The morning of the 25th April 2015 was a cold one when Harry Potter had turned over in his bed, he felt a chill as he opened his eyes lazily and saw a blurred pair of grey eyes looking annoyed at him. It startled him awake, he sat up and saw the eyes had their arms folded tightly with a piece of parchment gripped in their hand.
"What's wrong with you?'" Harry asked yawning.
"What's wrong with me? I don't know, maybe it has something to do with you getting an owl to go out on a job on our 15th Anniversary." The voice belonging to Harry's husband Draco Malfoy was just as angry.
Harry sighed. "Are you being serious? Shouldn't I being head Auror have a decision in going out on the field?"
"Well it came from the Minister, Kingsley himself, says its urgent." Draco handed Harry the note and sat carefully on the edge of the bed.
"Can't I just say no?" Harry groaned after reading the note and lying back down in a teenage sulk.
"Unfortunately not, the owl waited for a reply, I tried to ignore him, but he started pecking at my hand." Draco held up his hand showing little red beak marks. "Just go, and make sure you are at the restaurant by 7, I will be mad if you show up late and not dressed in the outfit that I have picked out for you."
Harry looked at the Draco approved outfit that was hanging on the door to the bathroom, It was black tailored trousers with a dark emerald green shirt with a matching tie and black suit jacket. Harry couldn't leave the house without Draco approving his outfits first. He always says 'You are not leaving our house with my wedding ring on, dressed like a squib.' Harry had given up arguing with him about it long ago.
"I would like an answer, Harry, so I don't get even more anxiety," Draco said interrupting his thoughts.
"Sorry, yes I will be there on time at 7," Harry promised.
"And in the outfit...?"
"Yes, Draco in the outfit you have carefully selected." Harry couldn't help but grin, he was so used to Draco's quirks it made him love him more.
"Good, I'm sorry," He began. "It's just 15 years is a long time to be celebrating; I just want it to be perfect." Draco held onto Harry's hand and squeezed it tightly. "When did we get so old?"
"Speak for yourself," Harry replied trying to manoeuvre quickly off the bed, but he pulled a muscle in his leg letting out a loud groan.
"You were saying?" Draco smirked pulling him into a kiss. "Now go get dressed and don't be late."
Harry got into the warm shower and washed with the shower gel Draco had left on the side with a note that said, "This one, Potter." Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. He liked to sing in the shower, he didn't really have a specific song he just made something up and tried to make it rhyme, it annoyed the hell out of Draco.
After Harry got dressed into his Auror robes, he went downstairs in 12 Grimmauld place and made his way into the kitchen where Draco was now sat with his reading glasses and quill, reading and dissecting the daily prophet.
For some reason, Draco found it "therapeutic" to take his frustrations out on the newspaper instead of anyone else. He hadn't had work for a while now, and it was just making his frustration worse. He used to love his job at first, but Harry could tell it wasn't his passion anymore and that's why he was so excited to give him his anniversary present.
"Lies, lies and more lies" Draco muttered to himself taking the black quill to the paper and circling it repeatedly.
"Are they writing about you again?" Harry asked leaning his back against the kitchen surface holding a freshly made cup of coffee.
Grey eyes lifted above the newspaper to look at him disapprovingly. "No, well yes, about us."
He got Harry's attention. "What have they got to say this time?"
Draco cleared his throat. "Special announcement today as Harry Potter, 34 and Ex death eater Draco Malfoy, 37 are celebrating their 15 year anniversary, on behalf of the daily prophet we wish them both well and congratulations." He slammed the paper down and glared at Harry he looked clueless as usual.
"Well you were a death eater, they always refer to you this way whats different about today?" Harry asked cautiously but looked frightened when Draco's eyes darkened.
"37, Harry, I am 34 not bloody 37." Draco flung the paper at the now laughing Harry. "We were in the same year at school, and I am one month older than you."
"What you going to do, write them a letter?" Harry said between laughs.
"As a matter of fact, I will." Draco grabbed a piece of parchment from his briefcase next to him, and his quill moved aggressively across the paper. "To whom it may concern, I would like to thank you for the good wishes for our anniversary; however my husband Draco Malfoy is 34, same age as me, please check facts in the future. Harry Potter, Head Auror."
"Are you serious?" Harry frowned.
"It would be a bit sad me writing it about myself don't you think?" Draco grinned folding up the letter and taking their owl out of the cage and sending him out the window with the letter. "You need to go to work if you are going to get back in time."
Harry groaned putting his mug in the sink. He placed a soft kiss on Draco's lips and got into the fireplace to floo himself to the ministry.
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"Come on Harry, he is getting away," Ron shouted as they ran through the woods chasing after Theodore Nott.
Theodore had been on their radar for a while now he was apparently trying to build up an underground following to continue what Voldemort had set out to do, but they didn't have any proof, so they had been watching him for a year to see where he went and who he met.
When Harry had arrived at the ministry in the morning, he had almost missed Ron leaving to find him. Apparently, he had gotten hold of a powerful wand albeit not the elder wand as that was destroyed but one that is close to its power that even Voldemort couldn't find.
"I can see him," Harry shouted. "Expelliarmus" he missed.
"Stupefy" Ron screamed, and the spell got him. They walked up to him carefully.
"Obliviate." Harry turned around just as a green light flew his way knocking Harry down.
"Harry," Ron screamed, and everything went black.