Chapter Ten-&Ampersand&
The Wizarding World, while things were much better than they were under Fudge or Scrimgoer, is still not perfect or entirely clear of prejudice. The hero won and then abandoned them, or that is how Harry's leaving was perceived by the pen of Rita Skeeter. Harry triumphed and then he left, he went off somewhere out of the immediate vicinity of the British wizarding world. No matter that Harry left to find himself and heal from the horrors of warring against evil since the tender age of eleven. Harry was not outright bad mouthed, but some had questions about why he left. His friend's tried to explain it, Neville having the best resources to respond being the primary Harry Defender. Harry's appearance with Hermione at Ron Weasley's wedding sparked uproar about Harry anew, previously it had died down.
Harry returning to the muggle world where witches and wizards were clueless on how to find him let him escape the uproar, but his old friend's did not.
Ron was accosted by thousands of owls, and not all well wishers, so much so that his mail now has to go through a special sorting service typically reserved for the politicians, wealthy, and the famous and the reviled of his world. Yes that is how Voldemort survived his mail all those years. Neville, Ginny and Luna also received lots of post, but not to the extent that Ron did, Harry did in fact appear to see Ron. Hermione received a bit, but as she has also been scarce in Wizarding public life she was marginally left alone.
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Dennis Creevey laughed as he and his fiancée sorted through the mail they were receiving. He could tell Ginny was getting frustrated.
"Why can't these bloody morons send all of this to Harry? Has he made his flat unplottable or something? Anything?"
"Dear, he lives as a muggle, he and Hermione probably have a block on owls. Hermione also has a box for them at the post office in Diagon. Also could you imagine a postman reading a letter addressed to: Harry Potter, Muggle Place. I don't think the statutes of secrecy would survive, what with its weakening from the war and all."
"Denny that was years ago now!"
"Gin, don't say that, we can't forget. We have to be vigilant so nothing like that will happen again!"
"I know, I know."
"I know things seem to repeat, with Grindelwald and Hitler before."
"Who?"
"You know your homeschooling was awful! Come on your father is in the muggle affairs office and you didn't learn any muggle history?"
"Come on, we've had this spat before."
"I know, its bloody ridiculous you didn't learn shite about the second world war on the muggle side."
"Oh that guy."
"I think you, my love will be getting muggle or magical with lots of muggle information books for every birthday for the rest of our lives."
"Is it really that important?"
"Yes, it's the history of the greater world in which we live. Its damn important. I've been thinking.. When, when we have children can we send them to muggle schools or at least integrated schools? I want them to have a broader background then the general magical populace."
"You mean the purebloods right?"
Dennis nodded. "But Mum was great…"
"But you missed so many essential things, Gin, your lucky you know the difference between a verb and a noun."
"What and what?"
"There's my point."
Ginny blinked at him, "Fine, fine."
"Well, when our children learn, you will too!"
Ginny just chuckled at her love, who grinned back at her.
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Luna Lovegood actually wanted to see Harry and Hermione, regardless of the post she received for Harry. She wanted to see her friend's again, see how they are, what their lives are like now, how they are progressing. If they are truly happy or just posing for show, then again Luna thought, they were both always horrible actors. She believed that both are now happy and content and Luna for one wanted to revel in the happiness of her friends, both free from albatrosses hanging around their necks for once. One real and dangerous, the other created by incessant worry.
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Neville Longbottom did not have to go through his owl post, being in Auror training it was sorted out and brought to him. Well usually that was the case, not this time, no not this time, this time Neville received his normal post plus a list of other items of mail he was receiving, a self updating list! Bloody hell, he thought, the wankers are certainly sending an avalanche at Harry, he sure is lucky he doesn't receive his own owl post.
Junior Auror Longbottom sent a message to the mail clerk, to destroy any mail sent to him for Harry Potter, unless it was from a list of certain people that Hermione had provided to Neville way back when.
If it had not been such a busy time in his training, Neville would have attempted to visit his old friends and get some of the essential post to Harry, then again there probably was not any truly important post in the batch.
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Harry and Hermione, while all the post to Harry was flying about were oblivious and safe in Australia and their London flats. Finally they were settling into the new flat now that the trip to Australia and retrieval of Hermione's Parents and their former lives was complete.
Hermione and her parent's relationship will take much time to heal, but the olive branches have been offered and accepted. Lives will be resumed and routines and friends will be reunited. Her parents will forgive her fully eventually.. or so Harry hoped… Perhaps once they have a grandchild? He wondered and then awoke in his musings to his conscience mind saying NO, WAIT, NOT FOR AWHILE YET. Though he did think he is the happiest he has ever been and wants to prolong that for as long as possible. Happiness suited him.
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Hermione is in a library studying for the upcoming term. She wanted to get a head start so she could have plenty of time to slack off during the year with Harry. She knew that no matter what she would study hard but also pair that with plenty of procrastination. After years of being the best and working her bloody arse off for it, she finally learned to find a middle ground. She knew that studying is not life, that she had to live a life outside of her textbooks, she had that now, finally. Life is not worth living if there is no play to mediate the work… Plus with the new middle ground she is still at the top of her class. That above all makes everything just dandy.
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AN: Thank you all for the reviews for the last part.
This was written while listening to Amanda Palmer's solo album.. she's the singer/piano player for The Dresden Dolls, a brilliant band. …. The title of the chapter is inspired by a song title on Who Killed Amanda Palmer, but not relating to the song at all.
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This will probably be the last chapter for a bit, I need to start researching my paper topics and begin the process of writing those… You pretty much only got this one because my foot is killing me and I have an exam I can't concentrate for in Archival Management tomorrow. I'm a Public History minor if you are wondering why I'm taking that class.. History major, Art minor too.
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I know this is a random chapter.. but someone wanted to see Ginny.. so I give you everyone instead.. Hope you all enjoyed. You could say the reviews kept this fresh in my mind, again thank you.