[ EU ] Harry Potter is sitting at home sixty years after the battle of Hogwarts , an old man now , when suddenly his scar hurts .

Harry sat quietly by the fire, enjoying a cup of tea as he read the Daily Prophet. Days went by slowly now that he was retired; too slowly for his preference. He often found himself rereading entire passages from the paper to keep his mind busy. Still, Harry could n't have been happier. 
 
 As the sun began to set into the horizon, Harry settled in for his evening nap. It was getting cold as the days grew ever closer to winter. Harry struggled to remember the words to set the logs before him alight, but try as he might they would not come to him. He would have to wait for Ginny's return so she could make him a fire. 
 
 Harry's head drooped lower and lower as he began to fall into a deep sleep. His dreams were calm and familiar, giving him the comfort and love he had sought since his childhood. Suddenly, a jolt of electrifying pain shot across his head. The unexpected pulsing of his scar threw him from his dreams and back to reality. 
 
 Harry reached up and held his hand to his scar. The pain was overwelming, pulling him ever deeper into a void of dispair. He has n't felt this feeling in a long time. A feeling of dread settled in his gut. 
 
 `` Fuck this shit,'' said Harry angrily. He dug around into a bag by his side until he found his pipe. He flipped open an ivory box at the table beside him and started packing the fresh batch of opium into the bowl. 
 
 `` God damn Voldemort,'' cursed Harry. `` Why wo n't that old twit just stay dead!'' 
 
 Harry put the pipe in his mouth and lit the bowl with his wand, pulling the smoke deeply into his lungs. Seems he has n't forgotten the spell for fire after all. The stinging pain of his scar began to fade rapidly. Harry sat still for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of his high. When he was ready he got up slowly and hobbled to the stairway. 
 
 `` Albus!'' called Harry. `` Albus Severus, get your shit together. I've got an errand I need you to take care of.'' 
 
 Harry turned back around, stumbling some as the opium kicked into overdrive. 
 
 `` I'm getting too old for this shit,'' mumbled Harry as he went to call up Ron on the telephone.
