one of these days —

harry j potter. 40. 

[harryjjpotter]

ginevrapctter​:

WHERE: The Potter Home DATE: November 3rd, 2020 STATUS: closed for @harryjjpotter​​

Both of them had been working so late and so much lately that Ginny had to ponder when it was they had actually spent some time together. When was the last time that Ginny wasn’t wrapped up in the Daily Prophet or her underground secret project? When was the last time that Harry wasn’t off on some mission or hunting down some information that was needed for a case? She had no idea when they both had a spare minute to themselves and she was getting fed up with it. She was determined to track her husband down and see him for a few minutes of the day. Merlin she missed the lazy days they had curled up on the couch or the random mornings where she refused to let him leave their bed because she was being purely selfish in wanting to have him all to herself. She missed the cute moments that they had, with everything taking a turn in the wix community Ginny wondered if they’d ever get back to those moments or if this was simply the new way of life.

Sitting in her office at the Potter home she looked down at the three letters she had perfectly written out, one for each of their children still in school. Smiling softly she placed a kiss on each one of them before she headed towards her favorite and personal owl Octavia. Giving the feathered creature a scratch to the neck she held out a treat for her. “Come on my sweet, can you take these to Hogwarts for the morning please? I’m sure the kids would love to have them to read at breakfast.” Ginny commented softly as she tied the letters to the owl. With one final scratch she opened the window and watched as the majestic creature became a speck in the distance.

Leaving her office she wondered if Harry was home yet or if he was out somewhere doing whatever it was he did late at night. Pursing her lips she changed herself into more comfortable clothing, something to lounge in. Making her way to the common area she curled herself up onto the couch, her latest muggle romance novel in her lap, in front of the fire. If Harry wondered where she was then he could come find her, she wasn’t going to be one to intrude on him if he was busy with something for work.

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Harry could admit that, at this point, he was starting to feel guilty about all of his sneaking around. When he first started, he'd been going out on nights when work hadn't been kicking his ass, so it all balanced out quite nicely. Now that he was getting buried under his workload in the office -- especially with this dragon pox mess that Teddy was determined to research --, walking around as Dudley/Algernon hadn't been so easy anymore.

Still, as he muttered the spell under his breath to wear off the polyjuice potion, he tried to push these thoughts away from the forefront of his mind. He was doing what was best for all of them, he was working for the greater good. Sure, he felt guilty hiding things from his wife, but he'd tell her once he'd reached his goal and he was out of trouble, otherwise it'd worry her too much. This wasn't a big deal, he told himself. It didn't have to be an issue.

He shrugged off his coat to hang by their door as he entered, making sure to retrieve the chocolate frog from its pocket before he made his way inside. "Evening! Sorry, sorry, I'm late again," he called, toeing his shoes off on his way to the couch she was lounging on. Their house was so eerily quiet nowadays, without any kids around, he didn't think he'd ever get used to it. He gave Ginny a kiss on the temple before settling by her side, pulling her feet onto his lap so they could be unnecessarily close. He knew she would send them all letters today, and he promised not to butt in, only because every time he did, he could practically hear the kids groaning and rolling their eyes at his usual questionnaire. Ginny was the Cool Parent out of the two, no doubt. "Tough day. Did you send the letters?" He handed her the delicate box with the chocolate frog he'd gotten on his way out of work and smiled apologetically. "Got it so we could split. Unless you're very upset I'm home late again, in which case, it's all yours."

[harryjjpotter]

DATE: November 3rd LOCATION: probably some suspicious, hidden corner in some shady end of Knockturn Alley for @recanteddeatheater​

It would never stop surprising Harry, how oddly... not entirely unpleasant Dudley's polyjuice potion turned out to be. Not the worst, not the best. Well, at this point, maybe he'd just grown used to it. A shot of this liquid was what allowed him to continue to hide and protect his family, so maybe his brain had re-wired itself to find the potion pretty okay by now.

The last few nights he'd been buried in work and hadn't been able to do this, and his skin had already been itching with the need to be out here, whatever that meant. He couldn't admit it to himself, but there was genuine comfort in slipping into a completely different face. It began as a need to protect his family, to weasel his way into the despicable organizations threatening the peace of their world, and hopefully he could watch it all crumble from the inside out. By now, though, it'd become something he wanted to do. He never realized the toll of being Harry Potter until he found himself craving the anonymity of Algernon Malone.

Tonight wasn't supposed to be any different. He slipped into a coat three sizes too big -- because Merlin, Dudley had grown to be much bigger than him, and he would never again make the mistake of walking around in a ridiculously overstretched sweater like the first time -- , and he hid his face under a hat before he could duck into the first available corner to drink it. It was quick, it was only uncomfortable for a second, it was fool-proof.

