Harry Potter. After Book Seven
Harry Potter walked out of the Muggle nightclub in London town and stared up at the flashing banner that said "Steak." He shook his head, everything was hazy, he was sure he walked into the "Streak" Nightclub… Nonetheless, he stumbled down the road and bumped into someone. "Aren't you going to say sorry?" The person who Harry bumped into said, a slight cockney accent was hidden under his Upper Class English accent.
"Oi? D'you wanna fight or summat?" Harry muttered, not looking at the man, but infact trying to focus on where the next bar was.
"No! Sorry, but I recognise you from somewhere, do I know you?" The man grabbed Harry's shoulder as he was going to walk in to the Millenni Bar.
"Sorry mate I don't know you, and would you excuse me, I'm having a night out!" Harry waved his hands in front of his face and joined the small queue to go in to the Bar.
The man looked intently at Harry, and remembered something "Could I see your forehead? Please?" He asked, looking Harry in the bloodshot eyes.
"No! Go and chat up someone else!" The man was not going to give up easily, he had to see his forehead, so he grabbed Harry's fringe and yanked it up.
"HARRY POTTER!" A few girls clad in gold sequin halter neck tops stared at Harry.
"Yes, and what? You're not a bloody journalist are you?" Harry murmured, and avoided the man's intent gaze.
"Don't you remember me?" The Upper Class accent dropped, the man was talking like a proper cockney from the East End of London.
"Er, no!" Harry folded his arms, turned around and winked at one of the girls wearing a gold sequin top.
"Merlin's Beard! It's me, Ron Weasley!"
"Ron?-"
"Weasley, your best friend from Hogwarts! You can't have forgotten! What's happened to you Harry? You're as pissed as a donkey's arse!"
"My arse." Ron rummaged in the pockets of his Muggle suit and pulled out his wand.
"Over there. Now." Harry nodded; he wanted to know what all this was about, so he thought following this bloke called Ron's instructions would do him good.
Ron pointed his wand at Harry and whispered something. Harry's eyes suddenly became alert and vivid. He was now sober.
"Merlin's Beard… My head…" Harry rubbed his head and looked at Ron, and nearly jumped out of his skin. "RON WEASLEY!" He yelled, getting back to his senses.
"Typical drunk can't remember the night before, even if it was five minutes ago."
"I've never been drunk in my life!" Harry chortled, rolling his eyes at Ron.
"You just were Harry, you've spent the last ten years, a drunk, this must have been the first time you've been, sober!"
"Where'd you get that from?"
"The papers." Ron gave Harry a dark look, and handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet. "That is, if you can still read!"
"I can read, you think I can be thirty years old and illiterate?"
"It's possible, for you anyway." Harry read the headlines and his mouth opened slightly.
"I don't believe your stupid bloody mother!" Ron narrowed his eyes and punched Harry on the nose.
"Don't insult my mother, after all she's done for you!" Ron yelled, blood rushing to his face, anger pumping out from fists.
"She's ruined my life!"
"No, you ruined your life! You discovered that you were actually famous, and used it for women and money! I knew you hadn't changed." Ron shook his head, and felt a lump in his throat; he tried to let it pass. He was burning up with anger. "Can't wait to tell Hermione, Esme and Kara what a disgusting individual you truly are!"
"Esme, Kara?"
"Our daughters, but you were to drunk to even congratulate us, you weren't even there on our WEDDING DAY, YOU WERE DRUNK! PISSED!"
"I don't believe you, I can't have missed ten years of my life."
"LIFE? YOU HAVE NO LIFE!" Ron took a deep breath. "YOU HAD A LIFE! YOU USED TO BE A NICE PERSON!"
"I can change Ron."
"Oh how many women have said that?"
"I'm not lying Ron. Magic may have made me sober, but I can use willpower to make sure I won't be drunk, ever again."
"Willpower?" Ron laughed, "You lost that when you turned twenty-one.
"Ron, please. I want to be us three again, you, Hermione and me. I never knew I was this bad, I had drinks, but I never thought I was drunk." Harry sniffled, and hit himself in the ribs.
"I'll help you. For old times sake. You can stay with us until you sort this problem out, Hermione wont like it, Esme and Kara wont like it either. They're clones of their mother."
"Thanks."
"Yeah, well, come on then." Ron nodded towards a sleek red Volkswagen New Beetle.
As they were driving down an empty street in South London, Harry burst into tears. "I really need help Ron."
"And you'll get it. Me and Herm are the richest Wizarding family in the country." Harry nodded and closed his eyes.
Author's Note
I am a Harry Potter fan, a very big one in fact, and Harry Potter isn't just hearsay to me, it's fantastic literature.
I used the first two chapters as a metaphor for the whole Pottermania, because it's to much, the Media are exposing it too much, and many people are quite sick of the hype, and wished they were back to normal, like in the Nineties, pre-Pottermania. I am not the only person who thinks this, Sirius Potter does, and I am thankful for that.
The only thing about the books which I don't like, is Harry's personality, but I guess you can't get along with everyone in life, then we wouldn't be in War.
Golden*Faerey.
