Harry Potter. After Book Seven
As told through the eyes of Molly Weasley.
"Children, children, settle down!" Professor Binns slurred as the afternoon sun crept into the sticky History of Magic classroom. "I have a special treat for you, for your essays on Harry Potter." The class suddenly froze and gazed at Professor Binns as if the impossible had happened. A special treat? Did they hear the old ghost properly? "I have decided to let Mrs Molly Weasley, the mother of Potter's best friend to talk to you about the Harry she knew. I hope you treat her with respect, she'll be here in about five minutes." Then there was a knock at the great thick oak door, a small girl near the front gave an excited squeal, and Professor Binns declared her to come in.
Molly Weasley was a plump woman, and from the blank expressions on the children's faces, this was no lie, Professor Binns had actually given them something useful for their essays.
"Mrs Molly Weasley children. I hope you will find her information extremely helpful!" Molly yawned behind a wrinkly, plump hand, and brushed her grey hair out of her brown eyes. She coughed, and the class was transfixed…
"I saw him as my son, not my youngest son's best friend. But as a son, one of my children, and he saw me as the mother he never had.
Harry always got along with us, despite his inner problems, he kept his cool, and made sure those he loved, were safe, and that no Voldemort would kill them.
He would sacrifice himself if necessary, he'd rather die then have to see his friends die before him.
Of course Harry had no family, his friends were his family, and he would never abandon them ever.
Harry kept Ron and Hermione by his side at all times, they were the trio, they were powerful, they could not separate (not that wanted to), they were united. You could never find friends as loyal as these, not even a Hufflepuff.
But, yes, that three lettered word, more powerful then Adava Kedavra, but he has changed.
It brings a tear to my old eyes when in think about Harry now. He didn't die, his torso is still alive and kicking, but his personality changed.
It didn't change for the best; it didn't change for the worst. It went. Poof vanished, his mind wasn't obliviated like poor Gilderoy Lockhart's, but he now has no personality, unless you can count loving thy self to the extreme, leaving your friends to go on a quest of finding how famous you can be.
I think Harry has five children, Pamela, Henna, Jeannie, Josef, and Yves. He never sees them, he is too busy making out with other ladies, and at this second I heard he is dating Jenna Weird, one of the Weird Sisters…
I haven't told you how he decided to abandon the good things in his life, to go out to explore and grab the fame he has been holding since he was one year old, have I?
No, but trust me I'll tell you sometime kids, maybe this week, next week, maybe in June, maybe in a few years, or maybe I won't tell you at all…
But take my word, kids, Harry Potter ain't all fantastic now, so put down those quills and start writing about a real wizard or witch, don't write about the Life of Harry Potter as an essay for your History of Magic class, write about two people who have achieved the best, those are Ronald Weasley or Hermione Granger, the Minister for Magic." Molly closed her old eyes, and stood up from the old chair.
"Well, applause for Mrs Weasley, if you will!" The class started at Mrs Weasley continually, and did not take their gaze from her; they'd never heard such a review about such a famous man before… They were first years, they didn't understand. They admired Harry Potter, but were confused. They wanted more…
"Next week children, and I hope you've changed your minds about Potter by then." Molly waved goodbye to the children and to Professor Binns, and left the classroom with out an other word.
"Professor, sir, was that source reliable or biased?" Professor Binns, though dead, had the expression of a petrified person on his transparent, milky face. "Professor? Is it reliable, or biased?" The girl squealed again, her hand pointing to the ceiling.
"Sorry Miss Calpurnia Finch." Calpurnia put her hand down, Binns got her name right, now she was in slight shock, he usually called her by her last name, which got wrong; Fitch, Fonche, but never called her Calpurnia Finch… "It's not biased, nor reliable, Mrs Weasley has told us a very good account. She better come next week… My…"
The class started scribbling down their essay in silence, all wondering whether to write about Granger, or Weasley their Ministers, or write about Harry Potter… They wanted to hear more of Mrs Weasley's account, like, I am sure you do…
Author's Note.
"It's not about the book anymore, it's about the film." Carrie Walsh.
Admit it, no one seems to care about the amazing books derived from British Literature, it's the film… So I write this, as this, if Harry Potter has survived Voldemort's killing rampages, would turn out to be.
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Thank you.
Golden*Faerey.
