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"We now bring to you, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Savior…Harry Potter!"

Harry grimaced at the list of titles, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He had repeatedly told the Ministry that he simply wanted to be referred to as Harry, not any of the million other titles that had been given to him. And especially not this new one that was floating around. The Savior. It made him sound like a god, and that was the last thing that Harry wanted to be thought of as, at this point.

Despite Harry's annoyance with the introduction, the audience seemed to have different feelings. The applause and cheering was deafening, seemingly louder than the noise had been at the Quidditch World Cup all those years ago.

Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, and both of them nodded. It was time.

Taking a deep breath, Harry walked forward, thrust aside the velvet curtain, and stepped onto the stage to greet the Wizarding World. Whatever he had planned to say immediately caught in his throat at the cheer size of the crowd. It stretched from right in front of the stage that had been erected outside the main doors of Hogwarts, until the Quidditch pitch far off in the distance. Each and every person in the sea of people was cheering, clapping and shouting, some carrying signs that read messages of thanks, or of happiness.

Harry pointed his wand at his throat and muttered a spell to magnify his voice. He would definitely need it for this crowd.

"Er, hi everyone," he said, and the audience erupted into even louder cheers.

Stunned, Harry looked back at Ron and Hermione, both of whom seemed just as shocked as he was. They hadn't realized that the crowd could get any louder. And at nothing, either. All Harry had done was say hello.

Harry took the time to let his eyes scan over the people. He spotted many familiar faces, but the majority were wizards and witches that he had never seen before. The reporters all had spots up front, but right behind them stood his friends. Luna was there, looking up at him, along with Neville, Seamus, Dean, Parvati, and various members of Dumbledore's Army. Right beside them stood the Weasleys, their fiery red hair standing out even amongst the thousands there. And there, right in the center, between the Weasley family and Dumbledore's Army, stood Ginny.

Harry forced his eyes away. If he looked at Ginny too long, he would be standing there staring forever.

"Everyone, if you do not stay quiet, Silencing Charms will have to be used," Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped forward, his deep voice ringing loud and clear.

"Thanks, Kingsley," Harry muttered.

"Anytime," Kingsley replied, stepping back.

"Well, hello everyone," Harry said. "I didn't prepare a speech or anything like that, so I apologize in advance if this doesn't come out eloquently. I'd like to start with a thank you. I'd like to thank…well…everyone. My friends, my classmates, all the people who fought in the Battle of Hogwarts…without all of you, Voldemort would without a doubt still be alive right now, so thank you. All of you."

Cheers erupted from the audience, and Harry let them clap for a few moments before he cleared his throat, and the noise dissolved.

"Now, as all of you know, Voldemort is dead. If you've heard any rumors that he might still be alive, they're wrong. He's dead and gone, and isn't coming back. You see, he used a bit of Dark Magic to split his soul into multiple pieces, but Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and I have managed to destroy all of them, so that when I went to fight Voldemort it was an even fight. I'd also like to clear up rumors that I used the Killing Curse when I was battling him. I didn't. I only tried to Disarm him, but because he did not have mastery over the particular wand he was using, his spell rebounded and killed him. I am unable to provide you with all the details on these matters, but I have told you all that the Ministry had enabled me to tell you.

"Also, to everyone who has lost a loved one due to this war, I am so sorry. I am horrified that so many people had to die to create a world that we can live peacefully in, but they will not have died in vain. A memorial will be constructed outside Hogwarts in memory for those who died in the war, with each name engraved on it."

Harry paused, glancing around. Many people were crying, some with smiles on their faces. The memorial at Hogwarts was a fabulous idea. Harry took a breath and continued on.

"Now, as Voldemort is dead, we must move into the future, and into the rest of our lives. We must move into a life free of war, and though we will still suffer with the pain over those we have lost, our lives will now be filled with peace and rid of fear. The Ministry is being completely reformed, and our new Minister of the Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, in my personal opinion will make an excellent Minister. Hogwarts is being rebuilt as well, and should be open for school in September, with the incredible Minerva McGonagall as the new Headmistress. Other reform and rebuilding projects will take place, but it is not my place to inform you of those."

