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[Your Personal Bully]

Nineteen mostly happy years had passed since that fateful day, when Voldemort had finally been defeated. It would be silly to say a certain Chosen One beat the Dark Lord on his own, for the boy had had plenty of help from both friends, teachers and beasts alike. All risking their lives in order to help rid the Wizarding world of the Dark Lord once and for all. The Chosen One had simple been the final act, disarming the Heir of Slytherin as he spoke the two words of one of the three Unforgivable Curses, 'Avada Kedavra'.

In those years, Harry Potter married Ginny Weasley, became Head of the Auror Office, and had three children. The first, and oldest, was James Sirius Potter II. Named after Harry's own father, and God father, James is mostly likely to get in trouble for making mischief and teasing his siblings. Albus Severus Potter was born soon after, who was named after Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape. Albus, however, resembled Harry more than his two other siblings. With Harry's untidy black hair, and bright green eyes, much like Harry's mother. Albus was soon followed by Lily Luna Potter, named after Harry's own mother. Since she isn't important, we'll skip her.

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The man in question, was standing idly by the train headed for Hogwarts. It was the middle of the year, and not many reasons could have compelled both Harry and his loving wife Ginny to be standing there with luggage in hand. They had received a letter not but three days ago stating, in a lovely female voice, that their two boys, Albus and James II would be facing off against the Slytherian's in a Quaditch match. If there was anything Harry loved more than Ginny -- yes, that's right -- it was Quaditch; anything to do with flying, really. And he was not about to miss a chance to cheer his boy's on. As for their daughter Lily, they had decided to leave her in the care of George, her uncle, as he seemed to be the only person available.

As the whistle sounded, several parents filed into the somewhat smaller train for their ride to Hogwarts. Ginny, with her fiery red hair, slipped into the first empty 'room', pulling Harry inside with her, only to shut the door immediately, clearly against the idea of sitting with anyone but her husband. Even after all these years, Harry was still somewhat of a celebrity. Which was no surprise, but could be a little irritating at times when she wanted to spend alone time with him. Speaking of Ginny, her appearance had changed only slightly; there were a few lines under her eyes from the stress of having three children, and her hair now only hit the middle of her neck. Her eyes and skin had lost most of their youthful luster, and if one looked closely enough, they could find a few gray hairs; but what she retained was her competitive, jealous attitude.

Likewise, Harry Potter had maintained the same basic appearance from nineteen years ago. The jet black, untidy hair was the same, save for a few inches longer, so the sides touched the middle of both ears; his bangs cut haphazardly, some strands long enough to go over the rims of his glasses. The lightening shaped scar underneath had not vanished, but faded with time; it was merely a thing of memories, nothing more. A mark of his youth, of his fight for not only his own survival, but for that of his friends and fellow wizards.

And like years before, Harry did little to improve his appearance, though most would say he didn't need to anyway. He had grown a few inches in that time, his body was still in shape, save for a few new muscles he had developed wrestling and such with his two boys.

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"Come on, Harry." Hermioneâ??s impatient voice drifted through Harry's foggy thoughts as he drifted in and out of sleep; Ginny sitting beside him, in much the same state.

It had been a long ride, but they were finally at Hogwarts, and Hermione had reverted to her bossy self. It made the green eyed male smile a little as he reached for his bags. The married couple barely had enough time to wake up before they were pushed out of the train, to be greeted by Neville Longbottom, the Herbology teacher, and another teacher who were there to escort the parents to their assigned rooms. Unfortunately, this meant being separated from all female realities, such as wives, and being placed in a shared bedroom with as many as one other to five men.

Harry sighed in a resigned way as Ginny was led away with the other female parents, having enough time to only lay a kiss on her cheek. Well, he wondered as he headed inside, who am I sharing a room with?

Hopefully old friends!

 

[Lia]

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The years had been quite good to Draco. Astoria was everything that a good wife should be: quite and astute and submissive. She was social in all the right circles, though there were very few of those left after the war, and kept just enough distance between herself and their son to be proper and good. He had to say that, for once in his life, Lucius had done something right. Despite the chaos of the war, his father had taken the time to arrange a solid marriage to a respectable Pure Blood witch, who was likely to survive. It wasn't love, but it was a good match that Draco had become very comfortable with.

