Chapter 8 - Year 1 ADV
I am sure you are expecting my first year out of school to be filled with exciting Auror training, drunken binges with Ron, or hunting down evil wizards.
Sorry, but the reality is I spent the summer safely ensconced in the privacy of The Burrow. I was actually under the Fidelious charm, as much as I trust it (and that's not very damn far). I spent my time learning a few tricks from Molly and Arthur. Mostly housekeeping and cleaning magic.
Ginny and I spent a lot of time together. About mid-August Ron and Hermione announced they'd be getting married. Quickly.
Arthur was overjoyed; Molly scolded them both, and then welcomed Hermione to the family. Then Ginny and I got "The Talk". God how embarrassing to have that kind of conversation, let alone in front of your girlfriend, from her parents no less. We didn't have intimate contact for a month afterwards, and even then we wound up busting up laughing and nothing actually happened.
Ginny was very, very good for me. She kept me out of trouble, no doubt about that at all.
So when did we 'become a couple'? Ahhh, to answer that we'd need to set the way back machine to 1996. (That's a muggle reference, sorry but to explain it would take too much time, and effort. Find a muggle-born and ask them.)
So September 1st, 1996 Ron and Hermione were holding hands and staring at one another all gushy like. To tease them, Ginny and I were doing the same thing. Suddenly, we stopped talking because we both saw it. We felt it, and it hit us like a run-away train.
Well, ok, the train hit a turn as we were doing kissy-faces, and Ginny lurched into me, next thing you know we were really kissing and god I didn't EVER want to stop.
We came up for air about a month later, well ok more like ten minutes or so, and Ron was sitting there with a huge grin on his mug and Hermione was looking positively scandalized.
Luna and Neville had arrived more or less to see the whole thing, and in that irritating way she has of speaking said, "Oh I just knew this would come to pass." It's spooky how she can sound SO much like Trelawney sometimes.
Well we spent the remainder of our time at Hogwarts, snogging or fighting, and you know something? Ron's right, the best part about a good row is that you get to snog at the end.
Well, following the summer and a horribly teary and sappy goodbye to Ginny (who by the way I saw every Hogsmeade weekend and holiday), Ron and I tromped off to the Academy.
So what's it like in Auror Academy as Harry Potter? Much like anywhere else really. There's this shocked 'Blimey! That's Harry Potter!' and eventually everyone calms down and I become 'Harry Potter, that bloke in third row.'
We spent our first month in heavy physical training. It's amazing what certain spells and potions can do to accelerate the process of getting into shape, but even so, these potions and spells DO need certain physical activity to keep them powerful. Once we got into shape maintaining it was paramount.
The next several months were spent learning spells, potions, and physical combat. Apparently at some point a muggle-born joined the Aurors and was able to defeat any instructor by a unique combination of martial arts and magic. This particular form of magic and physical combat made the special services Aurors quite formidable.
I'll give you three guesses where Ron and I were sent. The first two don't count. To her credit, Mai, the fore-mentioned Auror, was not taken aback by the shining example of my physical presence. No, she seemed undaunted to teaching a demi-god, and proved it by slapping me around the training center personally. Every day. For several months at a time.
To this day I hate her guts.
She did however instill in Ron and myself a very solid foundation in her personal style of martial arts, and a deep appreciation for the art itself. I just wish she hadn't been so hard on me. Ron never was half as bruised as I was. He claims it's because of the two of us, he had the thinnest head. I assure anyone who will listen that it was because she had a thing against me.
Following potions, physical training, spells and my own personal hell, we went straight into law. I know now who taught Professor Binns. His name is Scholar-Auror Philippe Jord. S-A Jord made Binns' classes seem full of life, exciting, and riveting.
Did you know it's illegal to use levitation charms to dump water on someone? Did you know the punishment is 20 lashes in the center of the square, and you had to stay there for three days until the public had their fill of taunting you with dumping no more than a tankard of water on your head? We have some damn stupid laws. S-A Jord knows all about them, and he'll happily tell you hours and hours more horribly exciting laws like that one still on the books that have yet to be repealed. Have him over sometime as a party guest. He can entertain you for hours and hours..
