Life After Death And Betrayal

CHAPTER 1

Settling down

Harry Potter drove down Forks Avenue, the music thumping away, and he had the roof down on his silver convertible Ferrari. Although one look at the clouds made him wonder if he would need to put it up. He couldn't help but smile; it was almost like being back home. The weather in the United Kingdom was never really good, apart from a month or two in the summer. He was twenty-two years old, and he had not been in the Wizarding world for five years now. He was looking for a vacant shop to turn into a bakery. He had been to university and trained; he wasn't about to let it go to waste now. Plus, he liked baking, and he'd even started his own recipes. One he hoped would be rather popular and attract people to his new shop. He was beginning to lose hope for anything, and then he saw it, two doors down from a coffee shop. The shop he wanted, and the beauty it looked as though the top was for safe too. Which meant he could live above the shop. Harry had never cared to show how much money he had. Well, he amended thoughtfully except for his cars. He had two, a Ferrari and a Peugeot. He had the Peugeot to use when his godson was with him. He got Teddy on the weekends, giving Andromeda a much-needed break. Plus, he truly hadn't wanted to be a stranger to Teddy. Having his own godfather appear in his life had instilled that in him. His godfather hadn't been guardian material, and he was making sure he was a suitable guardian for Teddy. He let him have fun, but put rules down, and Teddy followed them. He had to have some sense of structure for the child's sake.

As it was, he had a week to find and get a property in order. He swiftly and efficiently parked the car outside the property. He observed the number before pulling out his BlackBerry. Since he'd come to the Muggle world, he knew how to work their stuff. He loved being able to buy lots of stuff that the Dursleys would be spluttering in anger and jealousy that he could afford.

"Hello, Forks Realtor Ashley speakin,g how may I help you?" asked the voice.

"Hello, I'm interested in a property you have up for sale," Harry replied, already imagining his little bakery.

"Which property?" asked Ashley, sounding excited.

"Forks Avenue, two shops from Forks coffee shop," said Harry simply. Tapping his thumb impatiently on his steering wheel. Yet his mind drifted to the old-fashioned building, and images of what it could look like consumed him. He couldn't wait to get started; unfortunately, it would need to be done the Muggle way. Magic could have the entire thing done in less than two days. Muggle ways, unfortunately would take up to two weeks or a month, maybe.

"Ah yes, the old Chinese restaurant," said Ashley, understanding which properly he was speaking about as she clicked away on her computer. Harry had noticed Forks had plenty of food places, motels, but hardly anything else. No huge shopping complex or anything like that to attract tourists. It was a shame the town could be so much more than it was, but maybe, just maybe, that's how the town liked it.

"How much?" asked Harry impatiently, glancing at his watch. Hopefully he'd have the keys to the place tonight. Otherwise he'd have to book into a motel, something he hated doing. These small towns weren't known for its tourists after all; no doubt the places weren't up to much. Just a bed old TV to use and a lockable door no doubt.

She told him the price $531, 621.94 is what the building was being sold for.

Harry stared at it thoughtfully, weighing its pro's and Cons to buying it. If the bakery didn't succeed at least he had somewhere to stay, there was no point in keeping a shop going if he was loosing money. Not that he needed it; it was just the principle of things. Harry wasn't one for wasting money, having never had any of it until he was seventeen had seen to that. As soon as he'd come of age the money his parents had left him, all of it had become available. His inheritance as it was, he'd until that point only seen his trust vault to see him through Hogwarts. To pay for his books, uniform, sweets and such. He hadn't touched more of it than he had to under the impression it was all he had. Such a naive little fool he had been, but that part of his life was over.