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Chapter 1

…10 Years Later…

Standing in front of the mirror, Harry dried his hair
vigorously with the towel. Though it was
early still, a couple hours before noon, it was already looking like it was
going to be a hot day. That was fine
with him, really it was, since he loved the heat here. It was part of its charm. After finishing, he tossed the towel towards
the hamper in the corner then picked up his wand and cast a spell to dissipate
the steam from the shower and clean the mirror of fog. Finger-combing his hair, he grinned at his
reflection. Honestly, he liked what he
saw. He had let his hair grow out, it
was now down to his shoulders, so it no longer stuck up all over the
place. Not only that, the last few years
spent in the sun on the beach so much had woven lightened streaks in it. Add to that he was now tanned a golden brown
and he looked like the epitome of health.
Sure, you could still tell he was Harry Potter, the eyes, the scar and
the fact that he looked like his father made it evident, but he was happy with
what he saw in the mirror these days. Since
leaving the Wizarding World he hadn’t grown any taller, but he had filled out
and muscled up so now he looked far more like an adult, though he retained the
boyish looks. That pleased him.

Honestly, right now he loved his life. And, more than that, he never once regretted
leaving the Wizarding World. Since
leaving, he had enjoyed himself immensely.
At first, he had kind of drifted aimlessly here and there all over the
world, staying somewhere for only a short time.
Then, after a year or so, he started staying places longer and learning
things. When he traveled in the Far East, he had been fascinated with how they did things
and just how differently they taught magic.
That is when he got serious about learning things. He spent several years studying there and
learning what he could. Then he started
his world hop again, doing the same kind of things. It was fascinating and he had learned that
things around the world were far different than they were in Britain.

Three years ago, he had found himself bored with traveling
and wanted to settle down somewhere for a while. It had been a hard choice for him
actually. He had fallen in love with the
Far East, especially Japan,
but couldn’t see himself living there.
Instead, he had traveled around a bit then, while taking a break on the
French Riviera, he had found Cote de Magie.
It had been love at first sight for him and he found his home. It was a small village, something like the
French version of Hogsmeade, near St. Croix
where many witches and wizards around the world visited on vacations. The atmosphere was something that was relaxed
and non-stressful. Though there were
many people there all the time, especially during peak tourist times, the feel
of the place was something that he loved.
He spent a week there, just lazing around and wandering about to get a
feel for it then decided that this was now going to be ‘home’. Since that decision, he hadn’t regretted it
at all.

Though he was going to live here, he decided that staying
among the masses wasn’t for him.
Wandering around, as he got used to the place, he tried to find the
perfect abode that would suit his needs.
A few kilometers down the beach, outside of the village proper, he found
it. What it had been was a hotel that
someone had built in the style of a manor house in hopes that this place would
be the next big muggle tourist area.
When the wizards and witches had taken it over, the place was abandoned
and was now up for sale. It was rundown
and a bit ramshackle but he had fallen in love with it so he bought it. With the help of house elves that he had
managed to hire on, they had fixed the place up and decorated it in a bit of a
bizarre style that was all his own. Since
he never had visitors, he was a stickler on keeping his privacy, he could
indulge in any whim or decorating that he wanted. And boy did he ever!

Walking out of the room, he stepped onto what was once a
walkway that ran in front of the rooms, he made his way down to the part of the
former hotel that was the lobby. That’s
where he usually had his breakfast or what passed as breakfast for him
anyway. Usually, he just had some coffee
and a couple buttered croissants to tide him over until noon when he met up
with the Bums, as his group of friends were called by locals, for lunch. Passing by the closed doors of the other
rooms, he reminded himself that when he got time he was going to do some work
on what he called the wave room. But
that was for later on. Now, he wanted
some coffee and a little something else in his stomach.

