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I do own Violet Higgins though :D

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Greetings, avid Daily Prophet readers! As a young, eager and newly qualified journalist, it is obviously a great honour to take over the weekly 'Me, Myself and I' column from well known (and recently imprisoned for illegal Animagus activities) reporter, Rita Skeeter.

'Me, Myself and I' however, isn't the most apt name for the new column I'm going to keep, for I feel that the world needs to know more about one of the greatest wizards of all time. I grew up hearing every day the stories of how Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, survived the killing curse from the Dark Lord. He was my hero, the one person I wanted to meet, to see the boy who had performed what no wizard had ever succeeded with, when he was a mere one year old child.

When I was blessed with this column, his name was the first one on my mind, the infamous Harry Potter. And so I am sure that you, readers, are itching to find out how Harry is getting on now, just as I am. And here it is! The column you have all been waiting for! Harry Potter speaks; he answers all those questions we have been dying to know. Here I reveal my meeting with, my hero and yours, Harry Potter.

I walk into The Three Broomsticks, well known and loved pub and guest house, situated in the picturesque, (and one of the last entirely magical villages), Hogsmeade. I sit, nervously anticipating who I am about to meet. Madam Rosmerta, whom I remember from my own time at Hogwarts, smiles at me and waves. She brings over my favourite drink of Butterbeer. As I wait, even the warmth spreading through my body from the butterbeer does not ease my nerves.

It is not yet five minutes before I spot the one person I am anxious to meet. Harry Potter walks slowly past the window of the Three Broomsticks, and I watch with excitement as he enters. He looks around with anticipation and I wave enthusiastically. He spots me, moving to sit ahead of me and taking the drink of Butterbeer which mysteriously appears. He smiles shyly, and I take in his appearance. His hair is still the same as it had always been in the pictures I had seen, sticking up at odd angles and as black as ebony, and his eyes shine a brighter emerald than I think possible. His smile has disappeared now, and I see that he is as nervous as I am.

I reach out my hand and shake his. "I'm Violet Higgins," I tell him, and he nods.

"I was quite nervous actually." He laughs and at this revelation he seems more open to questions, and I begin to ask everything that has been niggling on my mind ever since that day where he changed the wizarding world as we knew it.

"So, how did you do it then? How did you have the mental strength, all those years ago, to finally finish the most feared wizard of all time?" I look at him hopefully. Before my first question he had seemed interested, but now he looks slightly awkward. I hold my breath and wait.

"I did what had to be done. There was no way around it. I experienced something that gave me the information and the drive to do what I needed to do. It had to be then, because I couldn't let it go on, couldn't let anyone die... because of me." He pauses, looking at the table, avoiding my eye. He continues.

"They died to keep me alive and that is something I will have to live with for the rest of my life. Why should they have given up their lives, ripped up their families? All for someone who doesn't have anyone to mourn for him, nobody to miss him when he died." He takes a deep breath. "I came to this interview today to let this be known. I am speaking now, to the families of those who died for me and to overthrow Voldemort. I am eternally grateful. Your loved ones will always be remembered."

As I sit and listen to his answer, I feel sadness I never believed possible. This man, who was only a boy when all these terrible events had happened, sits and tells me all these awful things he feels, that he lives with, and all the excitement about meeting him, all the anticipation, disappears. Oh, I still admire him of course, I still want to know him and find out what makes him such a brilliant wizard, but realising what others there were involved, how many people had sacrificed themselves and helped him along his way, makes me think.

He looks up from the table. His face is blank and emotionless, but he shows a weak smile. He encourages me to continue and I ask him more, desperately trying to move away from the subject that has saddened us both.

"How does life now compare with life twenty years ago? Is it a relief to have a normal life and to provide the childhood you never had for you three lovely children?" He certainly seems relieved to have moved on from what was certainly a difficult subject for him, and answers quickly, somewhat urgently.

"It's such a relief, really, to not have the worry and the question of 'How many people are hurt? How many people are dying?' and not to feel like my life has a time limit and I will run out of time if I make a wrong move. I am very happy with my wife and three children and I just want them to have the childhood I never had. With someone to love them and someone to share their problems with. Just someone to call a family."

He smiles at the thought of his beloved wife and children. I feel much more at ease now; he seems more comfortable and willing to talk. I know just by looking at him that his wife, Ginny Potter nee Weasley is the person for whom he has been looking all his life. From the information I have gathered, Ginny remained a constant in Harry's young life right from his first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, nothing but a friendship was shared up until a year before Voldemort's downfall. Harry, a confused yet selfless teenager, felt that he could not be with her for fear of hurting or losing her. Another family (to-be) that Voldemort kept apart. It was only after the death of Voldemort that Harry and the love of his life could be together.

