Harry stays awake all night thinking of what to do.
For Harry has a problem. He is haunted with visions of Earth in the near future. One where Earth becomes an ecumenopolis, a world city. Where every inch of the planet is covered in skyscrapers miles high.
And alien species from throughout the galaxy make up the majority of the population. Where foreign governments order their species in Earth to vote or act for that nation's own benefits.
Harry sees a struggle, between power and normalcy.
Harry sees a vision for a solution. For instead of being like a planet, Earth becomes like a star.
Harry wants Earth to be like a star of normalcy. Those that land on it, no matter how they act, how they give charity back to their home worlds, will be seen as cultural traitors. To be metaphorically burned up.
But just like a star, there is a goldilocks zone of habitability, where the rest of the galaxy can orbit around Earth, soaking in its normalcy.
Earth can be the cultural center of the galaxy. But those that migrate to Earth, could be seen as cultural traitors.
No matter what costumes they continue to wear, or what charity they give, or how they vote that pleases their home worlds: they are traitors. Earth becomes their new norm, and they start beaming that new norm back to their home planets, like a ray of light from a star.
Harry envisions a world where only the powerful will have access to Earth. But Earth does not respect power. It respects normalcy. And Earth will overrule power. It will overrule all their holy books with names of its followers. All their fantasy books with names of its followers. All its authors with names of its followers. Harry will normalize even the most sacred practices of any alien species. And 51% of the names will be his, Harry.
Harry wants the new immigrants to eventually turn into the dumpy Ghenther. To deny science and helping the group in return for a sense of normalcy. To betray their own nation. To want to return to their home world as if they are something special, as if there should be a separate nation cut out all just for them. Or to return to buy up royal titles, to be better than those that stayed behind.
If Earth is to become an ecumenopolis, it will be one with hundreds of thousands of countries, filled with dumpy Ghenther; all with their own stupid version of normalcy that denies a greater good. From blindly accepting obviously violent migrants with terrorists in them, to having private healthcare, a toxic financial system, having coal fumes everywhere day and night, having very dirty rivers and feces in streets, volatile food prices, a gun culture, or even just having a terrible climate. Each country on Earth has some damaging norm that is faithfully thought to help them, with all evidence to the contrary.
That is the normalcy that Harry strives for, in this brave new world.
Harry wakes up the next day and heads for the Great Hall, to meet up with Draco and Neville and the rest of his band.
They have Charms next, and are learning a new spell. "Are you ready for Charms" said Ron. Harry is about to respond when he notices Headmaster Dumbledore walking down the hall to the exit.
"Just on minute, I want to talk to the Headmaster". Harry rushed off to follow Dumbledore, catching up to him right at the exit to the Great Hall.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, may I ask you a question? It is about my scar."
Dumbledore slowed down to listen to Harry.
"The person who gave it to me, Voldemort, what was he like? What was his family like?"
"An unusual question. Tom was a bright student, and handsome to boot. But his magical family were the opposite, poor, and dare I say not that bright. As how could a wizard with such talents as Parseltongue wind up being poor for so long? They hated money."
"They knew parseltongue? I though parseltongue was a Potter trait?"
"What. No no no, Parseltongue is a dark trait, one that Tom is infamous for."
"Oh."
Dumbledore gave Harry a piercing look. "Is that all, Harry."
"Yeah, I guess it is. Thanks."
"No problem my dear boy." And Dumbledore walked off in a rush.