Harry Potter: An Alternate Universe

7) Art Gallery

Year: Graduated 1978
House: Gryffindor
Gender: F
Love Interest: Harry Potter

By no means did I make this beautiful piece of art. Rights go to its respective owner. Also, I'll be doing a few more of these about Harry, because it's less research I have to do ;)

"Do you have the floo powder, love?" You entered the study room, and the sound of your shoes hitting the wooden floor echoed across the house you were still unpacking in. Harry already has his coat on, leaning against the fireplace. You hold up a small leather bag before opening up pulling out a handful of green powder. He takes the small purse from you, and you watch the fireplace grow for you to fit inside.

"Don't be so slow to get there," you tease. Harry cocked his head to the side. "I'll see you in a minute." He pecks you on the lips, then stands back to watch you go.

"Diagon Alley!," you shouted, and were blasted off into nothing but blur until you felt solid ground under your feet again. It only took a short moment more before your husband appeared as well, his hair disheveled from the trip.

You were currently off to an art gallery that recently opened in the area. You caught the attention of its owner, who recognized your political cartoons in the Daily Prophet. You mainly did illustrations on topics like the House Elf Protection Act, instituted by your oldest friend Hermione Granger. You and her have been friends since your first year at Hogwarts.

The owner of the art gallery offered you a spot to put up your artwork, and was well aware of your liberal views. This was the first time your art would be displayed like this, and Harry had been looking forward to taking you since the gallery made its first appearance. It had only been open a week or so.

It was a quaint, modest building, roughly two stories high, with big windows displaying works by other artists. A small chime rang when you opened the door, and the owner welcomed you with a smiling face.

"Oh hello, Mrs. Potter, a pleasant surprise!-." He starred at Harry, mouth gapping. "M-m-Mr. Potter." The frail old wizard was speechless. "What an honor this is!"

"That's very kind," he smiled. "We'll just be looking around."

"Y-yes, of course."

"Thank you, Mr. Hill," you nodded at him. You and Harry rounded the corner away from his earshot before whispering, "He's a bit star struck; you made him talk like Professor Quirrel." He laughed.

"Sort of an odd thing, isn't it?"

"You being a celebrity? Always have been." Despite saying this, you knew what he meant. After the war, the Harry Potter craze became like a fire that was fed more kindle. With your art and your work, you did the best you could holding your own, and not just being 'the wife of Potter.'

"Look, over there!," he remarked, pulling you over to a further corner in the studio, passed rows and rows of art. There was your work, only the best you've done. Most of them were inspired by politics, showing prejudices against Muggle-born, half-bloods, and those born without magic. One acrylic painting was of a little boy stuck in a game of tug-a-war, one half being Muggles pulling him into the Muggle world, and the other being witches and wizards pulling him into magic. Another was of a bare arm with the words 'mudblood' etched into its flesh. Hermione had posed for it. These paintings were immobile, a style not as common in the magic community. However, there were a few that had motion, and one of them you might've been most proud of.

"I remember sitting there for hours," Harry mused, looking into his own portrait. It didn't talk like the ones in Hogwarts, but the enchantments you put on it made it blink, shrug its shoulders, or smile. "And you refused to let me see it!" You beamed at him.

"Happy Christmas, love."

"Yeah, yeah," he smirked. He looked at the paintings for a while longer. "These are fantastic, really."

"Thank you."

"I mean, just... wow."

"Oh, stop it, you!" But he didn't. He boasted about your art for the rest of the day, and you'd never felt more loved.

Yeah, this one's late, and now I am ESPECIALLY tired. To be hooonest I thought this was a cute one, and I hope you liked it!