"I hear that you were a brilliant Quidditch player during your time at Hogwarts, and I believe you played as the Gryffindor House Seeker? Am I right?"

He grins. "Yes, I did play. I wish I could play more now; I am a reserve for the Chudley Cannons, but I can't play permanently and I practice rarely. It's my job as an Auror, it's so unpredictable. And of course, I want to spend time with my family. It makes it impossible for me to play."

"Is your job as an Auror somewhat dissatisfying, knowing that you have overthrown the most powerful dark wizard of this century? Or is it a welcome relief?"

"It is a relief, of course, and I have a lot of people to work with and to help me along the way. With Voldemort, it was me and only me. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger probably have no idea how worried I was, taking them along my increasingly vague journey where I had no real plan. But now I am so grateful that I took them with me. I couldn't have done it without them. But now, as an Auror, I feel as though it isn't on my shoulders if something were to happen to someone else on a job with me. I am so much more experienced and relaxed; work is almost enjoyable!" He laughs and I laugh along with him, happy that we have reached a more comfortable subject. I move on to ask more about his friendship with his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger (Now Mr and Mrs Weasley).

"Ron and Hermione have always been there for me. As my best friends, they never stopped believing in me and never cowered away from anything that required huge bravery. On the rare occasions that we...fell out... I felt empty. It was rare though, and it would have been unnatural if we never fell out, wouldn't it?" He laughs again, and I feel privileged that Harry is revealing all this to me.

"Did you ever feel, left out? The love between Mr and Mrs Weasley was clearly a kind of teenage romance, wouldn't you agree? Did they love you as much as they loved each other?"

Harry looks at me and he doesn't seem too bothered by my rash statement.

"I wouldn't say it was the same kind of love, really. They never showed anything to make me feel left out, in any way. But, I suppose there was moments... when they turned to me for guidance, and I couldn't provide that. I was making most of it up as I went along, and I think I felt somehow left out in that sense... but no. They never purposely left me out of anything."

"So, you're telling me that you were 'making it up' as you went along?"

I laugh at this ludicrous suggestion, but he looks serious.

"Yes I did. What, you think I had a plan all along? I knew what I had to do, but how, I had no idea. I think Ron and Hermione knew, most of the time, that I was clueless, but there's a good chance that they tried to convince themselves otherwise. I know that everyone had great expectations of me, that I was going to end Voldemort and make the world a better place. The truth is, I had help, from everyone around me, and I just want everyone to know that I'm not the hero. The people who helped me along the way, they are the true heroes and they saved the world. Not me."

"Oh, come now, Harry. Don't be modest. I'm sure they helped you, that's a fact. But you are the real hero here! You killed the Dark Lord! You made the wizarding world what it is today!"

He stares at me defiantly. "I'm not joking, and I'm not being modest. I understand of course that I went through a lot and yes, I did kill him in the end, but that would never have happened if it weren't for my friends."

This shocks me. From what Harry has already told me, I know that there were others involved in the bringing down of the Dark Lord, but from what he says, they were a much more significant part than I ever realised.

Harry looks at me awkwardly. We seem to have lost the comfortable atmosphere that we had achieved and although I smile at him, he does not laugh and smile as he had before.

He finishes his drink and stands up, excusing himself, explaining he is already late for work. But I know that we have reached a subject he does not want to pursue. I wave to him as he leaves the Three Broomsticks and he smiles weakly. I feel surprisingly sad to now know what he has gone through and the false thoughts that so many of us have had for so long

After speaking to Harry I feel that I have shown readers the Harry behind all of the lies and rumours spread about a supposedly deranged and selfish boy intent on letting as many people down as possible. In fact, he is quite the opposite and I think that this interview has given Harry Potter a chance to tell people his regrets and let them know how grateful he is to those that have shown him support.

However, the interview has made me think, as I am sure it has made you also. We know nothing of all those others involved in the bringing down of Voldemort. I believe that we should know, we should know about everyone and the whole story needs to be told, from everyone's point of view. So it is my decision that now, every week, I will uncover the thoughts and memories of all those involved in finishing The Dark Lord.

I hope, readers, that you have gained a new opinion of Harry Potter after reading this and that you will still see him as the hero of our time, for whatever he says, he killed Voldemort. Nothing can ever change that.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed, please review and wait for the next installment, which will be on Ron :)

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