A/n: Hey all! Chapter two is up! I hope you liked chapter 1 and that you will continue to read and review my work. I don't want to keep on running my mouth so here's chapter 2 to Later Years…
Disclaimer: I don't own Hp or it's character's I only own the ones I make up! So I don't need a federal case made out of this story so BACK OFF!!
Later Years
Chapter 2
Something to Remember
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"Dad I would like you to meet Kat, Kat Malfoy."
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"Wha- Wha- uh- wha" Harry stumbled over his words. He couldn't believe it. His son's girlfriend is his enemy's daughter.
"Dad? You ok?" Chris asked shaking his dad.
"Hermione… could I…" Harry didn't finish his sentence he just pointed his hands to the kitchen. Hermione looked at him but followed him into the kitchen. When they got in their Harry spun around and looked at his wife, "Kat Malfoy!"
Hermione looked at him, "Harry, she-" Harry cut her off.
"She's Draco Malfoy's daughter!" Harry was outraged; "You brought her here! He'll come and blow the house up!"
"Harry listen to me," Hermione took Harry and sat him down on in a chair a looked at him, "Harry, I didn't think you would judge her by her name… Yes, she's Malfoy's daughter." Harry was going to say something but nothing would come out. Hermione continued, "But, she was a Gryffindor, Malfoy is a mess since you-know-who was killed, his father in Azkaban. He's useless and he takes out his pain on his daughter. She, who you wouldn't believe is nice, smart, and the best person in the world. That is why your son brought her home that's why he was so upset last year… Malfoy beats this girl for the simple fact that she's not evil or isn't a Slytherin."
Harry looked at Hermione, "What do we do if Malfoy comes to the door demanding his daughter back?" Harry asked.
Hermione smiled, she walked over to him and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed her back and put a hand on her thigh and rubbed it back and forth. Hermione let out a small moan, which caused Harry to do it more, "You like?" He said.
"More than you know." Hermione smiled and kissed him again.
Harry looked at her and helped her off his lap and he stood, "Ok, ok she looks like a sweet girl and I'm not going to judge her by he name. And if Malfoy comes here I'll confront him and tell him his daughter isn't going anywhere near that him until he goes threw me."
Hermione smiled and kissed his neck, "thank you, you have no idea how happy you just made your son."
"Yea, well it would make me happy if I could get some lunch." Harry got up ad walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, "Do we still have anything from dinner last night?" Harry asked.
"No, but if you want I could make you something." Hermione said, "My mother sent me a recipe for this Chicken."
"Well if you want I can help you tonight and we can have it for dinner."
"I think that would be great… What time will you be home tonight?"
"I'll be home around 3:30 4:00, I need to pick up James at school and pick up Mandy from Lavender. I'll drop him off and I'm going to run to the gym for a half hour. I think I'll just have a sandwich with some fruit."
Hermione walked over to the cabinet and took out the bread and condiments, "Ok that could work… I was thinking since the kids are home and they have all this friends with them, we could eat out back and the kids can swim in the pool. Do you want ham or turkey?"
"Ham. Exactly how many kids are we keeping in the house over the summer?"
"Well let's see there's James, Mandy, Chris, Ste, Kat, Brandon, Nick, and Brett and Boomer. Mustered?"
"Yea. Ok well I think we can do this… Nine kids isn't much… Look at Ron's family." They both laughed
"How true you are." Hermione said
"Ok, well I'm gonna go in the other room and get to know this girl and I'll be back in a few minuets, do you need any help in here?" Harry walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek.
"No, Take your time, I'll bring this in to you."
"Ok."
Harry walked back into the den and saw that Chris, Kat and Ste were watching a movie on the TV he walked over to them and sat down on a chair next to the fireplace. Chris looked at his dad, "What were you and mom talking about?" He asked.
Harry glanced quickly at Kat who knew that it was her they were talking about. She lifted her head and looked at Harry, "Mr. Potter,"
"Harry's fine Kat." Harry said.
"Ok, Harry, I know what you're thinking about me right now, I know that you and my father don't like each other at all." Kat started.
"Kat I'm not here to judge you by your name… Yes I did freak out in there when I found out your father was Draco Malfoy, but Hermione has told me that your as much like your father as Dumbledore is to Lord Voldmorte." Ste winced at them name. Apparently Ron still doesn't use it.
Kat gave Harry a soft smile, "Thank you sir."
"Anytime. Well I hope you kids are going to be here for dinner tonight. Hermione and I are making a new type of chicken, so we'll be eating outside in the back so you guys could go in the pool."
"Yea, with Brandon and Nick, I don't think were gonna want to go in." Ste said. Harry, Chris, and Ste started laughing.
"Why? What would they do?" Kat asked.
