A very tired Auror shuffled his way across the kitchen as he made a bee-line for the muggle coffee pot; a gifthe had received from his father-in-law last Christmas. Good thing too as he seemed to make proper use of it with his late night work shifts and early morning risings that his job at the Ministry demanded of him. Well payed, but terribly overworked, Harry was just grateful to finally have a day off.
He yawned, grabbed a mug from the cabinet, poured some coffee, added some sugar, and straightened out the glasses on his face. Harry shuffled over to the table and plopped down to sit, or slouch, in one of the chairs. Idly he sipped at his coffee, both hands wrapped around his mug, as he stared sleepily at the stack of mail and morning newspapers that had already been delivered. One by one he sorted through the pile finding it composed of mostly of bills, advertising, a couple of fan letters, a copy of The Daily Prophet, and a copy of...the Niffler? Wasn't this a student newspaper? Oh, right...children...he had them...he had three.
There. It was right there on the front page of the Niffler, and it made him spew his coffee EVERYWHERE. Harry sat up straight and pushed his mug to the side as he stared at the headline,' The Chamber of Secrets Reopened!' He seized the newspaper, his eyes quickly scanning over the article. Harry had to read it three times before he could believe what he had read.
"But worry not, it is at the behest of the Ministry of Magic in cooperation with Hogwarts staff, in an effort to bring the past more alive at the school. "
Subconsciously Harry leaned on his elbow and rubbed at his forehead; his fingertips pressed to his scar. Why didn't anyone tell him about this? Why didn't anyone tell him about anything....ever? A cooperative event between the Ministry of Magic and the staff of Hogwarts, reopening the Chamber of Secrets?! He worked for the Ministry of Magic for Merlin Sake! He was Head Auror in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He was the one who closed the chamber when it reopened back in his second year at Hogwarts. He was there! Reliving the past, indeed! Was this a joke?
He couldn't imagine Moaning Myrtle was too happy about this bit of news either, with her favorite toilet being relocated and all.
And of course there was Ginny. Harry wondered if she knew-how she felt about this. Maybe it was about time he did something about reigniting that "spark" his wife was always going on about nowadays. "Hey, Gin?" He called out as he grabbed the newspaper and rose from his seat,"Remember that date I promised you?"
Perhaps this could work in his favor after all...