Yeah, it was dull at parts, it was hell in parts, but over all it REALLY wasn't much more difficult than anything else I had done. When it was over, Ron and I left the training facility with a two month leave.
That was June eighth. Hermione was already at The Burrow, and had been for several days. While Ron and I complained of the indignities heaped upon us, Hermione smiled, nodded appreciatively and said nothing on the topic, so we in turn dropped it.
That night Ron and Hermione had a glorious reunion. I'm surprised that they managed to get a silencing charm up. Must have been when they forgot that spell. Hermione insisted that she never had messed up a charm, and it must have been Ron's fault. Whatever, they are married and have a couple of kids now, and are model parents with equally model children.
Now, Ginny and I got married a few months after Ron and Hermione's rather hasty date, not for any other reason than we really saw no point in waiting. Ginny joined the Aurors, and spent the next 8 months in training. She too is very tight lipped about everything that goes on at work.
So how do I deal with it? Honestly I know Ginny, and trust her completely. I don't WANT to know what she does all day. On the other hand it makes for interesting nights.
"Ginny, would you like to go out to the Three Broomsticks tonight?"
"Sure Harry, let me floo mum and see if she'll take Mark and Meg for a couple hours."
Ginny talks to her mum, who agrees to watch the kids, heck any chance Molly has at watching her 'dear angels'. Well, anyhow.
"Ok, let's go and see what trouble we can stir up."
We walk into the pub and a charming man of twenty something walks up to us and chats to Ginny like an old friend. I immediately hate the man, and am looking for a clue to who he is, they talk in all pronouns, no names are ever said.
This naturally irritates the hell out of me, and I wind up getting Ginny royally brassed at me because I'll interject completely nonsensical statements like "He said we shouldn't do THAT kind of thing." into their conversation.
"Harry! You know that is irritating! Stop it."
Or better yet I'll start telling stories from work, like about the witch who addled herself and was stalking up and down Diagon Alley covered herself in pumpkin pie filling and not a stitch of clothing, and gobbling at people. We think she was an American, but we aren't sure really. It's good for a laugh or two at headquarters, but her co-workers seem unimpressed.
So I find out Mr. Charm is an Unspeakable, just like Ginny and Hermione. Then, all of a sudden Mr. Charm realizes who I am, and the proximity I am to Ginny, and my use of "My dearest wife." (That's subtle Potter hints for you.)
His eyes go round, and he begins the hero-worshipping stage of being in the presence of my magnificence. He then mumbles some vague apology and scrambles off to find someone who is truly impressed by his status.
Ginny turned to me and noticed me brushing the hair back over my scar. "Harry James Potter!" I get slapped on the arm, and she is moody until I apologize and take her someplace special for a decent dinner, and dancing.
That's the great Potter suck-up in action. Fine dinner and dancing. Works every time. Ginny turns to putty, and we wind up apologizing to Molly for not picking the kids up until the next morning, and sometimes not until late the next morning depending on how well things went the night before.
Well, anyhow so the end result of this was a flat in Hogsmeade (where I caught my two best friends ah, shall we say ill-prepared for visitors), and less than a year later found those two married and house hunting, and Ginny and I to live in the flat until she found out she wasn't suffering from the flu.
We found a perfectly lovely cottage in the country, by the coast actually, and bought it.
That night we spent in the new house was to be the last night we ever spent there. We were attacked in the middle of the night. We had both been foolish; we had allowed the relative peace to lull us into believing we'd ever be able to live a normal life. There were only two of them and they simply were no match for me, let alone me with Ginny backing me.
I took them in with me the next morning, Ginny arrived at the questioning and 'officially made this a case for the Unspeakables'. Normally this would really rankle me. I hate it when those oh-so-smug bastards come in and take our prisoners.