Harry took another breath, and spoke to the audience again.

"In fact, I'm not quite sure what my place is. I've been called many things by the press and by the people, since the day I was born. The Boy Who Lived was the first. That was my title for a while. Then came the Hogwarts years, and things got a bit more interesting. In my fifth year, most of you hated me. The Boy Who Lied, I think you called me. For that, I forgive you. After that you started calling me the Chosen One, and now, you call me the Savior. I don't think I deserve any of these titles, or any of the awards that people are trying to give me. But thank you all so much for considering me deserving of this kind of praise. I'm really astounded, and always have been ever since I was eleven, how highly the Wizarding community thinks of me.

"For the past seventeen years I've constantly been in the news. But now I think it's time for me to fade away a bit. The war is over, and it's time for life to go back to normal. You have all been so brave, and you all deserve long, peaceful lives. Thank you to all, and good luck. I'll be helping the Wizarding World every step of the way."

Harry ended his speech, bracing himself for what was sure to be an eruption of sound. It was deafening. He felt the urge to cover his ears but resisted. With Rita Skeeter in the audience, something rude would definitely be written about that course of action. He stood there, smiling and waving for a couple minutes, before he hurried backstage to see Ron and Hermione.

"How'd I do?" he asked them.

Hermione brushed a tear from her eye and enveloped him in a tight hug.

"Oh Harry, you were wonderful, I completely take back what I said about how you should have written a speech," she said, pulling away from him. "It was quite moving."

"Yeah, good job, mate," Ron agreed, giving Harry a quick hug as well.

"Thanks," Harry said, his heart rate slowing now that thousands of people weren't waiting on his every word. "It's great that this is the only press conference too…I don't know how many more reporters I can take."

Hermione frowned.

"Well, Harry, I'm sure they'll still come up to you all the time," she pointed out. "You're going to face a lot of publicity for the next few months, maybe even years."

Harry shrugged.

"I'm sure it won't be so bad," he said. "I mean, it can't be worse than fourth year with Rita Skeeter, can it?"

"I wouldn't be so sure," Hermione admitted. "You did save the world, after all."

"Leave it alone, Hermione," Ron cut in. "It'll be fine. Harry's handled Voldemort; he can handle a few reporters, can't he?"

When Kingsley gave the three friends the all clear signal, they headed out of what remained of Hogwarts to a portion of the grounds that was barred off from the enormous crowds with enchanted barriers. Although the people themselves were kept away from the trio, their screams and cheers weren't, and neither were their arms as thousands of them thrust pieces of parchment at them in hope of a signature.

"Er, Kingsley?" Harry turned to the Minister as they began walking towards the gates. "Do they…do they want our autographs?"

"It's like we're movie stars," Hermione gasped, completely in shock.

"They do, Harry," Kingsley nodded. "But I told them you all couldn't sign anything to spare you the trouble."

Harry nodded. He really didn't feel like signing thousands of pieces of parchment. It would take hours, and what did they want "Harry Potter" scribbled on a piece of parchment for, anyway? But as Harry passed the screaming people, guilt embedded itself in the pit of his stomach. These people had lost loved ones in the war; these people had probably fought in the war.

"I'm going to shake their hands," Harry said, and before anyone could say anything, he walked towards the barriers.

Harry muttered thank yous repeatedly, shaking every hand that was outstretched toward him. After a few minutes, Ron and Hermione joined him, shaking hands, muttering their thanks. It took an hour to get to the gates, but it was worth it to see the joyous looks on everyone's faces.

"So," Ron said once they stepped outside the grounds of Hogwarts. "To the Savior's party?"

Harry rolled his eyes at him, but the three friends grasped hands and with a quick turn disappeared into thin air.

A/N: The next chapter should be up soon! :)