Okay, this is my sequel to Harry Potter and the Second War. I really,
really advise you read it first. Very little of this will make sense. This
one might seem a little less action packed, because it's about the
rebuilding of the magical world, not about Harry vanquishing the enemy.
Basically, the enemy in this one is Harry himself. He kind of realizes he's
been an a-hole, and he also has to help rebuild the world, like I said. The
ministry is in shambles, thousands were killed, and nobody's really sure
what to do. They just have to stick it out. And I have no idea how it will
end. AT ALL.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Harry and Cho got back to Four (a/n I think that's the number??) Privet Drive, things were different. Very different.
"Come on, boy, get inside! You have work to do! Don't forget your things!" Uncle Vernon called from the front door, as Harry and Cho slowly got out of the car.
"Say, Cho, can I leave you to get these?" Harry asked loudly.
"Sure Harry!" Cho called. She quickly said a spell, and their trunks levitated inches off the ground. She laughed, but Harry wasn't sure why. He looked behind him, and saw the look on Uncle Vernon's face.
But what happened wasn't what they expected. Uncle Vernon came storming down the drive, turning purple.
"Don't think you can fool me! I heard that news report! Voldemort is gone! That means that you don't need protection, and your little magic friends aren't going to come and help you!"
Harry gulped. He was right. They were far too busy to help him. They were helping orphans who didn't have uncles and aunts to live with. They were doing real magic.
Uncle Vernon started to laugh. "I've got you now, boy! This is going to be the worst summer you ever had!"
Cho stepped forward. "Now, Mr. Dursley, I usually wouldn't do this, but I believe I must. I am allowed to do magic. Harry may not have an army behind him anymore, but he still has me. I am done school. I can help him. And by the time I am gone, he will be able to do magic himself! You, sir, better be prepared! Not Harry."
Harry was about to smile at her, but decided not to when she shot him a look.
They walked up to the bedroom. Aunt Petunia walked in. "Cho! You aren't staying in here! You can have the guest room, unless we have visitors. Now put your things in there." She stayed in the room, and waited until Cho left. She lowered her voice. "Harry, I heard on the news that Voldemort is gone. Is he?"
Harry looked at her. She was serious, and still scared, just like she had been the summer before Harry's fifth year.
"Yes. I killed him."
She nodded, and left. Harry sat there, puzzled. A few minutes later, Cho walked back into his room. "Harry, I want you to know, I am not going to do magic to help you from your uncle. You can do that yourself. I didn't go through seven years of school to attack a family of muggles every time you ask me!"
She turned on her heel and walked out of the room. Harry didn't try to follow her. He sat down at his desk and wrote a letter instead.
Dear Moony:
I know you're very busy, but I really wanted to ask you something. Now that Voldemort is gone, are you still using Grimmauld Place as your headquarters? I know that Sirius left it to me, and I was wondering if I could move in, now that I'm seventeen. I think I'm old enough. If you or any of the others are living there, you're welcome to stay if you let me have it back. Good like with your work. I still want to help.
Thanks, Harry
He sent Hedwig off, and as he watched her fly away, he sighed. "Please, Moony, please. Please let me help." He whispered.
* * * * *
The next few days were pretty miserable. Cho was still in a bad mood from their first day back, and Uncle Vernon was in an even worse mood. He was ready to treat Cho like hell.
"Get down here right now, girl!" He yelled down the stairs. Harry was in the kitchen, washing the floor.
Cho walked down the stairs and looked at the floor. "Yes?"
"You can't just do nothing around here! What were you doing up there? Why weren't you doing your work?"
Cho tried to explain that she had finished it, but Uncle Vernon wouldn't hear it. He just kept yelling at her. Harry had had enough. He stood up.
"This isn't fair. You should be yelling at me, not her." He said quietly.
Uncle Vernon turned around.
"She was trying to help me. Leave her alone!" He said loudly. Even Dudley, who had been watching television, came in to watch.
"Don't you tell me what to do!" Uncle Vernon roared, throwing a glass at Harry. He ducked.
Cho silently backed up towards the stairs, mouthing "thank you" just befre she turned around and bolted.
