10 YEARS LATER
Harry Potter left his new office and strode through the Aurors' cubicles. He laughed as he saw their new dartboard, the Daily Prophet front page proclaiming, "Shacklebolt names Harry Potter the youngest head Auror ever at 27." The betting pools for front page covers had died out long ago. The media's interest in Harry never seemed to be satiated, reminding him of dementors once again.
As he entered the office of his new boss, the Director of Magical Law Enforcement, she motioned for him to sit down. "Well, Potter, you're in a somewhat sticky situation. You will need to show that you deserved this promotion at such a tender age. Some of the older Senior Aurors in particular feel your appointment is favoritism."
"And I know," Harry interrupted, "It's all based on what you do now, not what was in the past, even if you did end the Second Wizarding War."
"Or even if you are 'Master of Death,'" she interrupted back.
"That's just a rumor." She raised her eyebrow at him.
"Don't worry. I've won the Aurors over once. I can do it again."
"People underestimate you at their own peril. It should be fun to watch."
THE END