Not a tool
My first time publishing fanfic online. Please review. I apologize for grammar and spelling, English is my third language and I don't really have much opportunity to use it (at least before now).
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Ten years have passed since that fateful day. By fateful day I don't mean the Battle of Hogworts, but what went down exactly 3 months later in the Wizengamot, the day Harry Potter dropped of the face of the earth and I came into being.
The Wizengamot, which declared itself as newly reformed based on the values of those who opposed the forces of darkness, was just the same old bunch of power hungry politicians.
There more things change, the more they stay the same. We who fought the battles, who bled, who lost friends and loved ones were to become someone's tools once again. It was determined that every one of us should pledge our loyalty not to the Ministry but to the Wizengamot and be ready to be called up for service every time it was needed. Well, it was that or losing our magic. In the end even my votes didn't count, too many on the Wizengamot where to entrenched to really enact change and no one wanted to lose their power.
Before I stormed out of the chamber I declared: "It seems it was all for nothing, all the blood, all the tears, all the dead. You bunch of old meddling men, you want to use us, to use me,as just another set of tools for your own personal gain. I won't be part of this travesty. I'll never ever again be someone's tool."
Famous last word.
As I stormed out of the chamber I was greeted by a gentleman with a strange accent. He presented himself as a representative of a foreign Government and told me he had a proposition for me. At that point I really had much left to lose anyway.
He invited me to Gringotts Bank where he had paid for a secure chamber so that we could talk freely. In the end the proposition was that they could make me disappear, get me a new identity, get me trained and get me a safe place to stay where no one will ever find me. They just had 2 conditions, the first one was leaving behind everything and everyone forever, the second was becoming the country's solution to complex problems, both of the magical and the non-magical kind. Next I was told, that the Wizengamot was debating about striping me of of my titles, my magic and my possessions due to my non compliance, so I've had to decide fast.
I realize now, that I don't really thought about it back then, I just accepted on the spot. After that it was a blur, Goblins running around to monetize my assets and transfer everything out of the country, re-routing every piece of mail addressed to me to a furnace at Gringotts and last but not least the disappearance of my name from every official record. In the end the Goblins got their claws in taking 25% of everything, but I didn't care back then nor I care now, I got what I wanted. I got out.
With my new identity I was gone for every practical purpose. The Wizengamot voted to strip me of my titles, my magic and my possessions, only to be informed by Gringotts, that there was no one with the name Harry Potter on their ledgers nor there were possessions associated with someone with that name held in their accounts. As I didn't existed every more they couldn't take much more than titles.
They are still searching for me. Alas not with much success it seems.
My new home was and still is a nice place. Upon arriving the learning curve was very steep. I was trained in many things. I learned things I never considered before.
While I've always abhorred violence, it seems that violence has taken a liking to me. Once it's got it's hooks in it never let me go. Violence can come in many forms and the physical and magical one strangely isn't the one by far that does the largest damage. Words, yeas word are a weapon that can be used an wielded to bring down most opponents and can bring about the best results. As a last resort there is always the option to use overwhelming force. As soon as I accepted this I felt that I could really live my live.
In the last 10 years I've moved to every part of the country becoming the government's fixer extraordinaire, mostly talking my way around or through problems. I'm married, I've got kids, 'Ive got a nice home, I don't think I could get any more than this out of life.
But in the end I've come to a final realization, I'm still a tool, even if on my terms. You can change masters, but like it or not, you'll always end up being someone elses tool.