Stepping into what used to be the lobby of the place, he
looked around and grinned, nodding. He
loved this area of his home. It was so
odd and unique that he couldn’t help but be awed by it each time he stepped
in. Set up to look grand and auspicious,
it originally had two story wall to ceiling mirrors that reflected the opulence
the original owners had tried to convey to the guests, all twinkling
chandeliers and thick, plush carpets, regally painted walls and such. When he bought the place it was decidedly
rundown, like an old grand lady that had her make-up fading and smearing. Not caring about how it looked to others, he
had fashioned the whole thing to make it look like he wanted. To that end, the lobby was gutted and
replaced with tables then painted darker earth tones. The mirrors had stayed though. He had a plan in mind for them when he first
saw them. Using a bit of magic, he turned
them into what looked like giant aquariums.
It was an illusion of course, not the real thing. But, at any given time, you could see scaled
down models of one of the oceans and all its sea creatures swimming by or, if
he was in a different mood, a view of a prehistoric sea with creatures that
hadn’t been seen other than on muggle TV or in movies. He liked it

Settling down at one of the tables with the French version
of the Daily Prophet, he scanned the headlines for anything interesting then
began to read here and there while his house elf, Mimi, served him his
breakfast. Nibbling on the fresh baked
breads and sipping the rich steaming coffee, he was content. After tossing the paper aside, he thought
over all he had to do that day.
Honestly, like most days, it wasn’t much. As far as he could tell, all he had to do was
stop by the restaurant/bar he owned and check to make sure everything was going
fine before it opened. Since no one knew
he owned it, he liked to do such things before business hours so no one knew
about it. It wasn’t that he was ashamed
of owning the thing, more like he didn’t have much at all to do with running
it, leaving that to the manager. This
way, not only did he have a steady, good income, it was quite successful and
popular with the group of British ex-patriots that lived full time here, he
didn’t have to worry about draining his Gringotts accounts his parents had left
him. The business gave him more than
enough money to live very comfortably on.
After that, well, he was going to be a beach bum all day like he usually
was, hanging out with the small group of British ex-patriots that were about
his age. Though he would never have
thought it, used to being busy all his life, he was enjoying having really
nothing to do all day but hang around and lounge on the beach.

After finishing his meal, he slipped into the tank top he
had carried down and made sure his cutoffs were in place then stepped over to
the small mirror on the wall.
Concentrating on his reflection, the glamour slid into place, covering
his trademark scar, making his green eyes brown and adding a tiny bit of pudge
to his cheeks so that he no longer resembled his father. It was just small things, but enough. Plus the glamour was easy to keep up so no
one guessed who he really was. He had found
out, early on in his travels, that even abroad the Wizarding World knew who
Harry Potter was and he didn’t get left alone.
So he had learned to use a simple glamour to cover just enough to where
he was changed a bit. Then he got left
alone. Here, he was known as Jay. That’s all people cared about, last names
were never asked. That he liked, a lot.

Pleased with what he saw in the mirror, he nodded and
grinned. It was now time to officially
start his day. Stepping away, he told
Mimi and Claude that he would be back after supper as usual then walked out the
front door, headed towards town.

XXX

The Hogwarts professors walked down the main thoroughfare of
the resort town, talking to each other.
They were on a summertime conference with their counterparts from Beauxbatons Academy and, since the French school was
the one hosting it, decided that they were going to do it in the resort. That was fine with all of them. After all, most of them wouldn’t ever visit
such a place on their own, other than Professors Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Though in standard robes like most Wizards,
they were of the summer variety, other than Professor Snape who refused to give
up his voluminous black robes, with the Hogwarts crest on them, they still
stood out among the locals and other tourists that wore mostly standard muggle
summer wear though of the upscale variety.

They were on a break from the conference until mid-afternoon
so they were off to find somewhere to eat.
Since coming to this wonderful place they had heard of what they called
a pub down by the beach that seemed to cater towards the British tourists
called Cote de Café. Not only were they
renown for their food and drinks but for the amount of British ex-patriots that
congregated there. Since coming here,
they had run into many former Hogwarts students and found it fun to catch up
with some of them. They had heard about
the group called the Bums, basically several younger adults that had left Britain
before, during and after the war, that now lived here full time and basically
did nothing but hang around. It was
their thoughts to not only get a wonderful meal but to see if they couldn’t
recognize some of them. As teachers, it
was something that they enjoyed, seeing former students and what they were up
to.

Quickly, they found the place, it was situated at the very end of the main
drag, right on the edge of the already full, wonderful beach. Smelling the salty air and sand that baked in
the midday sun, they let themselves into the darkened restaurant, talking
amongst themselves. Finding an empty
table, they enlarged it to fit the members of the group and conjured a few
chairs so that everyone could be seated.
Almost immediately, they saw the group that they had heard about. The boys, with the exception of one lone
female, were crowded into the corner where the front windows were, having taken
over a large table. Sitting there, they
seemed to pay no attention to the newcomers, talking amongst themselves like
they usually did.

