Whatever idiot said that God could save us all lied. Seriously. There is no Heavenly Father up in the sky. No great, ominous being that rests up in space, high above, and looks down on us in love and compassion or pity. That’s all bullocks. There is only ourselves and each other. It’s up to us to save ourselves and sometimes, when you least expect it, it’s up to us to save each other. And this is my story of how I saved the Harry Potter. Yes, me, a little nobody paper-pusher of the Order. Who would have thought that I would turn out to be the heroin of the Hero?