Harry barely caught it, he was too busy dodging flying glasses. Finally, he made it upstairs. He ran into his room and closed the door. He sighed and turned around.
"Ahh! What the hell!" Fred and George Weasley were standing beside Cho, who had Hedwig on her shoulder, and a rolled up letter in her hand, which she handed to Harry.
"Hello to you too, mate! Miss Chang here was much more welcoming, and it's not even her house!"
"We decided that poor Hedwig had much to far to go alone, so we joined her. We also wanted to make sure your letter got to you."
Harry unrolled the letter, and read it out loud. He hoped he knew what it said.
Harry: We are still using the house. As you know, there are many children who were left without parents. We are letting them stay here with us until they can find someone to stay with. But hey, it's your house. You and Cho are both welcome to join us here, but I doubt you'd be very comfortable. Fred and George insisted on going to get you, if you want to come.
Hope to see you soon, Moony
"Bloody hell, Harry, this isn't so bad! Last time I was here, there were bars on your window, and the door was locked. You're doing pretty well with yourself! Now, lets go downstairs and explain this to the Dursleys. I can't wait to see Dudley!" George said. Harry laughed, and Cho raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not even going to ask." She said.
A few minutes later, Fred, George, and Cho had repaired all of the glasses Uncle Vernon had destroyed.
"So you're leaving. Forever. Correct?" Uncle Vernon asked, grinning.
Harry nodded. He glanced at Dudley, who was hiding behind the couch, avoiding Fred, who was trying to coax him out with brightly coloured candy.
"I just need a few minutes to get all my stuff, and you'll never have to see me again."
"He still expects Christmas presents!" George added.
Uncle Vernon grunted, and Harry wasn't sure what to do. Was that a yes?
"Well, get going!" Aunt Petunia said sharply, stepping in front of Fred, who was about to throw a canary cream into Dudley's hanging open mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry, Cho, Fred and George had piled into a small green car, and were pulling away from Privet Drive for the last time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hurrah! Finished! Please review! It will get better, but I doubt Hermione and Ron will be in it much. I actually don't really like them, because I can never seem to write one of them without the other, and writing "Ron and Hermione" every few sentences just takes way t mush energy. That's me, the lazy ass.
"I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas."
-unolimbo
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Harry and Cho got back to Four (a/n I think that's the number??) Privet Drive, things were different. Very different.
"Come on, boy, get inside! You have work to do! Don't forget your things!" Uncle Vernon called from the front door, as Harry and Cho slowly got out of the car.
"Say, Cho, can I leave you to get these?" Harry asked loudly.
"Sure Harry!" Cho called. She quickly said a spell, and their trunks levitated inches off the ground. She laughed, but Harry wasn't sure why. He looked behind him, and saw the look on Uncle Vernon's face.
But what happened wasn't what they expected. Uncle Vernon came storming down the drive, turning purple.
"Don't think you can fool me! I heard that news report! Voldemort is gone! That means that you don't need protection, and your little magic friends aren't going to come and help you!"
Harry gulped. He was right. They were far too busy to help him. They were helping orphans who didn't have uncles and aunts to live with. They were doing real magic.
Uncle Vernon started to laugh. "I've got you now, boy! This is going to be the worst summer you ever had!"
Cho stepped forward. "Now, Mr. Dursley, I usually wouldn't do this, but I believe I must. I am allowed to do magic. Harry may not have an army behind him anymore, but he still has me. I am done school. I can help him. And by the time I am gone, he will be able to do magic himself! You, sir, better be prepared! Not Harry."
Harry was about to smile at her, but decided not to when she shot him a look.
They walked up to the bedroom. Aunt Petunia walked in. "Cho! You aren't staying in here! You can have the guest room, unless we have visitors. Now put your things in there." She stayed in the room, and waited until Cho left. She lowered her voice. "Harry, I heard on the news that Voldemort is gone. Is he?"
Harry looked at her. She was serious, and still scared, just like she had been the summer before Harry's fifth year.
"Yes. I killed him."