Sitting between Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, Minerva
McGonagall smiled a bit as she looked at the group of youngsters. From her vantage point, she could easily
recognize all but one of the group, having taught them at some point over the
last 15 years. It heartened her to see
that all of them seemed to be doing very well for themselves and looked fit and
healthy. Leaning in towards the
headmaster, she joined in the gossip with the others about the exploits of some
of the group while they were students.
Since they were still waiting on two members of the group to join them,
they weren’t going to order until they got there. Smiling a bit, she talked with the rest but her
eyes kept floating back to the dark haired one of the group that she didn’t
recognize. Somehow or other, though she
couldn’t place the face, she felt that she knew this boy. It was more of a gut feeling than anything
else because nothing about him seemed familiar to her. Eyes drifting to his face as he talked in an
animated way to his friends, she desperately tried to place who he was but
couldn’t quite manage it. From where she
sat, she could tell that he was wearing glamour of some kind but that could be
for any number of reasons. So many wore
it after the war to cover up scars they had received, so she didn’t think,
because of the nature of the spell, that it was completely changing his
looks. However, that didn’t help her to
determine who he was. In fact, it didn’t
do anything but seem to deepen the mystery all the more.

XXX

Though it didn’t appear to be the case, all the members of
the Bums kept a close eye on things when the professors of Hogwarts walked
in. Every single one of them had gone to
the ancient school during their time and all but one had graduated from there. Though they all went there, it was at
different times and none of them had been close friends. Some knew each other in passing but that was
as far as it went.

Once the group of teachers had sat down, of course the topic
turned that direction as anyone would expect.
Memories of events and things that had gone on were discussed back and
forth then laughed about. Reminiscences
of professors were thrown out there for all to talk about. Of course, when it came to Snape, all of them
had stories to tell about the snarky potions master, each one was both funny
and made your hair stand on end.

Though Harry listened in, he didn’t participate. Instead, he found his eyes flitting to the
group of them. Deep inside somewhere,
there seemed to be a longing to go over and talk to them, reveal for the first
time in ten years just who he was. But
he didn’t. It was best for Harry Potter
to stay hidden from the world. Even
here, despite the anonymity of the place, the fact that Harry Potter lived around
the in the area, there would be unwelcome attention brought to him. That he didn’t want. He liked his life just the way it was now and
didn’t want to invite the insanity back in.

Sitting there though, that longing was hard to fight
off. Hogwarts, and those that taught
there, were like home and family to him.
They had gone through so much together that it was all but impossible
for him not to see it that way. But he
couldn’t. There would be so much to deal
with if he took off the glamour and he would be thrust back into a world that
he didn’t want. Honestly, he adored his
life as it was right now, he didn’t think that he could go back to living in
the cage that was the life of Harry Potter.

As his gaze traveled around the table the teachers were
seated at, his heart ached when he saw Sirius and Remus. Of all the people he wanted to talk to, those
two were in the top five on the list.
Sure, he made certain that he kept up a running correspondence with them
and they knew he was alright, but it wasn’t the same thing as sitting with them
and being close. The urge to run over
and throw himself on two of his favorite beings in the world was almost
overwhelming but he managed to keep a leash on it. He would settle for seeing if he couldn’t
catch them alone then decide what to do from there. If nothing else, he would send them a nice
long owl about things and tell them how much he missed them. It wasn’t the same as going up to them, but
it would probably be for the best.

Pulling his eyes away from them before people began to get
suspicious, he glanced at Snape. Despite
how their relationship was during school, after the fall of Voldemort, they had
a long talk and set aside many of their differences. Things had drastically changed after he had
heard about all the snarky git had done and sacrificed, any animosity that he
held towards him was gone. As far as he
could tell, Snape was the one that had sacrificed and lost the most in the
war. He owed the man far more than he
could ever repay him. For that, he had
thanked the man, several times, but now, with so many years from the time of
the events, he wanted to sit down and talk to him about it all and get his
perspective on things. But, again, this
wasn’t the time for that as strong as the urge was.

Giving a deep internal sigh, he tried to focus on what his friends were saying
and not who else was around but he couldn’t quite manage it. His eyes kept being drawn to that table even
as he talked with his friends. However,
he was able to keep up with the conversation and join in, talking about
adventures all of them had at the legendary school. However, he stopped dead in his tracks when
Lucius and Draco Malfoy stepped in the door.
Unable to stop himself, he glowered at the two of them, a sneer gracing
his handsome features. Almost
immediately, the hatred he felt for the two, but especially Draco, bloomed deep
in his chest once more. He hadn’t
thought it possible after all these years that such a thing would linger, but
it did. Seething, he glared at the younger
blond, teeth grinding. He was drawn out
of that by a comment coming from the left of him.

