Harry Potter.
After The Aftermath.
Chapter one.
'CRACK'
Harry woke up exceptionally quickly, picked up his wand and started to prepare for battle. "Who the hell would want to try anything now? I finally got rid of Tom Riddle and some other form of evil decides it's his turn, fucking typical" He said to himself as he scrambled to his feet. Creeping towards his bedroom door at number 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry recognised the voice that was muttering profanity. "After all those years of living in fear, have you gone completely fucking mental?" said the brown haired angry looking witch that was now standing before him. "Good morning to you too Hermione" Harry said after composing himself. "Where were you all night?" With this, the young witch started to blush "It is none of your business where I was last night Harry James Potter but if you must know, I was at The Burrow!" Harrys heart skipped a beat and he felt a familiar feeling of fear "Are the family okay? Has something terrible happened?" Harry was worried now because although his home was 12 Grimmauld Place, his favourite house in the world was The Burrow, and some of his favourite people, not to mention the girl of his dreams, all resided within it. "You really ARE more stupid than you look Harry. If you must know, I spent the evening with Ron".
Sitting in his cavernous kitchen with a cup of coffee, brought to him by Kreacher, a loyal house elf, Harry felt brave enough to ask the obviously angry witch sitting across from him what brought her there in such a foul mood that morning. "H..Hermione, what's the matter with you this morning? I haven't seen you fly into such a rage for a long while". Hermione wore a sudden look of recognition which turned into a look of sheer exasperation. "Harry, although you defeated Tom Riddle, don't you think you should still keep the anti-apparition wards in place around the house? I mean, I over shot my destination this morning, too much wine last night, but I managed to apparate right into my room". With this, Harry suddenly realised that no matter what, although he fought in the Great War against Voldemort, that if it wasn't going to be another dark wizard after him, it would no doubt be someone wanting to get a story out of him for another stupid magazine interview. "You're right Herm, I should put them in place again, I will do that straight away". The bushy haired young lady sat there and smiled with the usual self satisfaction in knowing that she was right.
Harry was happy that Hermione and Ron finally got it together properly, they seemed well suited to each other. At the thought of them kissing together, the characters in his mind turned from Ron and Hermione to himself and Ginny. The light of the sun shining down on her, his fingers running through her beautiful hair, he didn't just want that girl, he craved her, needed her by his side. Nothing was stopping him, but he didn't want her to be in the public spotlight as much as he was at the moment. After all it was less than a year since he defeated Tom Riddle, he was still being called for interviews by every magical magazine and newspaper in circulation. Worst of all, it was time to go and give a speech at the ministry, in front of every member of the wizarding community that showed. Thankfully Hermione had already written it for him and he had to just read it.
Standing there with clammy hands, looking out to the crowd of people that had come to hear him speak, Harry cleared his throat one more time and began speaking.
"I am glad to see that so many people turned up today to hear what I have to say. So many people have offered to write my speech for me and I even hold the best copy here in my hands. I have decided though, just by looking at your expectant eyes, to not read what has been written, but to tell you exactly what happened as I understand it.
You all know me as 'The Boy That Lived". Well indeed, I am the boy that lived, but I did not live because of any extraordinary skills or talents that I possessed. I was only a small child at the time. One that didn't know of the magical community! I see you wondering "well how the flaming heck did he live then?" The answer is quite simple, and one you have heard many times from my former Headmaster and friend Albus Dumbledore. The answer to that question is love. My mother died to save me, Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, he had killed my mother and turned his wand on the young man you see before you today. It was because of the sacrifice that my mother made that ensured I would be protected. I won't go into too much detail as we have limited time here ladies and gentlemen.
During the battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort himself declared that lives would be spared if people handed me over to him, I admit, people died in trying to save me that night, but remember, they died trying to save you all as well, the courage that people showed that night was second to none.
Voldemort knew exactly what I was doing within the castle grounds that night. I was looking for a particular object that he had hidden part of himself in. Whilst that object still held a part of Tom Riddle, he would not be able to die at the hands of anyone, not even myself.
Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and myself had spent a lot of time looking for objects that also contained parts of Toms maimed and twisted soul, and with great success we found the ones that Dumbledore didn't find before his passing. Upon destroying these objects that only left one part of his soul residing outside of his body. After careful deliberation, I personally found out that part of his soul was living in me, which is why there was such a connection between me and Voldemort which enabled me to see his thoughts and him see mine.
That night, I walked to where he stood, waiting for me to be handed over to him, but because I went on my own and calmly walked into deaths open arms, the same protection placed upon me by my mother, was placed upon everyone else that was fighting against Him and his Death Eaters.
Ladies and gentleman of the wizarding community, I could have been declared dead, but I was able to return to this mortal place to do what was right. After much humiliation of my body by means of the cruciatus curse, which didn't effect me at all, Tom Riddle made Rubeus Hagrid, a cherished friend, carry my body to the school. After that, a lot of people will tell you that the battle re-commenced and my body disappeared out of sight. What wasn't known is that I am in possession of an Invisibility cloak, and I used that to move, to deflect a few curses being fired towards our "soldiers" and I was able to face Tom Riddle and let him know what a cock up, excuse my French, he had made. With this, he aimed the killing curse at me, and once again it was deflected by the simple spell Expelliarmus, which rebounded into his maimed and twisted body, and took his life.
That was the demise of Tom Marvolo Riddle. "
Harry looked around, people had tears in their eyes, Harry didn't feel right leaving it at that and decided to continue briefly.
"I am not the saviour in this fight. Many wizards and witches and other magical creatures tried to bring about the death of that monster but it was left for me to do because it was prophesied before I was even born. Every single person that died whilst fighting him, every person that fought that night at Hogwarts, every person that is still alive today is a hero. Do not lose sight of what we were fighting for, the magical world we live in today to be maintained without prejudice against anyone for their parentage, to be united until the very end, that is what we fought for. Everyone who died in the battle against him, they did not die in vain, it is because of them that we can live freely today.
This seems a great point to bring to you the acting Minister for Magic, I present to you, one of the most highly skilled aurors of the age, I give you, Kingsley Shacklebolt!"
With this, the crowd erupted into applause for the man standing before, them. Although he wanted to stay, Harry felt so emotional, so tired, drained and worn out, that he decided to make his way home.
When he got to his house. He found the door open slightly and voices talking in the kitchen.
"Don't you worry my lady, Kreacher won't tell the Potter boy anything".
A strangely familiar voice replied "Good, make sure you don't or I will have your guts for garters!"
Harry opened the door brandishing his wand and screamed "Petrificus Totalus!" With that, the figure of his one true love, fell to the ground.