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In May of the year following Dumbledore’s death, Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard in the history of the wizarding world, was brought to his knees and defeated. The man, or child as some still called him, who defeated the Dark Lord was named Harry Potter.
Harry had been an enemy of Voldemort’s for years; he had chased Harry for several years. Voldemort had done everything in his power to make Harry’s life a living torture chamber: he had killed his parents and put plans in motion of several other friends and relatives Harry cared for to die also.
But now that was all over. Once he was dead, Harry was allowed a new life that he had always wanted and dreamed of. For starters, Harry had been in the top ten percent of his graduating class and he had been offered many jobs and positions, but the one he took to was the one he’d never in his wildest dreams would be an option. He became a professional quidditch player for Puddlemore United. He signed the contract the day he’d graduated and his career had shot off like a rocket ever since; he had won rookie of the year his first year and the most valuable player award every year since then.
He had never fully escaped the press and headlines that had plagued his so badly in his schooling years. There had never been a time during his last few years at Hogwarts that there hadn’t been some news story or scandal concerning him. And for at least a six months after the final battle he’d been in the papers at least once a week with headlines like “He’s Gone,” or “Harry Potter Proven to be ‘The Chosen One’,” or, his favorite, “It’s Over.” That story was the first one to be printed about the end of the war. It was his favorite because it was actually how he felt about it. It was over. It was finally over. It was finally bloody over. He was free. About a year later, things died down and even though he was still in the papers it was for much better things, every one of those articles was about his career. Last year, there was a big one about him being the highest paid, under twenty-five pro athlete ever in history. But it wasn’t as it had been in his forth year. They didn’t have to know every little detail of his life.
He was very proud of his new life. He was also happy to say that one thing had stayed the same: his friends. They had never left him, abandoned him. They had stayed and fought beside him, cried with him and had been his support. They had always been very close. This had only change slightly when Ron and Hermione wed about a year after their graduation. Harry had at one point thought they were just about insane for getting together in the first place, but they had really showed him that they could make it work. They now had a child together. A beautiful, bouncy, baby boy named Christopher Nicholas.
Parenthood. That was something that had agreed with them. They both made excellent parents and loved their child more than anything. They loved everything about him. They had also made a point of concerning Harry in the Christopher’s life. They had named him godfather to baby Chris. And they did this before he was born. Harry loved to play with his godson. But for some reason he had trouble believing that he was still considered part of the family, especially since he’s gotten the cold shoulder from a few of the Weasleys at the wedding.
Both Ron and Hermione had done alright for themselves. Hermione had opened her own business, in addition to working at the Ministry of Magic full time. Ron had went on a different path then his wife and signed a three-year contract with the Chudley Cannons. He rivaled Harry on the field but as soon as they got off the field they were back to being best friends. All in all everyone had achieved everything that they had wanted to. And some had a little more than they had originally wanted and expected. Some were better than they were expected to be.
Harry had always been considered bright. He had created his perfect world, his perfect life. But it was a little different then that of the life he had expected. For example everyone had thought he would become an auror and finish off what was left of the death eaters. WRONG. Harry had fought and seen enough to last him well into the next lifetime.
He didn’t want that life anymore.
He didn’t want it for himself…
He didn’t want it for his daughter.
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