“Well, lookie here, it’s the great bouncing ferret!” Mike said, laughing, blue eyes
twinkling. As it turned out, Mike had
been at Hogwarts the same times as Harry, though was a couple years older and
had been in Hufflepuff. Harry vaguely
remembered him, having passed him in the halls a few times, but that was all.

Unable to help himself, Harry let out a bark of laughter,
remembering vividly when the fake Mad-eye had transformed the younger Malfoy
into a ferret on the grounds and bounced him around before McGonagall had come
to rescue the little git. He was joined
in the mirth by the rest of the gang at the table, all of them chuckling or
laughing at the whole thing.

Apparently, the source behind their laughter heard the whole
thing, proceeding to shoot the whole group of them a dirty look, sneering. “Do you care to come here and say that to my
face?” Draco shot towards them. From the younger Malfoy’s point of view, the
incident in question was the source of mortification still. He knew, though many years had passed between
now and the incident, it was the stuff of legends and everyone seemed to bring
it up when they saw him. He hated that
and thinking about the humiliation the incident had inspired in him. Nor did he like the fact that so many knew
about it, even ones that weren’t in school with him during that time. So he did what he did best, stick his nose in
the air and challenge those that said something, knowing that most of the time
they would back down.

For Harry, that challenge was something hard to resist. More than anything in the world, he wanted to
put the smarmy little shit in his place in a way he never could at
Hogwarts. Knowing, now, he was just as
good as the blond at defending himself and hexes, he wanted to stand up to the
idiot then teach him a lesson. Hell, he
had learned many things in his travels and French laws were far different from
British ones when it came to what were considered dark curses. But, he didn’t. It was best to just walk away from this and
resist temptation. Snorting, he downed
the last of his drink then stood. “Come on,
let’s hit the beach before it gets too crowded.” Though he was unable to resist one last jab
at the blond since he knew the idiot had no clue who he was. “Besides, it’s starting to smell in here.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed at the tanned, lean stranger, seething. He knew that jab was directed at him and
hated it. But, for the life of him, he
couldn’t place this person. Though he
spoke in French, fluently from what he heard, there was a tiny thread of pure
British in it, telling him this was another of the many ex-patriots that seemed
to litter this place. Glancing around
the group, he could place the faces of many of them but the one that had said
that, he couldn’t. Though there was
something about him that seemed familiar, he just couldn’t put his finger on
what it was.

However, being who he was, he wasn’t about to let this
slight go by unchallenged. Even though
he was a professor now, he was still the same being he was in school. No one besmirched his reputation or brought
up such things without being challenged on it.
Shrugging off the hand his father had put on his shoulder to restrain
him, he stomped over to the group that was preparing to leave. Standing in front of the one that spoke last,
he sneered then asked, “Do you have something against me? If you do, say it to my face!” Usually, in his experience, doing something
like that ended things quickly and the other party backed down, not wanting a
confrontation.

Though Harry knew he shouldn’t, that he should just walk
away, he couldn’t force himself to do that.
This was something he wanted to do for so long that it was too good an
opportunity to pass up. No, he wasn’t
going to go full out and fight the weasel but he was going to get in a few good
verbal barbs. Facing him, Harry drew
himself up to his full height, though he was still shorter than Draco, and
glared at him. Teeth clenched tightly,
he hissed, “You, Draco Malfoy, are a sorry excuse for a wizard and an even
poorer excuse for a human being. You
were a Death Eater, or as close as you can come to being one, and kissed
Voldemort’s robes willingly. You and
your father both make me sick and belong in Azkaban with the rest of your
lot. You can put on airs that you are
respectable aristocrats all you want, but the fact remains that your father,
and you later on, served the greatest evil Britain has ever known and for that,
I’m disgusted by you. Add to the fact
that you are nothing more than a selfish bully, and my dislike of you is
complete. You are and always will be a
nasty little ferret!” Though he had more
he wanted to say, he felt that was enough lest he give away who he was. Still glaring daggers at Malfoy, he stepped
back then spit on his highly polished shoes before saying to his friends,
“Let’s get out of here, it stinks,” and walking out.
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