That day it was worse than normal. Mr. Charm was there, looking all spanking neat and holding an official looking document. Ron looked it over and 'accidentally' set it on fire. Ginny didn't appreciate it, and explained that the attack had been made on an Unspeakable, and was therefore their jurisdiction. I retorted that it had also been made on an Auror, and therefore made it our case.
I actually felt a small amount of pity for the attackers. At one point we offered to divide them up, the Aurors kept the top and the Unspeakables the bottoms. Had they not been silenced I am sure they would have been screaming their story out, but actually I wasn't interested in that.
Well, things degenerated until it turned into a full blown Weasley family argument that wasn't stopped until someone called in Hermione and Mr. Charm was removed from the room. Well, and someone used a stunning spell.
I was then informed that Mr. Charm was Ginny's partner, and that any further attempts by me to intimidate or look up his information would result in my summary expulsion from the Aurors.
Mr. Charm and I have a long history of not liking one another. The problem is, Ginny seems to be in the middle all of the time, on one hand she is defending her partner from a husband who honestly could mop the floor with his pretty face. On the other she is a loving and caring wife, and mother and I know she wouldn't do anything behind my back.
I still don't like him. I've known him for six years, and I still hate him.
That first summer I had the rather difficult task of burying Albus Dumbledore. He had named me executor to his estate, and left me a certain number of items that I needed to care for.
I got his Pensive; in it he left me a message. It was his side of the events that tore us apart. I spent several hours considering everything he left me, and now I understand. I have not fully forgiven Albus, but I believe we are on better terms now.
I have the benefit of being able to consult with him, so to speak, on a number of matters. Mr. Charm was one of them. You'll never guess who happened to know his real name. Mr. Charm was apparently just a year behind us in Ravenclaw. I never knew the git then, but he knew me, and he had had his eye on Ginny since her and I had gone out. He just never found time to be alone with her. Until training that is.
I still hate him.
However, for sake of decency and some semblance of interdepartmental well being I won't give out his name. However, and I KNOW he's reading this, because some anonymous white owl delivered a copy to him. Not that I had anything to do with it, just a reminder pal. I'm married to her, so back off.
Well, the end result of the Famous Harry Potter, and his wife the Unspeakable, was that we needed to be under twenty four hour protection by an Auror. Who better than one Ron Weasley, partner to the afore-mentioned Famous Harry Potter, and brother of the afore-mentioned Unspeakable. With the dubious honor of having another Unspeakable at the same time.
So it was that we left our lovely dream cottage by the sea, and bought a rather good sized house that with all the charms turned it into a complete maze. The house itself is a defense system. We don't actually live there, but it looks as if we do. No children play outside on the swings and in the sandbox, though it appears as if the toys are regularly moved, and the clutter shifts about seemingly on it's own.
Actually it's house elves; specifically Dobby and Winky. They consider it a privilege to keep our secrets and to make sure that the "Potter Estate" appears lived in.
In reality we live elsewhere, I'll not really say where, and the fact that I personally incarcerated the last of the Death Eaters. Well, after they got out of the hospital I am assured they'll go to jail. Though I doubt they will be leaving that part of St. Mungo's anytime soon.
Perhaps Malfoy can keep the Longbottoms company, I just wish he could remember more than the previous five minutes of his life. Damn shame about that memory charm, Ron assures me anyone could have made the same mistake.
So who haven't I talked about? Alice and Frank Longbottom are still in as bad a shape, they seemed oddly indifferent to me telling them about Neville. Though it tore me up inside.
I visit them on the holidays. Neville's gran has gotten to the point I am sure they will be sharing a room soon. I had them upgraded to a private wing of the hospital. They are talking of calling it the "Potter Wing" as so many people are there through grace of Sirius Black's inheritance.
Oh yes there were piles and piles of Galleons there. Still are actually. Piles of Galleons, and even though the fund supports some fifty people, the goblins assure me that there is more than enough to maintain the fund indefinitely. Sirius would have loved the irony.
