Soul Mate - Chapter 30:
When Harry arrived at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters once more,
it felt like nineteen years had flown by, yet nothing seemed to have changed.
He was no longer the uncertain child staring at an unknown future but a father of three.
He and Ginny had two sons and a daughter, James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna Potter.
He had often thought about allowing James to take the surname of Black when
he came of age so that he could inherit the legacy of the family.
James was already in his third year at Hogwarts, while Albus
was just beginning as a first-year.
The Hogwarts Express was already bustling with students and their parents.
As always, Harry spotted Draco almost instantly in the crowd.
That platinum head of hair was unmistakable, even after all these years.
Draco had clearly seen him too, and they exchanged a quiet,
knowing smile without immediately approaching each other.
Ron and Hermione were also there to see their children off.
Harry gestured for Ginny to join them while he stayed behind to soothe Albus
, anxious about his house placement. Over the years,
Harry had completely changed his perspective on Slytherin.
He realized the labels once imposed upon them were unfair,
forcing them down a path that wasn’t necessarily their own.
It wasn’t which house you were in that mattered, but the choices you made along the way.
Severus and Draco were living proof of that.
Watching the train fade into the distance, carrying memories of his youth,
Harry felt the days of innocence, recklessness, and chaos drift far behind him
. He laughed softly, looping an arm around Ginny, when Draco and Astoria approached.
Scorpius really is just like you as a child, he said.
Draco raised an eyebrow. Are you sure your memory isn’t failing you, Harry?
You’ve never actually seen me as a child.
Harry shook his head. Eleven isn’t such a big age to remember anyway.
Draco seemed ready to argue, but a sudden cough cut him off.
Hermione’s expression darkened instantly.
Are you sick, Draco? Harry asked with concern.
Astoria sighed. I don’t know what it is. He’s been like this lately.
I suggested a healer, but he refuses, saying it’s nothing serious and will pass on its own.
Harry, please talk some sense into him.
Harry frowned. I can’t believe our esteemed Minister for Magic doesn’t know
how to take care of himself.
Draco shrugged casually. I’m well aware our respected Auror Chief is rather meddlesome.
He caught Harry’s glare immediately but only smiled and added,
I’m fine, just a slight chill. I’ll take some potion when I get home.
You promise?
I promise.
Satisfied, Harry turned to Hermione. You can keep an eye on him at work.
He forgets to eat and sleep when he’s absorbed in tasks
. Aunt Narcissa has complained countless times,
saying he’s just like Lucius was at his age.
Hermione, now Deputy Minister, nodded but her quiet worry was unreadable
to anyone but Draco. Eighteen years had passed, and his condition had subtly worsened.
Small ailments now reflected the larger, more dangerous consequences looming in the future.
She feared it could escalate to fatal levels at any moment,
leaving her feeling like a silent accomplice in his suffering.
Are you listening, Draco? Harry asked, irritation in his voice.
Of course, I’m not deaf. Draco rolled his eyes with an un-Malfoy-like gesture,
rubbing his temples. I know all of this, I will take care of myself.
Harry shook his head firmly. You say that every time, but next time, you won’t.
Oh Harry, you should leave your Auror post and teach at Hogwarts.
This lecture posture suits you perfectly for a classroom.
Harry blinked, silent for a moment, then revealed to Draco and Hermione,
I’ve already discussed it with Ginny but haven’t told you. Soon,
I plan to resign as Head of the Auror Office and apply to teach at Hogwarts.
Hermione’s eyes widened. Why Harry? Because of Wizenhar?
Draco and I both assured you he wouldn’t interfere in the Ministry.
It’s not just about you.
Over the years, as Harry’s generation matured,
the very threat Professor McGonagall once feared had surfaced.
Wizenhar had been watching Harry since the end of the war.
When Harry requested leniency for former Death Eaters while preserving Slytherin’s reputation,
Wizenhar grew wary. Now, as Head of the Auror Office,
Harry controlled Britain’s magical law enforcement,
with former friends positioned in power:
Draco as Minister of Magic, Hermione as Deputy, Ron running his thriving joke shop,
and Neville teaching Herbology.
Those once young and inexperienced now commanded respect in their fields,
yet their friendship with Harry remained unwavering, a distilled legacy of loyalty.
Just as Harry had once declared, his DA members would
stand by him whenever needed, continuing the fight by his side.
And that was Wizenhar’s greatest fear.
Harry’s influence was immense. The Weasleys were a stronghold,
Draco’s family had a historic alliance, and the legacies of the
Potter and Black families carried weight. He maintained an impeccable reputation:
a devoted family man, responsible, affable, and immensely talented.
Even as a youth, his magical prowess was unmatched.
A single hint from him could inspire a legion of followers.
If he were to rise as a third Dark Lord, where would Wizenhar even find another Chosen One?