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Dark Marks [01] for Circumpolar
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coreofaphoenixThis was not the way Harry Potter had imagined his life to be when he was a first year back at Hogwarts and just learning about this world.
Of course, after that first year and the years following, he thought himself lucky if he made it past Hogwarts in the first place.
It had been five years since the end of the war. The wizarding community was continuing to be rebuilt as the days, months and years went by. He had friends that had been a invaluable support to him during and after the war. Not only that, but he had a strong and beautiful woman who had been by his side since that final battle.
A woman that would be his wife in less than 48 hours.
It wasn't who he had expected by any stretch of the imagination but she had been there and they had grown closer than he ever imagined he would after Draco.
Draco, the boy Harry had considered his best friend for a number of years had ran off at some point during that final battle and he hadn't heard from him since. It had been infuriating but most of all, he had been... upset when he hadn't heard a peep from him the years since.
Harry shook his head and gave himself a look over in the mirror. It didn't do to dwell.
He had never been a vain man but he wanted to make sure the fit and color was just right. It was. He had learned some things over the years being best friends with a boy who made sure he looked impeccable.
He thanked the shop keeper after changing back into his every day robes, hung the dress robes over his arm and left the shop. It was mere minutes later that he returned to the flat he was renting and banished the robes to his closet. Harry took a moment to look around the front room and allowed himself a little smile. It was a far cry from where he started.
He wasn't needed anywhere for another few hours. It was just plenty of time to have some tea and catch up on some communication with friends.
Of course, after that first year and the years following, he thought himself lucky if he made it past Hogwarts in the first place.
It had been five years since the end of the war. The wizarding community was continuing to be rebuilt as the days, months and years went by. He had friends that had been a invaluable support to him during and after the war. Not only that, but he had a strong and beautiful woman who had been by his side since that final battle.
A woman that would be his wife in less than 48 hours.
It wasn't who he had expected by any stretch of the imagination but she had been there and they had grown closer than he ever imagined he would after Draco.
Draco, the boy Harry had considered his best friend for a number of years had ran off at some point during that final battle and he hadn't heard from him since. It had been infuriating but most of all, he had been... upset when he hadn't heard a peep from him the years since.
Harry shook his head and gave himself a look over in the mirror. It didn't do to dwell.
He had never been a vain man but he wanted to make sure the fit and color was just right. It was. He had learned some things over the years being best friends with a boy who made sure he looked impeccable.
He thanked the shop keeper after changing back into his every day robes, hung the dress robes over his arm and left the shop. It was mere minutes later that he returned to the flat he was renting and banished the robes to his closet. Harry took a moment to look around the front room and allowed himself a little smile. It was a far cry from where he started.
He wasn't needed anywhere for another few hours. It was just plenty of time to have some tea and catch up on some communication with friends.