Ste looked at her, "Kat you've seen them in school… there like my Uncle Fred and George."
"Are they that bad?" Harry asked with shock.
"Well you'd have to see, I never saw how my uncles were in school, but my dad said that if Nick had another one like him then he would be like my uncles. Then Brandon came in the picture."
Harry's face softened, "Believe me I don't think those to are anywhere near as bad as Fred and George." Harry said in a matter-of-fact tone, "They are irreplaceable."
Ste looked at Harry, the face he had on as he said the last sentence, "Could you tell me something about my uncles? I don't get to see them that much and it would be cool to know how they were when they were our age."
"Which ones the perfectionist, or the jokesters?" Hermione said comeing in from the kitchen.
"Fred and George" Harry said taking his lunch from Hermione, "Thank you, love."
"Any time." Hermione sat one the floor next to Harry, as he was about to tell his story.
"We-" BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!! Harry's fire pager went off. "Bloody Hell! Always on my break!"
"Dad I'm comeing." Chris said getting up.
"Chris no." Hermione said.
"Chris, just miss this one, there'll be more." Ste said.
Kat looked at the three she leaned into Ste's ear and whispered, "What's this all about?"
"Harry's a community firefighter, and Chris is starting his training."
Kat just nodded, Harry looked at his son, "Chris, just stay here, I really need to get there. It's not like there gonna let you do anything anyway."
"But dad… Just let me come, I can just see what kind of stuff I'm up against… please." Harry looked at his son. As much as he hated it he nodded, Chris jumped from his seat and ran to Harry's car.
Harry got up and looked at Hermione; if looks could kill Harry would have been decapitated by now, "Mione, he has a point seeing what it's like could help his standard's."
Hermione didn't say anything, she got up and walked over to him, "If he goes anywhere near that fire it's gonna be your head." And then she walked away.
Harry stood there and looked at the remaining two teenagers that were still sanding there. Then he left he just waved good-bye and walked out the door. After Harry pulled out of the driveway Ste and Kat sat there and looked at each other.
"So what ya wanna do?" Ste asked.
"I donno, wanna see if Mrs. Potter need's any help with anything?"
"I guess so."
Ste got up out of his chair and helped Kat up, and they walked into the kitchen to see if Hermione needed any help.
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Harry was driving down town towards the fire station, He had his fire pager on and listing to the information it was giving out, "Structure fire on little street possible occupants inside building."
Harry picked up the pace a bit, "Damn, I'll never make it to the station on time."
"What are you gonna do then?" Chris asked.
"Well were just gonna have to drive, I have my gear in the trunk."
"Cool."
Harry drove straight to the fire, it was a large Pressure washing company down from where Harry worked. When Harry finally got there the smoke was thick and the heat from the fire was unbearable. Harry parked away from the company; he went in the back and took his gear out of the trunk, he put it all on and went to where the trucks were starting to put the water on the fire. Harry walked over to his station and found the Fire chief, Paul Ford.
"Paul!" Harry yelled over to him, "Paul!"
Paul turned around and saw Harry, "Potter! Get over here!" He yelled
Harry walked over to Paul while tying to put all of his gear on, "What's the problem here?" Harry asked.
"There was a leek in the pressure washer…soap and chemicals spread all over the floor in the basement. There's three men still inside, we don't know how to get in there and get them out." Paul explained.
Harry looked at the Building; there really was no way to get in the building, unless. Harry squinted his eyes and tried to see threw the smoke. Slowly he walked towards the fire, Paul was talking to another fire fighter Jamie Sanko. He saw Harry walking towards the fire and yelled, "Potter! Potter! What the bloody hell do you think your doing?" He yelled.
Harry didn't answer he just kept walking; as he walked he could feel the heat start to bear down on his body. Getting just a degree hotter with each step he took quickly walked back to the truck and grabbed an air pack. Chris was sitting in the car watching the whole thing; the only thought that came to his mind was 'What the hell is he doing?' Chris got out of the car and ran over to the truck that Harry was just at.
"What's he doing?!" Chris yelled to Paul over the trucks and people talking
"I don't know Chris, but it looks like we're going to find out." Paul said
"Sir should we send some men to help Potter… Just in case?" Jamie asked
"No Sanko, we'll see what Potter is going to do and then we'll react on his actions."
Harry kept walking; he had one simple thing on his mind… Get those people out. By now the sweat had totally drenched his clothing underneath his gear and sweat running down his face and dripping off his nose and edges of his face. Finally reaching his destination, there was a small window that leads to the basement. Harry wanted to get close enough to see if he could fit, and he could. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and turned it on, "Chief." He waited a few seconds
"Potter… What in gods name do you think your doing get the hell out of there. NOW!" Paul answered back.