The ministry settled with the Black estate for falsely imprisoning Sirius, and paid the amount to me. It was just more gold to heap in the Gringotts account by that point. Blood money that I wanted nothing to do with. Ron and Hermione sat me down and explained that blood money or no, it was money to ensure my children never went to bed hungry or cold.
They are VERY good at persuading me to do things. Or, in this case not to do things. So the money from the Ministry sits in Grongotts split into three neat groups. One for Megan Potter, one for Mark Potter, and the other third is paying the bills on the house we live in with Ron and Hermione.
Oh, and a final note on this chapter if I may, and I may. I don't mind notes from friends inviting me to weddings, birth announcements, death announcements etc. But if we never spent more than fifteen minutes together, I don't want a Christmas card, a gift for either my birthday or Christmas. I don't need any more reminders of the day Voldemort died, trust me; it's etched on the forefront of my mind. And I don't wish to dedicate a statue, bridge or shopping mall.
It's not that I'm not honored, really, but I just want to be Harry Potter, Auror, father, husband, and son-in-law. I don't wish to be a celebrity. I just want to live my life, and be anonymous.
I am sure you are expecting my first year out of school to be filled with exciting Auror training, drunken binges with Ron, or hunting down evil wizards.
Sorry, but the reality is I spent the summer safely ensconced in the privacy of The Burrow. I was actually under the Fidelious charm, as much as I trust it (and that's not very damn far). I spent my time learning a few tricks from Molly and Arthur. Mostly housekeeping and cleaning magic.
Ginny and I spent a lot of time together. About mid-August Ron and Hermione announced they'd be getting married. Quickly.
Arthur was overjoyed; Molly scolded them both, and then welcomed Hermione to the family. Then Ginny and I got "The Talk". God how embarrassing to have that kind of conversation, let alone in front of your girlfriend, from her parents no less. We didn't have intimate contact for a month afterwards, and even then we wound up busting up laughing and nothing actually happened.
Ginny was very, very good for me. She kept me out of trouble, no doubt about that at all.
So when did we 'become a couple'? Ahhh, to answer that we'd need to set the way back machine to 1996. (That's a muggle reference, sorry but to explain it would take too much time, and effort. Find a muggle-born and ask them.)
So September 1st, 1996 Ron and Hermione were holding hands and staring at one another all gushy like. To tease them, Ginny and I were doing the same thing. Suddenly, we stopped talking because we both saw it. We felt it, and it hit us like a run-away train.
Well, ok, the train hit a turn as we were doing kissy-faces, and Ginny lurched into me, next thing you know we were really kissing and god I didn't EVER want to stop.
We came up for air about a month later, well ok more like ten minutes or so, and Ron was sitting there with a huge grin on his mug and Hermione was looking positively scandalized.
Luna and Neville had arrived more or less to see the whole thing, and in that irritating way she has of speaking said, "Oh I just knew this would come to pass." It's spooky how she can sound SO much like Trelawney sometimes.
Well we spent the remainder of our time at Hogwarts, snogging or fighting, and you know something? Ron's right, the best part about a good row is that you get to snog at the end.
Well, following the summer and a horribly teary and sappy goodbye to Ginny (who by the way I saw every Hogsmeade weekend and holiday), Ron and I tromped off to the Academy.
So what's it like in Auror Academy as Harry Potter? Much like anywhere else really. There's this shocked 'Blimey! That's Harry Potter!' and eventually everyone calms down and I become 'Harry Potter, that bloke in third row.'
We spent our first month in heavy physical training. It's amazing what certain spells and potions can do to accelerate the process of getting into shape, but even so, these potions and spells DO need certain physical activity to keep them powerful. Once we got into shape maintaining it was paramount.
The next several months were spent learning spells, potions, and physical combat. Apparently at some point a muggle-born joined the Aurors and was able to defeat any instructor by a unique combination of martial arts and magic. This particular form of magic and physical combat made the special services Aurors quite formidable.
