"Uuuugh, you're making this sound like some sort of awful romance novel! I refuse to believe that Harry Potter knows how to be happy. Absolutely refuse."
Of bloody course the Scarlet Bitch was still around. She's the one who kept writing about how he was a secret Dark Wizard, working with Scorpius to undermine the Potter family from within.
"How come the world ends but people like her keep writing the same damn things." He sighed and closed his eyes. "What are we supposed to do now, do you reckon? Probably no real need for experimental charms at the end of the world." And that was something that Al wasn't thinking about yet. All that work, all the progress, everything he'd built for himself was gone. A job, in the grand scheme of things, was nothing, but that didn't make it any easier to come to terms with.