Friday, 13th July 2018, Ministry of Magic, London
Harry sighed as he looked at the pile of papers in front of him. It was 8 PM, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was almost deserted, except for him and the head of the DMLE, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Harry, throughout his life at Hogwarts, had dreamt of becoming an Auror. When he, along with Ron and Hermione, started Dumbledore's Army in their 5th year, his ambition of becoming an Auror strengthened even further. He knew he was extremely skilled at Defence Against the Dark Arts, even beating Hermione at the subject during their last few years at Hogwarts.
1999 was perhaps the first year of his life when he finally found peace. It was the first year of his life, since he was a baby, when he was not being chased by a murderous dark wizard who wanted him dead. So, as soon as Ginny had turned of age, he decided he could not wait any longer. He proposed marriage to the redhead who had been infatuated with him since the day they had met all those years ago at King's Cross. They had had a solemn but beautiful wedding ceremony. Professor McGonagall had gracefully allowed them to use the Great Hall for their wedding. All of their friends and family had thronged the Great Hall for their wedding. It was perhaps the first real moment of happiness many of them had felt after the devastating losses they had all incurred in the war. He was finally happy.
Harry was formally inducted into the DMLE two years after the Wizarding War ended. The wounds from the war were still fresh, and he knew he needed to do something with his life, as the most dangerous and unpredictable phase of his life was thankfully over. He was welcomed into the academy with both admiration and awe. His colleagues had welcomed the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice with an enormous ceremony, which made him feel very uncomfortable, though he did his best to hide his discomfort.
The years following his induction as an Auror in the DMLE were a whirlwind. Though Voldemort had been vanquished, there were countless henchmen who had managed to escape the battle and were unaccounted for. For several months following his induction as an Auror, the DMLE made it their aim to nab every single Death Eater who had managed to escape that night at the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry had managed to bring in Alecto Carrow and Fenrir Greyback within a few months. He felt alive and was doing something he had wanted to do since he was 15. He felt at peace.
But now, as Harry Potter stared at the huge pile of papers in front of him, he felt far from peaceful. He had not had a real mission as an Auror for years. The more the world around him became peaceful, the more peace of mind he lost. He felt confused and disoriented. Chasing and running away from dark witches and wizards had formed such a huge part of his life that he almost, selfishly, hoped there were a few Death Eaters still alive he could catch. He knew the glamour of running around and chasing criminals had to wane someday, but he had never really thought about what he would do when it finally happened.
Getting up from his desk, he walked up to his boss' desk. "I am heading home, Kingsley," he said groggily. Kingsley Shacklebolt looked up from the parchment he was writing on and stared at Harry for a moment. "Are you alright, Potter?" asked the elderly wizard, looking at Harry with an expressionless face. "Uh… yeah. I'm fine. Just a little tired. I'll see you on Monday," Harry said hoarsely. He knew he wasn't going to see his boss on Monday.
A/N: Trying my hand at writing fanfiction after years of reading them! :) I hope it is well received. If you hadn't guessed by the tags, it is a post-war Harmony fic. Harmony has always been my OTP, since the first book came out. I never liked the canon pairings. Anyway, have a great day/night! Will update as soon as I can, with hopfully a longer chapter.
P.S. Apologies for any grammatical errors.