Title: Hoshea
Author: j-chan
Warnings: AU, slash (m/m and f/f), some violence, language
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter and his world. If I did, book 5 and 6 (and probably 7 when it comes out) would have been different.
Author’s note: The best ideas come from the shower, honestly.

Prologue

Boy-Who-Lived Killed?

Clancy Owens, July 1998
The beloved Boy-Who-Lived (also known as Harry Potter to close friends) has not been seen since his final confrontation with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Many speculate on what caused the disappearance, but most witnesses claim that they saw Harry Potter kill You-Know-Who, faint, and then disappear from where he landed.

Friend, witness, and Hogwarts student Seamus Finnigan has told the Daily Prophet, “He looked to be using a lot of force, more than we’ve ever seen. I was covering his back since Ron fell to a nasty hex and Hermione was helping the injured in the confusion. When I turned, he was falling and then whispered something before he hit the ground. Next thing I knew, he was gone.”

However, a fellow student who wished to remain anonymous claims, “ You-Know-Who bloody killed him. Potter was never a match for him and it was his sheer luck that killed the snake and it was his luck that got him killed in the process.”

Has the Boy-Who-Lived been killed? Or has he just disappeared to clean his wounds before returning to us? No one on the battlefield that day knows what happened, nor does the rest of the wizarding world. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, however, have put out a reward for any clear information that will lead to uncovering what happened to our hero.

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Harry Potter, who was not dead, opened his eyes to the room around him. It was late in the evening, but that was really to be expected now. His sleeping patterns were not the same as before and neither were his eating habits either. He slept when he was tired, ate when he was hungry, and replayed old memories when he was bored. They were not always memories that he enjoyed, but they were his.

“Harry, you’ve been sleeping for the past seventeen hours. Don’t you think you should get up and greet the world?”

The dark-haired boy groaned, rolling over in his bed to look at one of his housemates. “What else is there to do besides sleep, eat, and look at the past?”

“You still have to get up at some point. This vacation is supposed to be relaxing and to help you get over the battles.” The other teenager- no, man. Neither of them were children anymore. The other man stood up and walked over to Harry’s bed, sitting on it. “We should go for a walk today, see the town. It’ll be good for all of us.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Harry sighed, sitting up. He ran a hand over his face, absentmindedly rubbing where his scar used to be. It had disappeared the moment he killed Voldemort and that was when Harry realized that the monster would never come back again.

Everything relating to Voldemort was destroyed, including his many ranks of Death Eaters. Before the final battle, Snape had returned to Hogwarts with a scroll about forty feet in length. Written on this scroll in the smallest lettering possible was a list of anybody who ever had tied to the Death Eaters and what they did for Voldemort. The Order was skeptical that everybody was listed until they came upon names of House Elves and even Voldemort’s snake. It had been the information they needed and it added to the reasons Harry felt he could leave.

“Come on, dinner is already cooking. Maybe tonight we can star gaze.”

“You and your stargazing,” Harry teased, reaching for his glasses. After putting them on, he kicked his housemate off the bed and then got off himself to look for clothes. Today, he promised himself, would be a good day. No Voldemort, no sulking over lost lives, and nobody to bother him.

0-0-0

“Do you think anybody misses us at home?”

The question startled Harry out of his private thoughts. The stars, he felt, represented each person affected by Voldemort’s power. There were a lot of stars and, he knew, there were probably not enough to cover everybody. “I’m sure people miss us. Why wouldn’t they?”

“We know they miss you, Harry.” The lighter haired of his two housemates turned to look at him. “I just wondered if they missed me.”

“Or me,” said the darker haired. “Neither of us are as well liked as you are, Harry.”

Harry rolled his eyes, glancing back up at the stars. “Nonsense. I would miss you two if you left. As for me? They’re probably still celebrating the death of Voldemort to worry if I’m alive or not. Give them another month and then they’ll panic and search everywhere.”

“It won’t get to that, right? We’re going back in a few weeks.”

Harry smiled, nodding his head. “Right. This is just a vacation and we’ll go back before they can panic.”

“Right. If they do notice, we can just tell them that we were cooling off and getting our minds back to life instead of war.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Harry nodded. “The perfect plan. Hey!” He sat up, pointing to the sky. “Look, a shooting star! Make a wish!”

At once, the three closed their eyes and wished for three different things: one for peace, one for a family, and one for Harry.