Recovery

Chapter One

Harry Potter is Twenty-eight years and in the Navy. They had been docked for a few hours, and told they would be for a few days...so rather then calling he decided he would just stop by Sirius' bar. Sirius and Remus adopted Harry at a young age, but the age wasn't young enough. There was trouble with his uncle that he had somewhat overcame over the years. Hardly anybody knew, not even his Navy buddies knew. Luckily the scars form childhood, blended in with the scars form the war. Even being on a ship didn't keep you form the war.

Harry walked the few miles to the bar, rather slowly. His jacket then over his shoulder, being held by his right hand as he held his shoes and socks in his left hand. Feeling the ground on his feet. The ground wasn't moving, it felt nice. He was used to the movement on the ship, but always favor the non moving ground.

He past the playground, the sound of the children laughing did pain him slightly. He never had children...but then that would require a relationship. Woman wasn't something he was into and man were only recently able to have their own children, without the added help of a doctor. So there was hope of having his own family, but his life could make finding a partner difficult. Even ten years in, The Navy was a major part of his life, and he wasn't the most simple minded. His mind raced all the time, with what was going on in the world and his mental condition only a couple people knew about outside his family. "Hi!" Waved a girl form the gate of the playground. Harry turned and smiled. "Why, hello! Aren't you friendly." Harry said. "Grandma says your in the Navy! She recognizes your uniform." Said the young girl, who climbed up on the top of the gate and had a set. Her very long strawberry blonde hair getting unknowingly Tangled in the gate. Her leggings didn't quiet go with her bright pink dress, but she picked the green leggings out and was going to wear them. "We docked for a few days, I haven't quiet picked up my other clothes form my parents." Harry said, walking a touch closer to the gate. "You...don't have your own place?" She asked a little confused. "There isn't a point little lady. I've been in the Navy since I was eighteen. I have a place on the base I could call home, but I have no house to spend my days alone." Harry said, seeing the boy run over to the gate. "Grandma is mad. You aren't suppose to climb on things. You'll get stuck." Said the boy and Harry smiled. "Your little sister is a climber I see." Harry said. "She's my twin sister." Said the boy and she just laughed. "Plus I am older by three minutes!" She said and he just looked up and stuck out his tongue. "Willow! I said you could say hello, not try and break your arm again." Said the older woman as she walked over. "One time I feel and I was four!" She whined. "Your daddy will have a fit if your break another bone." She said, and went to grab the girl form the gate. Willow cried out. "Her hair is Tangled in the gate." Harry said, dropping his things. "Willow, this is why we put your hair up when you climb." She fussed out and after getting all of her hair untangled form the gate, he pushed her feet over for her grandma to put her back on the ground. "Thank you, and I don't just mean untangling her hair." She said and Harry smiled. "No worries and you should listen to your grandma. Your hair is way to pretty, for something to happen to it." Harry said. "Can...I see your dog tags?" Asked the little boy. Harry eased down to his knees and watched him reach through the gate. "How long have you been in the Navy?" Asked the grandma. "Since I was eighteen. Ten years." Harry said, and soon felt the dog tags rested back on his chest. "Come on kids, let's him get back to his day." She said and Harry smiled. He watched the two kids run back off, as he grabbed his things and finished the walk to the bar.

There must be a band playing tonight. There wasn't a single parking spot left in the parking lot, cars parked in the grassed, one car to close to a tree to the mirror right off. Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Sirius's once shoe box bar was now a bombing business. Kept him busy and his husband, Remus loved the special wine nights when the fancy wine came in. Harry made his way to the door, and the bouncer smiled. "Welcome home." He said. "I haven't been far in a few months, you know that." Harry said. "I do, but it's been a month since we have seen you." He said. "Fair. Thanks." Harry said. "You're better off going through the back. I doubt you'll get to the bar." He said. "Thanks." Harry said, and Harry walked around the building and jumped over the wall. He landed below. It was half a basement, area. That was below the street, and with a code he could get in to Sirius office. "Good Lord!" Half cried a boy in the waiter Uniform Sirius had his employees wear. His face was a little red and his hands seemed a little rashes over. "I didn't mean to scare you." Harry said, to get this faint smile form Draco. "No, it's alright. Your their son." He said. "Yeah, we just docked. Figured I would stop by." Harry said and he smiled. "I'm Draco. I've been working here since I turned twenty-one." Draco said and Harry smiled. "I do think I have seen you walking around, however...Why are you out here?" Harry asked.