Summary: Nineteen years have passed since Harry Potter defeated Voldemort and all he wished for was an ordinary life. However, there were these people that refused to grant him just that…

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I wasn't a millionaire. I guess that means Harry Potter still belongs to JK Rowling and not me.

Harry Potter and the fandom that refused to die

Harry Potter considered himself to be as ordinary as one could possibly imagine. He was of average height, average build, maybe – at least according to his wife and Witch Weekly –better looking than average. But not good enough for either women or men to turn their heads for him. He had an average income, did his job with a bit more than average skill, had three kids – he would proudly admit to the fact that these kids weren't average at all, although every now and then a bit more average there wouldn't hurt. Not that he was complaining. Still, all things considered, there wasn't anything too remarkable about him. Except…

"Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Harry Potter?" a woman, probably in her late twenties, asked him.

"How do you know what Harry Potter looks like?" he asked before he could stop himself instantly regretting it as the woman replied.

"Well, of cause I mean you look like I always imagined what Harry Potter would look like. I never quite thought Daniel Radcliff did him justice. Did you? Anyway, you look just like I think he would look today… if he were real that is. Although, theoretically we don't know for sure that he isn't, do we?" She smiled dreamily for a few seconds.

Harry only barely supressed an annoyed sigh. He should have known it was a bad idea to take the underground. But it still was the best way to get from the ministry to Dudley's apartment in central London and it was his cousins birthday. Even though it had always been a bit awkward – and had only gotten more awkward since Dudley had started dating Cho Chang, but that was a different story entirely – both cousins always made the effort to visit each other for their birthdays and around Christmas. However, chance encounters with Harry-Potter-Obsessed muggles like this one always struck Harry as being more than just a little creepy. And unfortunately, they were always a risk when he decided to make a trip into Muggle-London. Or any other muggle-area. Once, his sons had played a trick on him that they'd considered to be especially funny. On a holiday to the USA they had practically dragged their clueless parents into a muggle theme park, that had turned out to be a Harry-Potter-Theme-Park. Harry still cringed at the memory.

The woman interrupted his train of thought. Obviously still caught in the possibility of Harry Potter being real.

"Although I think he probably wouldn't be wearing stumble but that's just my opinion. What did you think about the new Fantastic Beasts movie? Isn't it just great to go back to the magical world? I was so excited, when I heard they were going to make five movies."

This new movie series was just another thorn in his flesh. He had had the feeling that fan obsession with Harry Potter had begun to ebb down. But the new movie series and that play had had the same effect as oil on fire.

"I've actually never been that much of a fan," Harry managed to sound politely disinterested, "I guess I've always been too much of a realist."

"But you know the basic story, don't you?" she asked sounding almost accusing.

"Yes, yes sure I do," Harry reassured her hastily, afraid that otherwise she'd start to summarize his own life for him. Or rather the dramatized novel version.

"Good," she said with relief, "I don't get people who don't know the last thing about it. I think it surely has become part of our cultural inheritance, don't you think."

"It sure has," Harry replied unable to ban the slight annoyance that crept into his voice.

She remained oblivious and went on, "I am getting married in a couple of weeks, and guess what our wedding theme is?"

She can't possibly be serious, can she?

"That's right, it's Harry-Potter-Themed. We asked our guests to wear robes instead of suits and dresses and our menu has the most amazing choice of food… our guests will have butterbeer, fire whisky, pumpkin juice for the kids, a friend of mine made chocolate frogs and chocolate frog cards for our candy bar. It's just going to be amazing."

"Yes, getting married is a big step," Harry replied desperately trying to get her to change the topic.

"Oh yes, but we've been living together for years now, so it's not that big a deal. But just imagine, I am going to feel like I'm in Hogwarts for an entire day!"

People, who clearly had been listening to their conversation, were looking at them. Some smiled sympathetically at Harry but most were just amused at this woman's obsession and some snickered without even trying to hide it. Harry didn't ask if they'd also have a chamber of secrets themed photo-booth or the obligatory giant spider attack that the real Hogwarts-Experience would require. He almost sighed with relief as he realized he had to get off the train at the next stop.

"That's me," he said, "err…nice meeting you and have a nice wedding." His eyes widened in horror as the woman stood up and went to the door with him. "That's funny, we're getting off at the same stop," she said happily, "would you mind taking a selfie with me, once we're out of the train station? I don't meet people that look like Harry Potter on a daily basis, as you probably can guess. Although, I once saw a couple that – and I'm not making this up – looked exactly like Ron and Hermione. I shouted after them, but they didn't stop. Probably didn't hear me. So, what do you think about the selfie?"

"I'm in a bit of a hurry," Harry replied.

He almost started to run as soon as the train doors opened. Unfortunately, the woman was faster than he would have thought, and she hurried up the escalator right behind him.

"That's really a shame," she said and Harry smirked when he realised it was becoming harder for her to speak. Maybe, if he kept up his speed, she'd finally just shut up. It wasn't very far from the underground station to Dudley's apartment which was a plus as well. In a few minutes, he'd get rid of her anyway.

"Do you like fanfiction?" she started as soon as they were on the street.

To Harry's disliking her voice sounded almost normal again.

"No," he said and the finality in his voice would have send the new recruits in the aurors department running. She completely missed it – or just chose to ignore it. Harry sped up again when he saw Dudley's building getting closer. Almost there.

"Hey, we're heading towards the same building," she said behind him.

Not possible.

"You don't live here, do you?"

"No, just visiting."

"Who?" She asked, as she unlocked the door.

"My cousin," he replied through gritted teeth.

"Harry Potter also had a cousin," she mused, "do you get along well?"

Harry didn't answer. He headed for the lift and she followed him. His horror grew as she hit the button for the tenth floor, the same that Dudley lived in. Please don't let her be invited, please Merlin. I promise I'll donate to St. Mungo's or something.

"He wasn't a very likeable character in the book series but they sort of reconciled in the last novel."

The lift came to a stop and Harry practically pushed her aside to get off as quickly as possible. As soon as he reached Dudley's door he pushed the doorbell button several times willing his cousin to open the bloody door. The woman had come to a stop behind him.

"Nice meeting you. You sure you don't have time for a selfie now?"

Dudley opening the door saved him the answer.

"Harry," his cousin said and a genuine smile lightened his face, "come on in."

Harry risked a last glance across his shoulder.

"You know," the woman said now addressing Dudley, "you do look a lot like Dudley Dursley."

Dudley frowned. "Well, yeah. Might be because I am Dudley Dursley," he replied motioning towards the door sign.

The last thing Harry saw of her before the door eventually closed were her eyes that had grown to the size of saucers.

AN: It's been a while since I've last been an active participant in the world of fanfiction. So please excuse if I've gotten a bit rusty. However, I recently rediscovered my passion. I am a Die-Hard-Potter-Fan, so there are only slight hints of self-mockery here.

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