Somewhere between bisexual, gay and clueless. Blood status:
Junior Auror Marital Status:
James Sirius (5), Albus Severus (3)Hobbies:
Conspiracy charts, AKA the only Ďdťcorí around his shabby freshly-divorcee-pad. Dozens upon hundreds of newspaper cut-outs, pictures, memos, notes and diagrams linked with differently color-coded strings (the only use any real man should have for yarn) and the random crack, bump or puncture where Harry threw something at the wall. Post War Bio:
Everything started out so nicely, smoothly, even. Every last door was open for Potter, from the mail room to the ministerís office, favours were offered, interviews mentioned, positions secured, especially during the trials of the death eaters, everybody wanted to be the Chosen Oneís friend. Harry probably married too early, but he couldn't really keep his best friendís baby sister hanging, could he? And after all that pain, violence and loss, they were all desperate for something sweet and pure- a new family born of young love.
She deserved so much better than him.
Once the trials were over, once the dust settled and people went back to their routines, Harry quickly discovered that The Chosen One isn't very meaningful without a Dark Lord to run an awe inspiring campaign against. It's not every day that you find a dark wizard to capture and detain, especially when the greatest of them all has just been recently dealt with. Most of the active mal-practitioners lived abroad, and as much as he tried- Potter simply wasn't one for mastering foreign language, especially not at the level required for undercover work (not that he could, with that GD scar shining bright at the top of his face). He could feel their eyes upon him, looking up to him, as if asking- ďWhat, is that it?Ē like a bunch of muggle kids at a birthday party, waiting for the magician to show his next trick, but Harry had no more tricks up his sleeves.
It didnít take long for them to realize that the boy wonder has grown up into a big sack of nothingness. The promising junior Auror stayed just that, minus the promising, doing two-bit field work every now and then, but mostly pushing paper, checking facts, amending reports.
He should have known better than to take his frustration out on her. At the time he had no idea he had been taking anything out on anyone. He simply did his job, collected his paychecks, came home, ate his dinner and shut himself away at his study- which basically was a miniature model of his current conspiracy maniac flat, reading the newspapers, watching some muggle TV news, looking for signs, scanning for shadowy connections, searching for a purpose.
So yeah, sure his purpose should have been his family, thanks for that inspiring pearl of hindsight bullshit, where were you three years ago? Think itís easy, seeing a failure coming your way? Harry didnít see it, and that- according to his ex-wife- was a fundamental part of the problem.
He lost her, he lost his kids and his best friend stopped taking his hesitant calls.Personality:
Maturity peeled away the layers of the once shy yet passionate teenager to discover the brooding and intensely silent type Harry never realized he was, being used always having a pair of extremely talkative friends around him, the boy who lived never did learn how to actually start a conversation. Inner dialogues are his thing, conflicting voices and thoughts that sometime drown out the external ones in his immediate surrounding, itís not rare to see him lost in thought, or witness him change moods suddenly and with no apparent reason. Heís still kind, caring, generous and noble of heart, but in the real world- thereís not much chance for those traits to shine on their own.