AN:I do not own Harry Potter in any way. None. I do not want to make money off of this. J.K. Rowling is a Goddess among men and women. This is a Charlie/Harry fanfic and is rated M. This means if you don't like the idea of two men having sex and falling in love (or however that order works), you won't like this fanfic. This fanfic is rated M for a reason! Slight lemon later on but I warn you and you can skip if you wish. I am that nice!

Takes place after the end of DH but before Epilogue. Not Epilogue compatible.

Summary: Harry Potter has just saved the Wizarding World at the age of 17 and has returned home to Number 12. What will he do with his life?

Main Pairing
CharliexHarry (Harlie)

Other pairings (They are important but no naughty scenes between them)
Dean T/ Seamus F
Ron/Hermione but will this stay the same?

Blaise Zabini/ Terry Boot

This is my First fanfic. I have tried uploading this story before only to get code 1 errors. In short, it has been frustrating but this is still my story and my first fanfic so please be nice with criticism!

Chapter 1-How things stand

Harry James Potter was the savior of the wizarding world. He was known throughout the world as the killer of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He had broken into (and out of) Gringotts, slayed a basilisk, and a variety of other things that the Daily Prophet seemed to relish in saying every other week and he was able to do all of this by the time he was 17.

Harry was lost in thought as he looked out his bedroom window at Number 12 on the last warm night of May. The street was empty and the only thing Harry could see were the streetlamps. He was able to return to the home Sirius had given him because Harry, with the help of the Order, redid the wards protecting the ancient house of Black. Also, miraculously, the Order had found a way to remove Sirius's mother from the wall, which was a blessing because Harry could only take the shrieks for so long before they caused him a headache. It made having guests easier. The only guests he got were from the Weasleys and the Order. The wards kept any uninvited guests away, especially those from the Prophet, who seemed to be more determined than Death Eaters to find him so they could get the scoop on what Harry was planning to do now that he had saved the world.

It was this very thought that was keeping him up so late. There was a stack of letters on his nightstand that was on the other side of the bed. All of these letters had been delivered to the Weasleys, who were kind enough to pass it along to Harry without looking at them. Harry looked at the top-most letter, which was from Hogwarts. He could recognize the handwriting from here. It was from Professor McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts, asking Harry if he wanted to return to Hogwarts. McGonagall, however, wanted Harry to come back as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the youngest teacher to ever hold the post. It was, as she described, "a unique opportunity for students to learn from a person who has defeated the strongest Dark Wizard in over a century."

'Just what I need, another first to the list of my other accomplishments. The Prophet would go mad.' Harry thought as he sat on his bed. He had moved into Number 12 right after the Battle Battle of Hogwarts. Being preoccupied with reporters, funerals, and a variety of other things, he had not had the energy to change the room he was in. Harry had not had the heart to move into Sirius' room either so Harry was stuck on the 2nd floor in a mid sized bedroom. Besides the nightstand and the bed, there were some matching chest of drawers that stood up to Harry's shoulders. The closet was protected by a matching wooden door. As it stood, all of Harry's possessions could and did fit into that room. Technically, the entire house was his by inheritance but somehow, he still thought of it as Sirius' house.

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He leaned over his king sized bed and picked up the letters again. He flicked through all of the offers. After the letter from Hogwarts was a letter from Minister Shacklebolt, informing him of the offer that he extended to all who participated in the Battle of Hogwarts. All those who fought in the battle could automatically start auror training without all of the stringent series of character and aptitude tests. Harry had heard that both Ron and Neville were at least thinking about it. Harry had wanted to be an Auror for a long time but the idea of fighting more dark wizards just seemed to give him a headache.

The next letter, or the next series of letters, were from nearly every British based Quidditch team, looking to add the famous Harry Potter as their new Seeker. Although Harry technically did not come from their hometowns, they were 'gracious' enough to ignore that fact and want him to sign to their team. Harry loved Quidditch but making a career out of it was not something he wanted. The occasional match with the Weasley family was enough. Harry had not told Ron that not only had he been invited to join the Chudley Cannons, Ron's favorite team, but that the letter inviting him to the team had been signed by all the players. Harry was sure that Ron would love to hang this letter up with all the rest of his Chudley Cannon merchandise. The World Cup would be held this summer and each team was expecting his reply as soon as possible so they could get some practise in. Harry had already started on the rejection letters.

Harry ran his free hand through his hair to give himself that slightly ruffled look, as if he had jumped off his Firebolt again. These offers were amazing in their own right but none of them felt right. For starters, he would be staying in Britain and be hounded by the press. Secondly, he really did like excitement but Quidditch had a lot of down time and he would need to do something else. Finally, being an Auror sounded too much like what he had been doing for the past seven years.

Harry put the letters on his nightstand, as well as his glasses, and got himself comfortable in bed. He knew that he needed to talk to his best friends and both were at the Burrow. Last he heard, they were quite the couple and both seemed to be in had also been asking about him and was telling people that she expected Harry to ask for her hand in marriage before the year was out.

Harry turned over to his right side, ignoring the pang in his heart. How was he going to explain to her that he no longer felt the same way and that he did not want to be tied down right now?

It looked as if his adventures were not going to be halting anytime soon.