Hello people; this story is just a little fluffy ending for Harry and the Next step and the final Step. Hopefully you'll enjoy it. I know that maybe you were expecting another adventure type story, but this is what I came up with. I would also note that the chapters are considerably shorter and probably won't be updated as often as the last stories were.

These characters are all from the creative genius of J K Rowling, and I will not make any profits from this! Just a little fun!

Chapter one - An Ordinary Life

Harry had been accepted straight into the Auror's service after school, they figured that he wouldn't need any extra training, since he had defeated Voldemort when he was only seventeen. The trouble with being a hero young though, was that people tended to expect you to solve any problem that came your way.

One of the unexplainable parts of his final confrontation with Voldemort was that he no longer needed to wear glasses, which he missed sometimes – they had acted like a shield for so long. He hadn't married Ginny, much to Mrs Weasley's disappointment. They had dated for a while, but both agreed that there was no 'spark' between them. Now Ginny was engaged to Neville Longbottom. A tall, sophisticated Auror, after being accepted into the training course on a special recommendation from the Minister of Magic, Albus Dumbledore.

Hogwarts was gone and in its place stood a beautiful castle called, Thistledown School of Magic. The headmistress was Minerva McGonagall, Order of Merlin First Class. Harry spent his weekends off with his friend Moony – who worked at Thistledown.

Once poorly dressed and wane looking, Moony was now a respected Defence teacher and also the Chief Howler of the Werewolves Association. Set up to help werewolves find jobs and deal with their lycanthropy.

Ron was still fighting with his long time partner Hermione- a healer at St Mungo's. He travelled around Britain, as a professional quidditch player. Life was good, peaceful for the most part and for Harry, defiantly boring. Although his job lent him a little action, the post war years were depressingly peaceful.

The trials of more than a hundred death eaters had taken the best part of three years and the changes implemented by the new minister meant that the relations between the newly freed Elves and Goblins were stable.

In short, it was how he had always imagined the magical world should have been. Only now he was bored and lonely. Sitting at a desk in the Ministry of Magic, Harry read over a file he had received this morning. One of the escaped prisoners from the old Azkaban prison had been spotted in Devon, South England. The man had successfully avoided recapture for the last seven years, one of the few still at large.

Harry was still reading the profile when a voice interrupted him.

"Hey Stud, what's up?"

Harry ground his teeth at the sight of his pink-haired partner, coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. She had taken to calling him that, five years ago when he had drunkenly confessed that he was still a virgin. Tonks had delightedly plied him with another bottle of fire whiskey, and then helped to rectify the situation.

"Hey scarlet woman, we've had a sighting of Greenstone, prisoner fourteen, in Devon," Harry replied.

"Call me pinky; my hair's pink, not scarlet."

"Well don't call me stud then," Harry said.

"Why, still having a little trouble with the mechanics? Over heating that engine?"

Harry's face burned red as he said, "So help me, if you mention that one more time, I'll obliviate you!"

"Oh come on, just because you were a little quick on the draw, what's that between friends?" Tonks smirked.

"Nymphadora – last warning," Harry muttered darkly.

They agreed to let it go, if he wouldn't call her Nymphet, then she wouldn't call him stud.

"Just to clear a point," Harry felt compelled to add, "I am no longer a naive 20 year old thank you very much."

"I know," Tonks grinned, "I read about it in the Prophet this morning."

"What!"

She handed him the rag and his face turned brick red.

"MY NIGHT OF PASSION WITH THE MAN-WHO-LIVED!" Exclusive interview with Angelina Prattle, on her steamy night with Harry Potter.

"That's it, I'm becoming a monk," Harry flung the paper in the dust bin and stormed out of the office.

Tonks had to run to keep up, "So, did you really let her cover you in chocolate and lick it off?" she called after him.

"Shut it, Tonks," He snapped, not slowing his pace.

