The Time of

My Life

February 19th, 2007
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
London

Things were… Well they were crazy. Everything in the Ministry was shifting, changing, and he didn’t know what to make of it. Minerva had tried to help them. She had tried to say that they weren’t crazy, that they were actually right. But no one was listening. No one was listening to anything that they were saying. Harry was sure that the public was going to keep backing Durant, because it was the only thing that anyone was pushing for. Kingsley was getting pushed out, and he didn’t think that they had any means to push back. They were going to lose everything that they had been working for up until this point, and he didn’t understand that. He didn’t know why they were in this position. Everything that they had done so far had been working. Things were better. Whatever it was that Durant was planning, was not going to make this any better. This was going to fail.

It was going to set them back. There was nothing that they were going to be able to do to get this realigned, and he didn’t think that there was a good way to go about that. He thought that they were going to have to figure it out though. They were going to have to come up with a solution, because right now, he didn’t have one. Right now, there was no answer that was going to seem good enough. They had futures, and lives, and everything else that they were going to see turn to nothing if they weren’t careful. Whatever Durant had planned, Harry thought was probably going to go worse than any plan that they had ever had before, and their plans were not known for going all that splendidly. This one had though. They had been so lucky, and now… Well now everything was crumbling.

That was what didn’t make any sense. They were stable, they were steady. The Death Eaters weren’t causing any trouble. Releasing them slowly back to their lives wasn’t going to hurt anyone. It was the closest that they had come to something resembling peace in a long time. And this was going to ruin that. Keeping them captive forever wasn’t going to ensure peace. Harry might not have been the most scholarly of students, especially when it came to History of Magic, but that he did know. That if they were going to keep holding them prisoner, then they were going to revolt. They were going to rebel, and he didn’t know that they were going to be strong enough to fight them back down without an all-out war breaking out again. Personally, he thought that they had seen enough of that for one lifetime. They didn’t need that again.

But that was what it looked like was coming. That was what they seemed to be headed for. Only he didn’t think that they were actually going to do anything. There wasn’t going to be any push back. Because he was crazy, and Kingsley was worthless, and whatever else it was that Durant and his sister-in-law were saying. They weren’t coming back from this one. Not now. They were going down with this ship, and at least he thought that they were going down with the right one. Coming into the house he dropped his keys on the table in the entrance hall and he smirked just a little bit thinking of how many times Tonks would have walked into it by now. There hadn’t been a table there in the past after all… Carrying the flowers that he had stopped to pick up on the way home, Harry made his way towards the kitchen where he could hear her, and the sound of their kids all laughing and talking. Pushing the door open with his arm he smiled at the scene in front of him before he caught her eye. “Happy Anniversary, Mia.”

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[attr="class","cbody"]After the war, Hermione had known that it was going to be difficult. There had never been any doubt in her mind about that. It was too easy for something to change quickly, too easy for some people to go back to bad habits--for them to slip and lose ground where they had been gaining before. It had been hard, but they had been able to do well. They had worked hard to make that happen. The rights of magical creatures, especially werewolves, was something that had always been important to her. But she was focused on more than that.
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Kingsley’s work release program had been for the best, in her opinion. She knew that Death Eaters deserved to be punished--and the ones that were truly unredeemable had ended up in Azkaban. But there were some people that did deserve a second chance. She was glad that people had been able to see that, though recently there had been whispers. She didn’t quite know what to make of that, especially since most of those whispers involved Kingsley and her husband.
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She was worried. There was no way of knowing what was going to happen in the future, but she thought that Durant might end up getting his way. That was a problem, in her opinion. There were too many people that might just end up following him and if that happened, she thought there was a good chance they would end up losing all of the ground that they had made.
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If that happened, then Hermione didn’t know what they were going to do.
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She wanted to stop it. She wasn’t sure how to but she didn’t want them to take steps backwards. What Kingsley had done had been fair. It had been a good way of keeping peace, of trying to stop the hatred from growing. If that happened, there was only a matter of time until tensions clashed again and the last thing that any of them wanted was another war.
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Hermione didn’t want to worry about that tonight, though. She didn’t want to focus on what could go wrong in the future, and it was a little difficult to focus on that anyway, especially with the kids running around. If she got distracted, there was a good chance Liam or Adaline would make a mess of something.
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Harry was likely to be home at any minute and then they could figure out what they were doing for dinner. She knew that it was their anniversary but with three kids at home, she wasn’t sure that they had any official plans. If they had, then Harry had kept it a surprise and hadn’t let anything slip. And if they were, then she was going to have to get ready because she definitely looked like she had been home with three kids all day. “Hi,” she said with a smile, taking in the flowers in his hand. “Happy anniversary back.”
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now I've had

the time of my life

and I owe it all to you

If Harry thought that any of this was going to be easy, those thoughts had disappeared years ago. There was nothing about any of this that was easy. There was nothing about life that had ever been easy, and he thought that that was just who he was. He thought that was simply how he had turned out. Because if he were being serious about it, then he knew that things had been different for him for his entire life. There hadn’t been a day that he wasn’t someone that they were going to have to keep an eye on. There hadn’t been a day, even before he had been born, that he hadn’t been marked in some way. Harry was always going to be Harry Potter. There was always going to be something.

There had always been something. The prophecy had been enough to have him fighting everyone that came at him, nad Harry knew that it wasn’t that easy. He knew that things were a lot more complicated than people wanted to believe. But he also knew that with everything that was going on in the Ministry right now, things were never going to get any easier. Things had always been a mess. Things had always been something that he couldn’t explain. Politics weren’t really Harry’s thing. He had never been one to worry about that. There had always been someone else for that.

First there had been Hermione, and then there had been Kingsley. And he thought that that was exactly what they needed to focus on. The fact that they were still in power. That they needed to hold on to that power. Getting pushed out wasn’t going to do them any good. They were going to have to face whatever came next, and he didn’t think that they were ready to swing back the other direction. Of course, he didn’t think that there was any reason for all of them to be locked up either. They were going to have to work something out. They were going to have to figure out a way out of this mess.

A war had been fought, and supposedly a war had been won. But Harry knew that they had said that a war had been won before, and then they had had to fight it all over again. As teenagers. The last thing that he wanted was his own children being faced with the same thing. He had been the orphan of war. He had been the hero. He wanted to be done with all of it. He had wanted to not have to worry about it again. But that was a luxury that he wasn’t going to be afforded any time soon. The only way not to deal with it at all, was to leave, and they weren’t going anywhere. They were too Gryffindor for that.

Tonight, he didn’t’ want to think about the fact that the world was going to hell though. Tonight, he thought that he wanted to focus on Mia, and on the fact that they had been married for seven years now. Perhaps they had gotten married the fastest after the war, but he didn’t think all that much of it. Not now anyway. They hadn’t been right with Gin and Ron, and he thought that they had learned that easy enough after the war. His break with Ginny had been easier than hers with Ron. They had figured out how to be friends, and he was glad that he was still there with her, even if they had talked about leaving for a while.

Ginny was good for her brother, and he hoped that they were both going to be happy eventually. He knew that Ron had had a baby, last year. Tracey Davis, he was pretty sure. Not that he thought that they were together, or anything like that, but he was curious about how that had happened. Even if they weren’t close enough for him to just outright ask anymore these days. “Busy day around here?”

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