"Paul listen to me… get your hoses and bout three strong men and have them come to me… were gonna get these men out of here." Harry said.
"Potter GET back here…" He was cut off.
"Do u want these people to die or do you want to do your job and save their lives?" Harry was stern and yet calm.
Paul was so mad he wanted to smash the walkie-talkie. He took a few deep breaths and talked back into the talkie, "Pott- Harry, get out of there, those fumes are toxic they can kill you if you get to many of them in your system…" He trailed of for a moment then he hard Harry talk again.
"Paul, if you don't want to listen then I'll get those men out my self. I have an air pack I can handle this" Harry had made up his mind.
"Damn that man!" Paul said not talking into the walkie-talkie.
"What? What's the matter?" Chris asked getting a little freaked.
"Harry can never take the orders I give to him… always has to do things his own way." Paul said, "Sanko, go get Edmunds and Kearney… then I need you three to go the spot that Potter is at…I think it's over at that corner… By those doors." Paul said, "Keep your walkie-talkies on and listen for him, he'll guide you to where he is." Jamie did as he was told and ran to find the men that Paul asked for.
Harry kneeled down by the window and tried to see inside. As far as he knew this lead to the basement, he was still waiting for the three men that Paul ordered to come, but that was ten minuets ago. He made his decision; he was going to go in. he took one last look around the area to see if any one else was comeing, when he saw no one he broke the glass with his elbow and tried to slip threw, unfortunately he gear was getting snagged on the edged glass and refused him passage. Siding the fact that he didn't have any equipment to get him out of this predicament he had a choice, call for help that he was still waiting on or break the glass w/ his bear hands. He was struggling with the glass and it cut him under his gloves, the heat was wearing him down he was struggling.
"Potter where's your location?" A voice said. Harry looked around and again the voice said, "Potter where are you located?"
Harry then knew who it was; it was his walkie-talkie. He reached for it and talked, "Paul where the hell are your men?" Harry said still struggling to get free; he could feel the fire starting to surround him.
"Dad, Paul said he was gonna come in for you. Stay where you are so he can see your location. The smoke is getting thick so he needs to be able to see you." Chris said, "He said something about explosions somewhere in the north part of the building." Just then an explosion erupted from above Harry's location.
'Damn it!' Harry said to himself. He looked around in the hole to see if he could grab something to pull him threw the window. He saw nothing and he only had one other option in his mind. He shut off his walkie-talkie and said a silent prayer to himself… he slid threw his coat and into the basement leaving his breathing equipment and left a flash light on where his coat was and proceeded on. He kept his head down and put his arm over his forehead so if anything fell it wouldn't hit his face. He walked slowly and tried to look threw the small rise of smoke, apparently the fire hadn't spread threw this part yet.
He walked back to his jacket and ripped it threw the window and threw it back on putting all his breathing gear back on. He reached to the floor and grabbed his helmet (Which fell when he went threw the window) and put it back on. He turned on the other flashlight that was clipped to his jacket and looked around in the smoke. For a brief moment he thought about grabbing his wand and putting a breathing charm on himself so he wouldn't choke from the smoke in his lungs that the air bag wasn't getting, He reached for his wand and cursed himself. It was still in the car, he was so busy trying to get there as fast as he could and he never thought to take it.
He walked into the basement deeper and deeper searching for some one. As he walked he could smell the chemicals absorbing into his lungs. How could he be so stupid as too go into a burning building with his wand! He was about to turn around when he heard a voice, "Help!" Coughing, "Someone help us!" It was a man.
Harry walked towards the voice; he turned on his walkie-talkie on and tried to contact Paul, "Paul?" He said.
"HARRY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" He yelled threw the walkie-talkie.
"I'm in the building…" He trailed off, "I need back up…I think I found the three workers." He said.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THE BUILDING WITHOUT THE PRORPER EQUPTMENT?" Paul yelled.
"I donno stupid move…yea I kno…but hurry get some people over to where I was."
"That's the problem...WE DON"T KNOW WHERE YOUR LOCATION IS!"
'Shit!' Harry said to himself, "My flash light is on out there they should see where I was."
"Hurry up Potter!" Just then another explosion went off some where from above him.
Harry walked over to the window and put his flashlight out a little farther just to help them. He walked back over to the spot where he heard the voices.
Now it was twice as bad since he didn't have a flashlight and breathing equipment and more smoke was starting to come into the small room.
"Can you hear me?" He yelled hoping he could get and answer.
"Help!" A voice coughed out, "Please Help!"
"Where are you?" He walked a little bit farther.
"By the pressure washer" Harry ran over instantly.
When he got there he saw the man, he wasn't by the pressure washer he was under it! Harry walked over trying not to hit or bump anything to fall or cause something to fall. He got over to the man and knelt down next to him.
