AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it took me so long to update this (and I still need to write more for my other fanfiction), I just haven't had the time to do it, nor the inspiration. I'll try to update more often, but I'm not sure that'll be possible. Also, for people who have been reading this, I edited one sentence from the last chapter to "who had been working as the Care of Magical Creatures professor at the school for a couple years, since her divorce", so, Luna's been working there for a while now.
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It had been a few months since the divorce went through, and Harry felt empty.
He'd come home that night to find Ginny's stuff already gone, she had packed up her clothes and left, not wanting to even be around him, apparently.
He got the house in the divorce, while everything else was split pretty evenly.
Ginny went back to playing Quidditch, leaving the Prophet and rejoining the Holyhead Harpies, travelling around with her new boyfriend, Rolf Scamander for her games and his jobs.
Harry, on the other hand, was lost at what to do.
The kids were already old enough to take care of themselves.
James was an Auror.
Albus was a writer for the Prophet.
Lily was training to be a Healer.
So Harry didn't have anybody at home with him, he was alone. He hadn't been alone in a long time.
The last time he had felt truly alone was when he was at the Dursley's.
He even quit his job, no longer finding it satisfying.
Not long after he quit his job, he got a letter.
It was delivered by a barn owl, and was in a blue envelope, his name written cursively on it in red ink, and sealed with a seal that looked like a moon.
He raised an eyebrow at it, then opened it. The paper was an off-white, and the ink was red, like on the envelope.
He sat at the dining table and read it:
I'm worried about you. I know what she did was not fair to you, but you've thrown your life away. Come talk to me, please? Somebody needs to help you get back on your feet, and I'm known for my feet, so I think I can help you. My house is in Hogsmeade, and, if you owl me back, I'll put a sign on the front of it, with your name on it, so you know it's the right one. Just come have tea with me, and talk, at least.
Harry smiled as he read Luna's letter. He quickly grabbed a quill and parchment, writing a response. There was no hurt in going to see her, right? And she was right, he had thrown his life away, and it was about time he started fixing it. Luna would probably be a great help too. He offered to meet her the next day at 3 in the afternoon, it was mid- August, and school hadn't started for the year yet, so he didn't need to worry about her working then.
Soon after sending the letter back with her owl, he got another letter from her, but the owl left right after dropping the letter off this time. He opened it and read it:
I'm glad you're coming over, really glad. I can't wait. See you tomorrow.
Harry walked through Hogsmeade, looking for Luna's house.
He laughed as he found it.
She had said that she'd put a sign with his name on it on the front of her house, but he was not expecting her to put such a large sign, nor was he expecting her to make it glow like a neon sign.
He knocked on her door, and it was quickly opened and he found her arms around him. He smiled slightly and hugged her back.
"I'm glad to see you, Harry… You were worrying me…"
"I'm sorry I worried you, but, could we go inside?"
"Oh, right," she pulled back from the hug and smiled warmly at him. She grabbed his arm and pulled him inside before shutting the door behind him, "It's a little odd that you've never been here, isn't it?"
Harry shrugged as he looked around, taking in the sights. They were in the living room, it seemed, a sofa, a few chairs, even a muggle television were in the room. There were a few doors as well, "I suppose it is, but we've both been pretty busy, with our lives moving on and everything."
Luna nodded, humming softly, "Yes, that's true. Let's go have our tea and talk."
She led him through one of the doors, and into the kitchen, opening a drawer, "What kind of tea would you like?"
"I don't mind, you pick," Harry said as he sat at the small dining table that was in the kitchen.
"Hmm…" Luna pulled out two tea bags, and two cups, starting to make their tea, "So, Harry, how are you? Actually, that's a stupid question. Of course you're not doing very well. But I know what you're going through, my husband left me. But we probably shouldn't talk about him. Uh…oh, you quit your job, why did you do that?"
Harry watched Luna making their tea, and ran a hand through his messy hair, "I just wasn't…I mean…I wasn't satisfied with it. I don't really think I ever was. Yes, I do like helping people, fighting against evil and all, but…I came to the realization that I didn't need to keep on doing it. Before I did it for the kids, and for Ginny, wanting to keep them safe, and keep money coming into our household, although Ginny always worked too. Now it's just me, the kids have grown up, and Ginny's gone. I want to do something different, a job I can go into everyday and say 'I'm doing this for me' and be happy with that, you know?"
"Completely," Luna came over with their tea, putting his in front of him on the table, and taking a seat across from him, sipping her own, "You know, we really do have similar lives, yet different lives at the same time… I first became a magizoologist because I wanted to prove that all the creatures my dad talked about were real, but I realized he was wrong about a lot of them, but by that time, I was with Rolf, and I was doing it for him, with him. Then I got divorced, and I was just me, doing everything for myself, nobody else, well…I had the kids, joint custody and all, but magizoology doesn't exactly keep them safe, right? That's when I came here, and got my job here, at Hogwarts, I mean. I wanted a job that I loved. I love creatures, but I also love people, so a Care of Magical Creatures professor gets both of those, and I knew this was where I belonged."
Harry nodded, smiling slightly and sipping his tea, "We are very similar, I suppose, and Hogwarts has always seemed like home to me, so I see why you came here."
Luna's eyes lit up, "Oh! Harry, you should work here! There's an opening! The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor quit, and they haven't filled the spot yet, I don't think. You could come home, but…you could also keep your house too, and, just…figure something out."
Harry thought about it for a moment, tapping his tea cup, "I never thought about teaching, honestly…it would be…different, for sure. And I've been meaning to sell the house, actually, too many memories… I could move into a house here in Hogsmeade. An ex-Auror as Defence Against the Dark Arts would be a perfect match too."
"Don't forget that you're the Boy-Who-Lived-And-Died-Then-Lived-Again as well," she took a deep breath after saying all that, "Well, that's what others see you as, anyways. The kids would be amazed."
Harry nodded, "That's true…I…I'll think about it."
He drank more of his tea, and Luna smiled as she looked over at him, "Well, you don't have too long to think about it, you know. Classes start in a couple weeks. And we'd be able to work together! Wouldn't that be fun?"
She grinned wider, and Harry laughed a bit at her excitement, "Alright, alright. I don't have much else to do, so I'm sure I'll come to a decision soon, don't worry. I'll let you know once I've decided, Luna. It would be fun to teach here with you, and be close to a friend."
He thought he saw her smile waver a moment at the word 'friend', but brushed it off, he must have been seeing things. She just kept smiling at him, and they both drank their tea, talking about more trivial things for the rest of the afternoon.