"They have no chance against us. Our magical superiority towers over their feeble muggle technology."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that. These muggles have a lot of advanced weaponry. Things we don't understand. Things we can't comprehend without further study."
"How absurd! Our mental capabilities, as magical folk allow us to become the ultimate rulers of the planet. Give me a few months and we will rule the world. We will rule muggles and wizards alike!"
"Magic or no magic we're the same. Flesh and blood. We're people. We're not so different from them. I wouldn't take them so lightly if I were you. Even cornered rats can fight back you know."
(Laughter ensues. Lights turn on.)
December 2010
Harry Potter walked home from after a long day at work. On the way he had picked up a few things he had bought as presents for his family. Most of them were magical, some non-magical, Harry was sure they would love them. He wanted to make up for not being with his family as much as he would have liked to because of his auror business. There had been some nasty encounters in the last mission which still haunted Harry. The screams of the Inferi he had come across in the cave full of Necromancer's was not something he would forget soon.
Harry stopped when he saw that the front door was open. The lock had been broken and the lights inside were off. Harry left the gifts on the ground and took out his wand slowly as he opened the door slowly.
"Lumos." and a powerful light shone forth from his wand. He needed the light to see even though it made him a noticeable target.
He had dreading this day for a long time. The day when a criminal organisation would seek retribution at him through his family. As he entered the living room he cursed his fame and hoped his family was safe.
"Surprise!"
The lights turned on and suddenly Harry was blinded. He could hear laughter and Harry was stuck wondering what was happening at that very moment.
"What's going on." he said as he lowered his wand. His sight returned and he could see that his family was safe and sound holding party balloons and a cake. He could see Ginny and Hermione smiling, Albus, James, Hugo, Rose and Lily laughing, and Ron approaching him with arms open. He hugged Harry.
"Guys? What's this about?"
"It's nothing Harry. Just a little celebration to show you how much we appreciate you."
November 2012
Harry awoke with a jolt in the convoy truck as they rolled to a stop. He had that dream again. One of the last days where he had genuine happiness from a sudden surprise. He was a long ways away from his home in Godric's Hollow though, and two years removed from that happiness. Everybody in the truck got up and started to jump out of it. Everybody had just about left when Harry stood up and followed suit. Gun in hand, the mission was to kill Draco. How would he kill him? By sneaking into the middle east using a hidden floo network, and then posing as a member of the Middle-Eastern resistance. There had been some trouble getting here but it was nothing the Imperious Curse couldn't fix. He still couldn't forget the mission briefing he had received a month ago.
Harry tried to remember how to use a gun as he jumped out of the truck and into the fighting. Yet again.
October 2012
"I'm really sorry Mr. Potter. We don't understand your condition."
Harry was disheartened by this. Any hope of being cured of his condition had just been dashed. He stood up and turned to leave, afraid of showing the tears that were forming in his eyes. He had never been scared of death for the most part. But this. The hopelessness of old age. Knowing that he could never watch his children grow up.
Harry was an orphan, forced to live with his aunt and uncle. He didn't want to deprive his children of a father. He didn't want to give Ginny the responsibility of being a single parent.
He just wished he could have spent more time with his family.
^Reprieve to an unhappy nightmare^
"Harry do you need to wear your glasses?"
"Yes. They're prescription. I've been wearing them for years. You of all people should know that."
"But I mean... can't magic fix that? Isn't there a spell you could use to fix your vision? A potion maybe?"
"No... this is exasperating. Magic is not the be all and all you make it out to be. If magic was so cool why can't I bring my parents back? Why can't we fly?"
"Voldemort was able to fly!"
"..."