"How did this happen?" Harry asked.
"It's crushing my body!" He cried.
"Ok im hear to help but you have to tell me how this happened!" Harry started to try and lift the huge piece of machinery.
"It's my first day… I was working… and… there was a loud explosion a floor up and I… I… I don't know how it happened… but please get me…ou…out… of here!"
"Ok, Ok, hold on more help is comeing" Harry knew he couldn't just leave this man here; he had to do something, "what's your name?"
"Mark" He said dryly.
Harry nodded, "Ok Mark, I'm gonna need our help to get you out of this thing." Mark nodded, "Ok now I'm going to lift this, or at least try to and I need you to help me ok?" Mark nodded again.
Harry then lifted the machine a bit and Mark slid his figures under it and tried to lift the machine. It was heavy but they got it to where Mark's Arms were almost straight. Harry then instructed him to try and slide out from under the machine. Mark did as he was told and tried to move but as he started to slide he let out and agonizing pain and stopped.
"What! What is it?" Harry asked still holding up the very large machine.
"It's my leg, I think there's something in it."
Harry looked at his leg and sure enough there was a piece of metal in his leg, "Yes, there is something in there and it looks like it's in there good." Harry confirmed to Mark.
Just then an explosion came from the door next to them and a surge of heat and flames came rushing in the basement. Smoke and ash soon filled both there lungs. Harry began to cough furiously and choke on the smoke that was engulfing his lungs. He dropped the machine on top of Mark; part of it landed on some wood and it propelled just enough for mark to sneak out. Harry grabbed marks shoulders and started to pull hard trying to get him out before the fire spread to them. Mark was yelling at the top of his lungs and Harry had to let him go.
"Mark we have to go NOW! If we stay and those flames get to us were gone this place I going to blow up!" Harry said.
"I know… I just can't take it."
It was as if some one answered Harry's prayers he hear voices, "Harry! Where are you?" A voice said. Harry knew whom it was that was calling him; it was Jamie.
"Jamie I'm over here, quick get over *cough* here. I have a guy *cough* *cough*" Harry said.
"Another one!" Jamie said Harry nodded, "Shit! Ok we got guys out there waiting for us; we'll get him out ok. Stupid move potter, comeing in here with out back up." Jamie told him while he walked back to the window "Ok, where is he?"
Harry motioned to his left and Jamie saw the man under the washer, he walked over to it and was about to pull the man out but Harry stopped him and told him that the man's leg was stuck under the machine and that there was metal or something shoved in his leg. Jamie thought quickly and looked at the situation, "Ok well I don't really know anything except he would have to endure the pain and we pull his leg out."
Harry looked at Mark and thought it over for a second then he realized that the fire was getting closer very fast, "we don't have a choice." Harry said. Harry bent down and Jamie grabbed the machine and lifted the other end; just enough for Harry to get to Marks leg and pull it free. Mark yelled loudly but understood that it was either scream or die. After about to minuets Mark was free from under the machine and Jamie had picked Mark up and started to carry him to the window.
Harry got up and started to run and get out of the building before it blew up with him in it. He was running when apiece of wood came down and hit him in the back. Jamie turned around and saw him on the ground.
"Harry!" He yelled, he started to come back to help Harry but he stopped him.
"Jamie just get him out of here, I'll be fine I'll get out." Harry yelled
"Harry, No! This place is gonna blow up!"
"Just go!" Harry demanded.
James wanted to tell him no and that he wasn't leaving but he didn't have time Harry was now yelling at him to get out and Jamie had no choice but to get out. Jamie ran Mark to the window and hoisted Mark threw.
On the outside Chris and the rest of the people out there were waiting for Harry and Jamie to come out. They waited and finally someone came out, a round of claps and screams came from the crowed then Jamie came out and everyone started to run away.
Harry sat there struggling to get out from under the wood but it was no use, he could see the flames getting closer to the pressure washer and he knew that he wasn't going to get out in time. He knew what his fait had become and he regretted it.
As the fire fighters got closer Chris's smile faded as he saw that the person that came out with Jamie wasn't his father. Panic washed over him and he looked at the build in time for it to…
"Oh god What have I done?" Harry said just as…
"NOOOOOOO!" Chris cried just as
"I love you all…"
BOOOOOOM! Everyone shielded their eyes from the huge explosion; this one was twice and big then the other ones. Chris looked at the burning building… In just a few seconds, the one who killed Voldmorte and lived to tell the tale, the one who taught him everything, his father, was dead.
A/n: OMG Please I'm just as shocked about it as you are, I'm crying, .::.Tear.::. Wait for chapter 3 it gets better, I hope R/r Tell me what you think. And if you want too read my other stories 'what will come will come' and I have another pen name Agent4259 check out those stories too.