Between Aurors and Dark Wizards

Prologue

Ner words in this chapter: 1,102

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Prologue

January 2005

Harry James Potter, the son of the Great Head Auror James Charlus Potter, of course had finished his Hogwarts career with an O on his DADA NEWT. It also didn't come as a surprise when the teenager entered the Auror Academy - it was expected, actually!

Although, everyone knew that he didn't really deserve it. He was fresh out of school, even if he had such good grades... he was only special because his 'daddy' was the boss.

It was a mockery to any and every Auror who had gotten in fair and square. So, it was no surprise when he was assigned to a small Magical Village on an island, instead of the grand life of City Aurors who go after the serial killers... the Death Eaters.

Yet, Auror Potter never showed discontent. He was always sympathetic and ready to help.

Four years in and everyone started feeling sorry for him. His father out there in the war and here he was, helping Mrs Figg to get her escaping cat from the top of a tree almost every single day.

–BADW–

Thursday, 19 May 2005

HJP's POV

Harry stretched his arms as he entered his home. Hedwig hooted at him with yet another letter from his father. Harry growled, grabbed it and threw it into the fireplace, before turning it on fire. After watching it burn, he finally took his Auror robes and made grabby hands for his Muggle clothes. He swore he could hear Hedwig laughing as he practically hugged his trousers. TROUSERS! What's wrong with Wizards and Witches and the idea of wearing nothing but underwear under the robes?

He put on a shirt and a plaid over it. He glanced at himself on a Muggle mirror and tried to fix his hair with a huff.

"You had to take after him so much, hadn't you?" he grumbled into his reflection.

He picked Hedwig's treats and gave her, before leaving the house to go to the pub. He had to eat, after all.

"The usual, Harry?" The ginger maid asked with a smile.

Harry nodded, sitting by a table and looking outside. It was a small simple town surrounded by walls on an island and he loved it.

"Auror?" Harry glanced up, only to see Arabella Figg. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Again?" he asked, standing.

Mittens on top of the pub."

Harry nodded, he signalled the Weasleys who nodded and went outside only to summon 'Mittens'. He entered the pub and gave it to the old Squib Lady.

"I'll pass by the Animal Clinic tomorrow." Harry promised. "I'll get you those collars that you can call them and they'll come."

"I... I couldn't... it's too..."