Harry's friends had stayed with him for the six days he was in hospital, and walked with him as he faced the public, as well as the reporters trying to get a statement from him about the events under the Ministry.
"You'll hear my story in the Quibbler." Was all Harry said to the ravenous reporters as he left the high security area of the Hospital, moving through a set of double doors that led to a fireplace, with the Twins and Charlie going through first, followed by Hermione, Blaise, Neville, Theo and Daphne, before Harry went through and Draco, Ron, Luna, Dudley, and Elias went through, with Sirius making his way through last.
"Did you mean it? Are you giving an interview for The Quibbler?" Luna asked excitedly.
"I mainly said it to disappoint the other reporters, though I do intend to take part in the interview, if you want me to."
"Of course, I'll go tell Daddy." Luna smiled and left, amusing Headmistress McGonagall with the girl's antics.
"Mr Potter, I must apologise for holding your friends back, if young Mr Hawthorn hadn't placed his ring on my finger then I probably would have failed to appreciate the urgency."
"Don't worry about it, I smashed the Prophecy and so I guess I will never hear it" Harry lamented the loss of the information but didn't regret destroying it.
"Professor Dumbledore left me his Pensieve and his many journals to help me with the job of running the school. I've been scrambling to absorb every piece of wisdom he has offered me, among that was his memory of the interview of Professor Trelawney, it had only the word Prophecy written on the side of the vial. I can find it myself, or I can tell you what it said."
"I think I'd rather hear it from you."
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies. These were the words that led your life on its path, though it wasn't entirely clear who the Prophecy spoke of, there were two candidates."
"Me." Neville whispered, his face pale and sweaty.
"Yes Mr Longbottom. You were the other possible choice." McGonagall placed her hand on Neville's, smiling sadly at him. "I'm so sorry."
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Neville responded and the group was dismissed.
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Lord Voldemort destroys small village, many fatalities reported. By Jonathan Michaels.
The small village of Little Hangleton in the North of England has seen prosperity the likes of which have never been seen before in the area, with dozens of new businesses being built and many more on the way.
That was until last night, six days after the fight under the ministry that resulted in the deaths of several Death Eaters and the destruction of hundreds of priceless and irreparable Prophecies, when the village was attacked by the insane Dark Lord Voldemort who blasted several buildings to rubble and burned down some of the factories.
There were an estimated eighty two casualties, with ten more people missing, and fifty injured. In the fifty-five years that I have been alive I don't think I've seen something so disgusting and grandiose as the attack last night.
This reporter questions what will come of this and doesn't wish to see any more bloodshed in the name of blood purity.
/_-^_^_-/
"I'm taking this war to him Harry, I am sorry if you don't wish to lose your Defence Professor but he has killed people I care about, people I've promised to defend and help. Now look at what has happened, I cannot be away from the village in a time like this."
"Do what you need to do, though if I may, I'd like to offer whatever financial aid I can provide, as well as helping you in the summer if needed. We will develop the inverse of muggle-repelling charms and make it so only certain wizards are able to enter the village."
"Your enthusiasm fills me with pride Harry, it is reassuring to know I won't have to do this alone."
"I think you should stay, sure you are needed in England, but I know you can have this dealt with in under a week, I believe in you."
"If you create that Wizard-repelling charm then I can return, though I am making sure I can immediately make my way between here and there."
"I understand Professor, good luck."
"Thank you, Mr Potter."
/_-^_^_-/
Harry was not happy, not happy at all, so to work that unhappiness out he was in the Chamber of Secrets, trying to figure out how to lock out anyone who isn't a Viper from communicating using the rings, as well as trying to build in a programmable Portkey to precisely puncture wards.
Knowing how difficult such a feat would be, Harry made sure to go in prepared, with the three hallows and the Diadem of Ravenclaw helping him to break past his limitations.
He brought more magic than he had ever handled before up throughout his body, pulling more and more into his hands than he thought possible, holding it there for several minutes just to revel in it. The strength in his body was addicting, Harry craved more, and more came to him, he knew he could become overwhelmed with the sheer volume of magic around him, potent enough to be felt in the castle above.
Just as he began to draw on the darker sides of magic, wanting to bolster himself with any power he could get his hands on in that moment, he heard an unfamiliar voice in his head and felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned to see Rowena Ravenclaw, who looked less physical than even a ghost, and heard her soothing words.
"Relax now Harry, your magical core isn't used to such exertion, grab my hands and let the magic flow out." The haunting visage of the founder of Ravenclaw House shocked him but he agreed, taking her hands and letting out a deep breath as the magic left his body and pooled before him.
The magic began to form into impossible shapes and colours seen only in a dream, before it split into twenty orbs, which melted into twenty rings, each one was unique and reflected the individual wearer of the ring.
Placing his ring on his finger, Harry gathered the rest together and placed them in his bag. When he looked around, Rowena was nowhere to be seen and yet her presence remained.