Except tonight, when he took the usual shot from his flask and felt his face start to morph he was almost knocked off-balance by the surprise of a sudden Apparition. Harry found himself uselessly scrambling to hide himself, pulling his hat down as he felt his body shift.

[harryjjpotter]

oflupinx​:

Closed starter for @harryjjpotter​ Time: Right after the Dragon Pox case was dealt with Location: Hogsmeade

     Panic was rising and spreading like wildfire, yet Teddy was able to remain calm. Hannah and the other seniors had taught him well in the hospital. Nerves were never good when somebody’s life was on the line and it was the healer’s job to save it. Holding a heartbeat in your palms, however nervewrecking, was also an art which required exquisite precision and thankfully, the situation was normalised with the help of the other healers who had attended the festivities. Thank Merlin Teddy wasn’t alone in this, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be capable enough to handle it all by himself. However horrible it felt, he took that experience as a humble victory, for stressful cases like these breeded good craftsmen in the medical field.

     His gaze was dazy, journalists from the Prophet and freelance networks were already crawling like ticks on the ground ready to get anything from the event. It was when Teddy’s eyes met his godfather’s pair when his hair finally returned to his vivid turqouise shades. The boy literally charged towards the man and stopped right before him, thinking a hug would be too childish. It was imprinted in Teddy’s brain by numerous people now that he had to act up and present himself as an adult. At eighteen years of age his godfather had defeated the Dark Lod and here Lupin was at twenty-one, giving popsickles and getting drunk with Butterbear.

     “Before you ask, I’m fine. Together with the other healers we stabilized the patient’s condition and they should at least survive. It’s probably not Dragon Pox but we’re still uncertain.“ Teddy’s voice was somber, his eyes staring into the glasses of Harry. “Did the Aurors find anything suspicious? Man, it sucks that this had to happened on… well, your day.“ He tried to crack a smile, but he couldn’t. He wanted to admit that this… thing that had inflicted the poor wix was perhaps one of those few cases which were locked under the mysterious cabinet and ignored by the Ministry. Merlin, he was still angry over that. “I’m asking, because I can’t help but find it suspicious one person out of the crowd got downed by Dragon Pox out of all. If it’s even Dragon Pox, that is. You don’t just get it like that.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry, I’m just-… my brain is all over the place.”

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Harry was worried sick for Teddy. That was nothing new, obviously -- Harry Potter losing it over his children doing anything remotely challenging? Go figure. But this, this was huge. He hadn't been too sure when the boy first went into training to become a healer, it seemed like such a shot in the dark, and dramatically different from the Auror training he'd been in before this. Healing was difficult, dangerous, it was so much responsibility. Perhaps some of that fear came from being bad at healing magic himself, Harry could admit to that.

He could see, now, how Teddy seemed to thrive in this area, how it seemed like he was completely at home taking care of others. Today, Harry was more worried about the reporters, if anything. Boy, did he know how it was, dealing with all the attention after something like this, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders, worrying someone might twist your words against you. When he saw his godson charging at him, he was relieved.

He was going to ask if the boy was fine, to be fair, so it was good that he got that out of the way. The mention of "his day" that came soon after had him scoffing a little. Hardly anything he cared too much about, if "his day" got ruined or not. "No, we're still looking. Don't worry, we're gonna figure it out, okay?" He was quick to pull Teddy in for a hug himself, squeezing the kid in hopes to offer some comfort. He was a forty-year-old man who'd been robbed of his own childishness too young, he didn't give a single damn about being accused of not acting his age when it came to comforting his family. Besides, there was hardly anything immature about needing a hug, and he could see one was needed today. "Catch your breath, kid. Are you okay? What do you need?"

[imperiarp]

NAME: Harry James Potter

AGE: 40 (31st July 1980)

GENDER: Male (he/him)

SPECIES: Wix, Halfblood

OCCUPATION: Head of the Auror Department, Ministry of Magic

ALLEGIANCES: Pro-government.

Harry Potter had hoped his days of settling down were finally upon him. He felt like he’d been fighting his whole life, always on the run, always struggling to keep his friends and family safe. He hoped the war had been the end of his fight. He hoped that now, even if he was still plagued by the ghosts of his past, his children could live in a world safe from harm. Hadn’t he been through enough? With political tensions rising, he’s starting to wonder if he’ll ever get to truly rest – and if he’ll ever feel like he’s done enough. He is tired, but he is more determined than ever to restore the balance of the world he calls home. Harry will stop at nothing to keep his loved ones safe, even if that means bending rules and laws to fit his own morals

HARRY POTTER is TAKEN. This character is written by GABE, and played with OSCAR ISAAC.