She nodded, and left. Harry sat there, puzzled. A few minutes later, Cho walked back into his room. "Harry, I want you to know, I am not going to do magic to help you from your uncle. You can do that yourself. I didn't go through seven years of school to attack a family of muggles every time you ask me!"
She turned on her heel and walked out of the room. Harry didn't try to follow her. He sat down at his desk and wrote a letter instead.
Dear Moony:
I know you're very busy, but I really wanted to ask you something. Now that Voldemort is gone, are you still using Grimmauld Place as your headquarters? I know that Sirius left it to me, and I was wondering if I could move in, now that I'm seventeen. I think I'm old enough. If you or any of the others are living there, you're welcome to stay if you let me have it back. Good like with your work. I still want to help.
Thanks, Harry
He sent Hedwig off, and as he watched her fly away, he sighed. "Please, Moony, please. Please let me help." He whispered.
* * * * *
The next few days were pretty miserable. Cho was still in a bad mood from their first day back, and Uncle Vernon was in an even worse mood. He was ready to treat Cho like hell.
"Get down here right now, girl!" He yelled down the stairs. Harry was in the kitchen, washing the floor.
Cho walked down the stairs and looked at the floor. "Yes?"
"You can't just do nothing around here! What were you doing up there? Why weren't you doing your work?"
Cho tried to explain that she had finished it, but Uncle Vernon wouldn't hear it. He just kept yelling at her. Harry had had enough. He stood up.
"This isn't fair. You should be yelling at me, not her." He said quietly.
Uncle Vernon turned around.
"She was trying to help me. Leave her alone!" He said loudly. Even Dudley, who had been watching television, came in to watch.
"Don't you tell me what to do!" Uncle Vernon roared, throwing a glass at Harry. He ducked.
Cho silently backed up towards the stairs, mouthing "thank you" just befre she turned around and bolted.
Harry barely caught it, he was too busy dodging flying glasses. Finally, he made it upstairs. He ran into his room and closed the door. He sighed and turned around.
"Ahh! What the hell!" Fred and George Weasley were standing beside Cho, who had Hedwig on her shoulder, and a rolled up letter in her hand, which she handed to Harry.
"Hello to you too, mate! Miss Chang here was much more welcoming, and it's not even her house!"
"We decided that poor Hedwig had much to far to go alone, so we joined her. We also wanted to make sure your letter got to you."
Harry unrolled the letter, and read it out loud. He hoped he knew what it said.
Harry: We are still using the house. As you know, there are many children who were left without parents. We are letting them stay here with us until they can find someone to stay with. But hey, it's your house. You and Cho are both welcome to join us here, but I doubt you'd be very comfortable. Fred and George insisted on going to get you, if you want to come.
Hope to see you soon, Moony
"Bloody hell, Harry, this isn't so bad! Last time I was here, there were bars on your window, and the door was locked. You're doing pretty well with yourself! Now, lets go downstairs and explain this to the Dursleys. I can't wait to see Dudley!" George said. Harry laughed, and Cho raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not even going to ask." She said.
A few minutes later, Fred, George, and Cho had repaired all of the glasses Uncle Vernon had destroyed.
"So you're leaving. Forever. Correct?" Uncle Vernon asked, grinning.
Harry nodded. He glanced at Dudley, who was hiding behind the couch, avoiding Fred, who was trying to coax him out with brightly coloured candy.
"I just need a few minutes to get all my stuff, and you'll never have to see me again."
"He still expects Christmas presents!" George added.
Uncle Vernon grunted, and Harry wasn't sure what to do. Was that a yes?
"Well, get going!" Aunt Petunia said sharply, stepping in front of Fred, who was about to throw a canary cream into Dudley's hanging open mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry, Cho, Fred and George had piled into a small green car, and were pulling away from Privet Drive for the last time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hurrah! Finished! Please review! It will get better, but I doubt Hermione and Ron will be in it much. I actually don't really like them, because I can never seem to write one of them without the other, and writing "Ron and Hermione" every few sentences just takes way t mush energy. That's me, the lazy ass.
"I hope if dogs ever take over the world, and they chose a king, they don't just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas."
-unolimbo