Title: Chaos Confusion and Love
Summary and Disclaimer in the first chapter.
Harry spent a good deal of the night opening his mail from people he didn't know. Witches and wizards from all over the country had written to him when they heard the ministry had collapsed because they thought he could do something.
Harry, please help, my husband was working at the time.
Please, please do something for those poor men and women in the ministry.
Voldemort attacked the ministry. Help us.
Harry, you're the only one who can help us now.
Harry tossed the letter into the growing pile and sighed for he had read the word "help" at least fifty times already.
Picking up one of the ten or so letters he had yet to read, Harry was shocked to find the Hogwarts emblem catch his eye.
Mr. Potter,
I regret to inform you that Hogwarts will be closing this coming year. Please do not arrive at King's Cross September first, for the barrier onto the station will be closed.
Headmistress McGonagall
Harry was unsure what he felt. Deep sadness that his second home would be shut down settled over him, only matched by reason that told him the students would be vulnerable to an attack if they attended another year of school.
The next letter was written in a handwriting Harry had never seen before, and so he just assumed it belonged to another scared wizard begging for help he couldn't give.
Harry,
My brother was in the ministry when the attack happened. Harry, I think he's de-… you know. You can do anything Harry, anything in the world. Please bring my brother back. Please. I trust you can do this. Please hurry.
Colin Creevey
Harry stared at the letter for five minutes, reading it over and over again, trying to figure out if the letter made any sense at all. How could he bring someone back from the dead? It was an absurd idea. And if he could, wouldn't he have brought back Sirius or Dumbledore... or his parents?
Harry searched through the "already looked at" pile of letters and noticed that some of the other letters had similar requests. Did these people think he had some kind of superpower? Wasn't fighting the dark lord enough for them, or does he have to bring back the dead, too?
Taking deep breaths, Harry calmed himself down before he got too worked up and accidentally set the house on fire. He picked up the next letter, fearing what he would have to do now.
Harry,
The Quibbler is doing a piece about the attack on the ministry. Would you like to be interviewed? Please send your answer back soon.
Luna Lovegood
Well that wasn't so unreasonable. He wasn't going to do it, but at least he wasn't expected to pull off a miracle. Neville had written to him next. Wondering how he happened to find all these letters at the same time, Harry removed the parchment from the envelope.
Harry,
Voldemort is gaining strength every day, we have to do something. I think you should start the DA again. We all learned a lot that year and this is the time we need it the most. Please think about holding more meetings. I know that we can't do it in Hogwarts anymore, but we should meet outside of school, like the first meeting in the Hog's Head. And I kind of need some time away from my grandmother. She gets annoying.
Please think about it,
Neville
After a few more pleas from helpless witches and wizards, Harry picked up the final two letters. These two had arrived together and were from Dean and Seamus. Quickly glancing at the messages, Harry realized that they had said virtually the same thing Neville had, leaving out the part about Mrs. Longbottom.
Exhausted, Harry fell into his bed and allowed the normally uncomfortable mattress to engulf his body. Sleep came quickly and Harry was soon dreaming of the video feed the news had broadcast earlier. Flashes of the street filled with bodies entered Harry's mind and rapidly disappeared. Then a picture of the rubble surrounding the ministry came into focus. This image stayed in the forefront of Harry's dreams for quite some time, demanding to be noticed and taken seriously.
When this picture finally faded into black, the void was filled by memories of Dumbledore's funeral. Along with these horrible nightmares Harry was forced to relive the moment he had broken up with Ginny over and over again.
Head spinning and eyes hurting from overuse, Harry awoke from his dreams with little enthusiasm about leaving the Dursley's. The small hand on his watch pointed to the ten, meaning he only had two hours until Mr. Weasley would show up.
"Hopefully he won't arrive through the fireplace this time," Harry thought with a faint smile.
Once his possessions were all packed and stowed away in his trunk, Harry made his appearance at the breakfast table for his one piece of toast he was sure to receive. Even the dry, burnt toast couldn't dampen his spirits as he finally felt a glimmer of the excitement he should've have felt before.