Undeniable Truths

41~ Quiet Office

They're meant to be. I know it. Luna knows it. Anyone who has ever seen the way he looks at her knows it.

That's why I sent her home. I wasn't doing it because I needed work out of her. I was doing it because I know she'd never confront him otherwise. She's far too proud. And from what I've seen, so is he.

I know that if they don't work it out they'll regret it. They'll look back in ten years and ask themselves why. I don't want that. I've been friends with Hermione for too long to see her be broken up about something that could've been prevented.

I look up from the file I've been staring at for the past two hours. I'm the only one left, and I prefer it that way. When the office is dark and quiet. There's no hustle and bustle. Nobody walking in expecting me to hurry up looking over their files. Just me and the silence.

After the war, things were hard. I schooled myself, took my NEWTs, and enrolled in the training to be an auror. I worked through the ranks, not that it wasn't easy being me. But once you've beaten the greatest dark wizard, people expect more from you. You'll always be in the spot light, there's no escaping it. The only get away I have is in this office, after everyone has gone home.

I focus back in on the file I was looking over with LESTRANGE printed across the front. Even after these years we are still having to hunt down Death Eaters. We're still having to stop people from trying to dig up Voldemort's grave to stop them from trying to resurrect him. I suggested that we just cremate the body and be over with it, but Kingsley won't approve it. He says that we need to leave it so the Death Eaters will continue weeding themselves out.

I suppose once they're all gone the office will be pretty boring. There won't be much work for us to do. No more reminder of what has been. No more wanting them gone. No more picking up the mess that has been there for over thirty years. I'm ready to rid myself of it, but at the same time it's all I've ever known.

This war has been going on my entire life. I've been in the middle of it for my entire life.  Once that's gone I dont know what I'll do. There will always be criminals, but I've never been interested in them. I've only focused on the Death Eaters. All the others could wait.

All the others weren't the reason my parents are dead. All the others weren't the reason why Remus or Sirius or Tonks or Dumbledore or Draco are dead.

But is Draco dead? I keep going over that question over and over and over again. He has to be dead. I saw the body. I cried over his body. I screamed and yelled and broke down over his body. Yet, Weinberg comes into our lives and suddenly I question everything. I don't understand why I let him do this?

I jerk my head up when I hear a knocking, "Hey, love. What's going on?" I greet my beautiful wife as I walk over to her.

"Harry, do you know what time it is?" Luna asks when we pull out of our kiss.

I look around, "No, why?"

"Harry, it's nearly 10 o'clock. You need to come home. I miss my husband. And your sons miss their daddy," she replies with a smile.

I look down at her, "Sons..? You mean.. No!"

She just smirks and nods her head, "I just found out today. We're having a boy."

"That's amazing! You go ahead and go home. I'll just clean up here and get my stuff," I grin and lean down to kiss her. "I love you. I'll be home in a few minutes, love."

"I love you, Mr. Potter. Don't be too long."

"I love you more, Mrs. Potter," I respond as she apparates out.

I go back over to my desk and start packing up my files. I get all my files packed away and I sit down in my chair. I'm having a boy. I grin at the thought. A son.

"What're you grinning about?"

I jerk out of my thoughts and see Hermione standing in my door, "What're you doing here? It's late."

"I needed to talk to you," she responds.

I give her a strange look, "How'd you know I was here?"

"You're always here," she shrugs.

I shake my head, "Business or personal?"

She looks down, "Business."

I sit up in my chair and put on my usual 'head arror' face, "Alright, detective Granger, what can I do for you?"

"I need your permission to reopen a case," she states.

"And what case would that be?"

"The Draco Malfoy case."