For his part, their son was a quick learner. Just because their side had lost the war didn't mean that he didn't hold Evan Thomas to the highest of Malfoy standards. Cold and calculating and pompous, the thirteen year old was just as he was at that age, and Draco could not be more proud. He was always at the games, even if it did mean returning to harsh memories of his childhood, and this one was not to be any different. The blond man bid his wife goodbye, wishing for a weekend alone the both of them had decide that she would not accompany him to the school, he made use of the Floo network and his keen friendship with the Headmaster, Malcolm Baddock. He'd been in Slytherin with him for only a year, but the first year had made an impression on him and they had kept touch after the war.

This game was no different than the others: Wives and sisters in one dorm, husbands and brothers in the other. There didn't seem to be many parents out, though. The cold weather scared most off after the first two games of the season, and so there was only one room for himself and the only other father who'd shown up. Draco had no idea who that was, but it didn't matter. He wasn't there to make nice, only to show silent support for Evan. Of course, he didn't expect to see Harry Potter standing in the dorm when he got there, and his old self returned, though in moderation. "Potter." He couldn't even manage a greeting, or another name. Draco knew it was rather pathetic, but old habits died hard, or so he told himself.

 

[Your Personal Bully]

[ I realized how crappy that/this post was, and decided to edit it. I hope it's a tad bit better. ]

Harry Potter sat quietly on the bed of his choice, luggage set neatly on the floor by the foot of the bed. The room had two beds, in total, all queen sized, as adults tended to be bigger than the students here. Respectively, the bedroom was a mix of the Gryffindor and Slytherin colors. No worries came; surely, if he was to stay with a Slytherin, it would not be too dreadful. It had been nineteen years, afterall.

The drapes hanging from Harry's bed were thrown open, as Harry found it silly to enclose himself behind clothe at such an age; honestly, this would not be that bad. There were three pillows on each bed, and comfortable bedding; nothing expensive, as the parents would only be visiting a few days, and Harry supposed, with all the remodeling of Hogwarts after the War, the staff found bedding the least important things on their lists to get. Alongside the walls on either side of the room, there were two dressers for clothes, if guests choose to unpack. A bathroom was on the far left, and a wide window placed in-between both beds, giving a full view of the Womping Willow, and a part of the Forbidden Forest.

Being back at Hogwarts brought back memories; some good, others, not so much. But all the same, Potter found himself sitting in front of the window, gazing out at that violent tree. It made him want to both laugh, and cry. Being old enough to control (most) of his emotions, however, Harry settled for a smile. And as the minutes rolled by, a pleasant feeling washed over the male; he had missed this place.

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"Potter." That voice was all-too-familiar, though it had been years since he heard it. Tilting his head to peer at the doorway, Harry's brows furrowed.

There was one thing that could pry Harry out of his decent mood, and that one thing just happened to walk into the room. That one thing was none other than Draco Malfoy, who addressed him as if no time had passed, as if they were the one's attending Hogwarts, as if they were still... teenagers. To anyone else, they may have found it silly, but Harry was overtaken by his youthful hatred, or so he thought, and greeted in much the same way, "Malfoy."

Just great. Of all the rooms, I get stuck with Draco Malfoy. The male thought bitterly as he stared at his temporary roommate. This was stupid, he should in no way feel threatened or hostile toward Draco. It had been nineteen years, surely this rivalry was a thing of the past; Draco could not possibly still hold some contempt for him! Then again, the other's tone of voice had been no different from their years at Hogwarts together, which could only mean that either Draco (and himself) knew no other way of communicating without being complete arseholes, or it was simply hatred. Harry had never been able to tell, even now.

After a moment of intense silence, Potter began with a more pleasant sentence, hoping to break any tension because he sure as bloody hell did not want to sleep in the same room with a man who used to want to kill him. "You can have that bed, I've already chosen this one."

 

[Your Personal Bully]

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