Capax Infiniti [Drarry]✔

.: retrouvailles :.

retrouvailles - the happiness that fills your heart when you meet someone after a long time

It was April and people would think that the weather would become more human and a touch less rude by now. Skies were grey but that day was a rainless day. Something very soothing was dancing through the crushed flower petals on the still damp sidewalk and Harry forced his legs to hurry along the empty, peaceful streets waiting to wake.

That side of the city was slightly unfamiliar to him, since he had only decided to move away from the busy, magic-full streets near the Diagon Alley fairly recently. Maybe the decision was not so recent after all - in a world where such things as the rise of some dark lords and pompous wizards are not a threat one can call real anymore, time truly felt relative and maybe even illusory.

Sometimes hours were barely moving as if the time wasn't time after all but rather a large sloth of bears. Some other times it appeared more like a stream after some heavy rain that was so unlike the usual British rains. During those other times, time itself became rapid and unstoppable, wild and unpredictive, curious and most definitely arrogant because there is no such thing as knowing when you were going to lose some pocketed time and when some leftover time might be dropped into your pocket.

That day was certainly one of those days, Harry thought to himself as he rushed passed the delivery trucks stuck in the middle of the street because of the traffic that was slowly but restlessly developing all over London. He tried to make his breathing more even since he'd let it fall sloppy sometime during those last half a mile and managed to make it just a tiny bit better. His heartbeat was following the easy, splashy rhythm of his worn-out trainers, that were carefully avoiding all the stubborn puddles, and the jingle of spare change in the back pocket of his paint-stained jeans was slightly better than the blasting music that he used to listen to while running.

His mind quickly jumped to Hermione when he passed Genesis. It was a disco club / overly enthusiastic bar he had visited exactly once on a terribly difficult day, details of which were not worth mentioning. It was completely accidental of him to come across such a club but it had only been a couple of months since the war and he hadn't been handling himself properly, so Hermione decided a walk through some of their unusual walking routes could be helpful. That's how their adventure through muggle London began. As mentioned, it ended with quite a spectacular party they managed to find, held exactly at this place.

Of course, that was all before little Rose was born and Hermione lost all her free time. She had used to spend it by taking long walks with Harry while Ron took night shifts down with the Aurors, but now there was no free time in her pockets at all. And wasn't that very unfortunate for our dear Harry? Sure, he was almost as ecstatic as Ron himself when he became an uncle but losing long walks and Quidditch nights and helping-Ron-with-stupid-Auror-cases nights made space for a realisation to pop up in his head. Harry had to admit that realising that he had no idea what to do with his life was never a fun thing.

Just as most things in that year or two after the war, this realisation was massively overthought, overanalysed and blown up out of every proportion before he could find a nice, easy solution to the problem. It took him a week or two to decide that going into the Auror training was just as bad of an idea as it was when he had to decide if he wanted to join or not six months before that. It took him ten more days to decide that he would have to refuse McGonagall's offer of a teaching position once again as well because having to teach a bunch of noisy teenagers some crappy magic will solve none of his problems. And then, it took him less than five days to sell his old place in Hermione's and Ron's current building and find a cosy little flat with large windows facing the back garden and a spacious kitchen for all his cooking needs.