They apparated to a quiet coastal village and transfigured their robes to look like muggle clothing. Checking on his map, Harry found the street name where Greenstone was reportedly staying in a bed and breakfast place. Harry took the front door and Tonks took the back. Greenstone was registered under the name Smith; the pretty desk clerk recognized his picture. But as Harry knocked on the room door, Greenstone jumped out of the back window, landing on Tonks.

He was caught in Harry's temporary anti-apparation ward and Harry used a stunner to bring him down. Helping Tonks to her feet, Harry set the ropes to bind his prisoner and they all went back inside. The desk clerk was watching in horror, her eyes wide. Taking out his wand, Harry wiped her memory of the incident, paid 'Mr Smith's' bill and they all disapparated back to St Mungo's.

Greenstone had broken his leg and Tonks' hand, as he landed on her. Procedure demanded he was treated by a qualified healer, although Harry could have mended the breaks himself. The medi-witch called to treat the prisoner was Hermione Granger and after she had completed her work she grabbed Harry for a quick hug.

"Where have you been hiding?" She asked. "Ron gets back tonight, why don't we all meet for dinner at the leaky cauldron?"

"Sure, I finish at seven," Harry smiled, "See you there."

It was seven-thirty when Harry finally made his way to the leaky cauldron, he had suffered through a full day's work, with his colleagues teasing him over the outrageous story that his 'date' had printed.

"Harry, over here mate," Ron unfolded his 6ft3 frame from the table and waved.

"Hey," Harry smiled as he took his place opposite the couple, "How have you guys been?"

"Ron's been picked for the national team this year," Hermione boasted.

"Yeh, we have a good chance too, our first match is against Scotland, and you know how useless their keeper is!" Ron said.

"Congratulations mate," Harry patted his shoulder, "A long way from Weasley is our king, now," he joked.

"Well," Ron laughed at the memory, "I couldn't stay that useless for ever you know."

"So how are things with you?" Hermione asked, probably hoping to avoid an evening's conversation about quidditch.

"Oh, you know, same old same old," Harry replied.

"Do you often spend the night covered in ice cream with a beautiful woman?" Ron asked.

"It was chocolate," Harry replied, then realising how that sounded added, "Nothing happened, we went out for a drink last week and I took her home, and left her there alone!"

"What you mean you didn't even get down and dirty with her?" Ron looked disappointed.

"Ron," Hermione chastised, "Don't be vulgar. She made the story up for press attention then?"

"Yep," Harry took a deep drink of his butterbeer, "another one. You'd think I'd learn wouldn't you, all the woman I've dated have sold their stories eventually."

"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione replied, "You shouldn't let it put you off though; you will meet someone nice eventually."

"I don't know, that Angelina looked pretty good to me," Ron added. Hermione rolled her eyes, at her boyfriend's insensitivity, and Ron added, "What? She was hot!"

"Leave it," Harry muttered, "I can do without the press attention."

The waitress arrived to take their order and she seemed to want to take her time, pressing against Harry's shoulder as she jotted down notes on her pad. "Anything else?" She asked brightly, "We have a wonderful chocolate cake for dessert."

"No thank you," Harry snapped and the girl left to sort out their food. "Honestly, I'm so fed up with this."

"Well, you are a hero after all," Hermione pointed out. "You shouldn't let them get to you."

"Yeh, enjoy the attention, all those beautiful woman throwing themselves at you," Ron grinned.

"Ron, if you make one more sleezy comment, I swear I'll…" Hermione said.

"I'm only joking sweetie," Ron replied, brushing a kiss across her lips, "you know that I would never look at another woman."

Pacified, Hermione 'huffed' loudly and then smiled as she changed the subject. "So, Ginny and Neville's wedding next weekend?"

Harry smiled, "yes, I'm best man."

"My baby sister, getting married," Ron nodded, "Mum's absolutely beside herself making arrangements."

Their food arrived and they had a nice dinner, chatting about their various jobs and of course England's chances in the European quidditch cup. Several butterbeers later, Harry said goodbye to his friends and disapparated to his flat in London.