frm his mouth and then put everythiing away. Scrubbing his damp hair until it was dry, he stuck his tbgue out at his rwflection in the mirror, he switched off the light and headed for the bed.

Pulling back the quilt and the top sheet, he sat down and pulled his wand from its Hammerspace and turned off all of the lights in the suite and pulled up the covers and settled himself for sleep. Feeping himself, he found himself falling into his usual bedtime routine of rolling to face the empty half of the bed and whisperint "Good night and God bless, Ginny, I love you, regardless of what's happened."

Just as he drifted off, Harry wondered if it was his inagination that had him hearing Ginny's usual response "Love you too, darling. God bless."