AN: Final prompt for Camp Hogwarts, Fort-Building: Write about the Golden Trio rebuilding the magical world after the war. My Wordcount is 919. Thank you!
He knew he had to do it. He was to help rebuild the magical world as he once knew it. God, how he remembered the days when everything was simple, and, pun-intended, magical. He wanted it to be like that for all re-entering the world he came into at the age of eleven.
He remembered the feeling of home when he rebuilt the homes and Hogwarts itself after the battles that had taken place there. It had been a strange, unique feeling that had never been replicated anywhere else to him, and he almost felt sorry for even the Death Eaters who had lost their homes to the fights.
Granted, they had the money to replace any estate they might've lost, and that was really the least of their problems, not if the new Ministry that his friend (sister, almost) had created up from the ashes, had their way with the men and women on trial for their crimes against humanity.
Still, he felt as though everyone should get to have that wonderful feeling. No one deserved to have that feeling that they belonged nowhere, as he had until he was eleven. That led him towards the other changes he made.
He wanted to create a support system for those with nowhere to go in the magical world, for those being abused like he was, for magical orphans. He wanted there to be someone or something or someplace there for the children even if no one else was.
That reminded him of another change he wanted to make. He would make sure that propaganda would never be spit out of the mouthpiece of the magical world, the Daily Prophet, ever again. If the magical population of Britain would only have one information source, he would make damn sure that it never made the world crumble down on lies like it had his.
Harry Potter wanted to make the magical world his home, and feel like home for the others who were lost, like he, Severus Snape, and Tom Riddle Jr. Maybe that would cut down on the general dark wizardry in Britain.
She wanted to do it. Everything she'd seen for years and years, she would finally get to fix. Many didn't see it, but she always had. They called her odd, they told her she was too high-strung, that she was asking for too much. She preferred the term feminist.
What she wanted was to make things equal for witches and wizards, pure-bloods, half-bloods, and muggle-borns, and between magical-kind and mythical beasts that were now a part of her world.
She wanted to make a government that didn't have the problems that she observed a long time ago, before either of her admittedly male friends ever did. She wanted to end the corruption in the Ministry. Add checks and balances. Work for the greater good of the magical people. And maybe someday, if she was daring, propose revealing themselves to the muggle world.
Yes, it was gutsy, but no one said that she wasn't a gutsy witch. She knew what it was like to give up all her hopes and dreams and friends and her culture for the supposedly better muggle one. She knew of how muggles ruined Ariana Dumbledore's life. She knew they could avoid so much if they were in the open. Times were indeed changing, and she intended to keep up with them.
It had an awful long way to go, and it gave her a headache sometimes, but she was determined to get where she felt was the best for the magical world and the Ministry of Magic, her pride and joy that she had completely rebuilt from the ground up.
Hermione Granger needed a better government.
He didn't have to do it. Not like he was being forced to do it, exactly, but he was rather urged to. Not by his best friends, although they were grateful for the help, but by something else. It was the same little voice that told him to go back when he abandoned them to die on their quest to destroy You-Know-Who's source of power. One might call it his conscience.
His eyes had been opened to the problems she had always claimed was there, and he now knew, after suffering because of it. Merlin, he wondered why he hadn't listened to her before then on such subjects. Perhaps because he was quite stupid. Everyone knew that his O.W.L.s were only a result of luck and talent, not actual brains.
Back to the problems that he'd ignored, though. They made him question his morality and who he really was. It made him question his culture, the way he'd grown up. Sure, he didn't hate muggles, but he did look down on them, didn't he? Despite the fact that she was of muggle heritage? What kind of system was this?
Maybe his dad wasn't the nutter he always claimed he was. Maybe he had it right, practically worshipping muggle artifacts he could come across. After all, they were humans, just like he was, right? What made them so much more useless than wizards? After all, they had more than made up for it in technology.
Perhaps these were just ramblings, since after all, they did say that he'd cracked after the Horcrux Hunt. But still, they counted for something in his mind, and he wanted to complete the vision he had.
Ronald Weasley wished for peace.
