Harry, Ron and Hermione were stood in King's Cross Station. The Muggles were bustling around, going on with their lives as if nothing was different. As if the Dark Lord wasn't gone.
The Trio stood in the centre of a large crowd, moving too fast around them, running for trains ignoring the oddly dressed teenagers in too small clothes.
Suddenly Hermione spoke.
"Harry, I've been thinking and... We should make your story public!"
Harry stared at her like she was crazy. "Hermione everyone knows my story already... What are you talking about?"
"Not the Muggles." Hermione said pointedly.
There was a short pause as Harry and Ron exchanged glances
"Hermione if you're not going to tell us what you're on about then forget it! Mum's waiting for us-" Ron burst in
"No, you see something makes me think we should tell them about everything"
"Tell them that magic exists?" Harry asked quizzically, raising an eyebrow
"Nothing quite that drastic. But- hmm" Hermione said thoughtfully
Ron humphed and flopped himself on a nearby bench, and was soon joined by Harry and Hermione, still deep in thought.
"I've got it!" Hermione shrieked excitedly, getting some odd looks from passers-by
"Got what, Hermione?" Harry asked
"We tell the Muggles about The Wizarding World, in a form such as that they will not be able to tell that it's real!" Hermione said her eyes brimming with excitement
"Uh-Hermione that's great. One question though. How?" Ron asked, sniggering
Hermione glanced at him sharply and Ron was instantly silent
"We get our memories from over the years. Harry- these will have to be yours as neither mine or Ron's are full enough and we place them in a Muggles head-"
"-Yeah Hermione but that's just one Muggle" Harry interrupted, confused
"Harry let me finish! Then we influence her to write a book about it!" Hermione clapped
"Then It will get published... And everyone will know" Harry said slowly
"Yes! And-" She glanced between them "It's perfect"
"Hermione... I don't know what to say" Harry said
"Just say you'll do it" Hermione pleaded
Harry smiled at her "Of course I will"
"Hermione, I don't say this enough- You're amazing!" Ron said awestruck
Later that same day, Hermione was waiting by Platform Nine; she was waiting for a particular type of person to walk by, a writer. Her keen eye soon saw one- a woman, with an open notebook with many pages torn out and a much used biro. She nodded at Harry.
Harry moved over. He shot a smooth stunner at her, and then caught her as she fell. He went to work, placing the memories.
The woman woke up. The train was moving swiftly through the countryside. She jerked her head up; there was a curious teenage boy with jet black hair sitting opposite her with a very strange expression on his face. She had the strangest feeling that she had met him before.
"I'm sorry, but have we met?" She asked
He held out his hand for her to shake.
"My name's Harry Potter" He smiled at her
"Joanne Rowling" She took his hand.
Suddenly she felt a wave of inspiration, shifting the writer's block she had been suffering from for weeks now. She pulled her hand back and took out her notebook and began to write. She noticed the boy get up and walk down the train.
Thinking back, he never did return to his seat, did he?
AN: R&R?