<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/HarryCS.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Somewhere between bisexual, gay and clueless.<br/><br/><strong>Blood status:</strong>Half-Blood.<br/><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Junior Auror<br/><br/><strong>Marital Status:</strong>Divorced (Ginny)<br/><br/><strong>Children:</strong>James Sirius (5), Albus Severus (3)<br/><strong>Hobbies:</strong>Conspiracy charts, AKA the only ‘décor’ 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.<br/>Dogs, more importantly- rescue dogs. Harry volunteers in a dog rescuing shelter, where they rescue dogs from the streets, abusive homes and just plain difficult situations, and bring them in, provide veterinarian care, food, grooming and sometimes even training, in hopes of finding loving homes for them. There's something about the look of a suffering dog that Harry just can't bear- residue from his brief relationship with his late godfather, perhaps? Sometimes he takes them home over the weekends, especially the ones that can't stay in the shelter alone.<br/><br/><strong>Post War Bio:</strong>Everything started out so nicely, smoothly, even. Every last door was open for Potter, from the mail room to the minister’s office, favours were offered, interviews mentioned, positions secured, especially during the trials of the death eaters, everybody wanted to be the Chosen One’s friend. Harry probably married too early, but he couldn't really keep his best friend’s 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.<br/><br/>She deserved so much better than him.<br/><br/>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- “What, is that it?” 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.<br/><br/>It didn’t 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.<br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>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 it’s easy, seeing a failure coming your way? Harry didn’t see it, and that- according to his ex-wife- was a fundamental part of the problem.<br/><br/>He lost her, he lost his kids and his best friend stopped taking his hesitant calls.<br/><br/>All of that really was a slap in the face for Harry, it was a beyond a wake-up-call, it was practically a scream. Realizing he simply couldn't keep going as he did and that he needed help, he decided to get it and seek counsel in the form of a psychologist. He is now a beaten man seeking redemption- how's that for a pick up line? Any takers?<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>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, it’s not rare to see him lost in thought, or witness him change moods suddenly and with no apparent reason. He’s still kind, caring, generous and noble of heart, but in the real world- there’s not much chance for those traits to shine on their own.<br/><br/><strong>Goals:</strong>Quite frankly, Harry just wants to reach a point where he can look in the mirror and not feel like a complete letdown. He misses his sons fiercely, but he knows that he is in no shape to be a positive influence on their lives. Just recently having started psychological therapy, Harry had decided he's going to actively try and improve himself- at work and in his personal life. What is he doing to change his situation? Well, for start, he is taking the more far-fetched conspiracy tables down, anything that seems like something a crazy person would conclude gets binned. That was greatly due to an eye-opening conversation he had with Hermione, where she notified him of how unmerited and illogical his thought process had been on some of them.<br/><br/>By Dumbledore's hat, he might just have to go wallpaper shopping! *shudders*