I'll give you three guesses where Ron and I were sent. The first two don't count. To her credit, Mai, the fore-mentioned Auror, was not taken aback by the shining example of my physical presence. No, she seemed undaunted to teaching a demi-god, and proved it by slapping me around the training center personally. Every day. For several months at a time.
To this day I hate her guts.
She did however instill in Ron and myself a very solid foundation in her personal style of martial arts, and a deep appreciation for the art itself. I just wish she hadn't been so hard on me. Ron never was half as bruised as I was. He claims it's because of the two of us, he had the thinnest head. I assure anyone who will listen that it was because she had a thing against me.
Following potions, physical training, spells and my own personal hell, we went straight into law. I know now who taught Professor Binns. His name is Scholar-Auror Philippe Jord. S-A Jord made Binns' classes seem full of life, exciting, and riveting.
Did you know it's illegal to use levitation charms to dump water on someone? Did you know the punishment is 20 lashes in the center of the square, and you had to stay there for three days until the public had their fill of taunting you with dumping no more than a tankard of water on your head? We have some damn stupid laws. S-A Jord knows all about them, and he'll happily tell you hours and hours more horribly exciting laws like that one still on the books that have yet to be repealed. Have him over sometime as a party guest. He can entertain you for hours and hours..
Yeah, it was dull at parts, it was hell in parts, but over all it REALLY wasn't much more difficult than anything else I had done. When it was over, Ron and I left the training facility with a two month leave.
That was June eighth. Hermione was already at The Burrow, and had been for several days. While Ron and I complained of the indignities heaped upon us, Hermione smiled, nodded appreciatively and said nothing on the topic, so we in turn dropped it.
That night Ron and Hermione had a glorious reunion. I'm surprised that they managed to get a silencing charm up. Must have been when they forgot that spell. Hermione insisted that she never had messed up a charm, and it must have been Ron's fault. Whatever, they are married and have a couple of kids now, and are model parents with equally model children.
Now, Ginny and I got married a few months after Ron and Hermione's rather hasty date, not for any other reason than we really saw no point in waiting. Ginny joined the Aurors, and spent the next 8 months in training. She too is very tight lipped about everything that goes on at work.
So how do I deal with it? Honestly I know Ginny, and trust her completely. I don't WANT to know what she does all day. On the other hand it makes for interesting nights.
"Ginny, would you like to go out to the Three Broomsticks tonight?"
"Sure Harry, let me floo mum and see if she'll take Mark and Meg for a couple hours."
Ginny talks to her mum, who agrees to watch the kids, heck any chance Molly has at watching her 'dear angels'. Well, anyhow.
"Ok, let's go and see what trouble we can stir up."
We walk into the pub and a charming man of twenty something walks up to us and chats to Ginny like an old friend. I immediately hate the man, and am looking for a clue to who he is, they talk in all pronouns, no names are ever said.
This naturally irritates the hell out of me, and I wind up getting Ginny royally brassed at me because I'll interject completely nonsensical statements like "He said we shouldn't do THAT kind of thing." into their conversation.
"Harry! You know that is irritating! Stop it."
Or better yet I'll start telling stories from work, like about the witch who addled herself and was stalking up and down Diagon Alley covered herself in pumpkin pie filling and not a stitch of clothing, and gobbling at people. We think she was an American, but we aren't sure really. It's good for a laugh or two at headquarters, but her co-workers seem unimpressed.
So I find out Mr. Charm is an Unspeakable, just like Ginny and Hermione. Then, all of a sudden Mr. Charm realizes who I am, and the proximity I am to Ginny, and my use of "My dearest wife." (That's subtle Potter hints for you.)
His eyes go round, and he begins the hero-worshipping stage of being in the presence of my magnificence. He then mumbles some vague apology and scrambles off to find someone who is truly impressed by his status.
Ginny turned to me and noticed me brushing the hair back over my scar. "Harry James Potter!" I get slapped on the arm, and she is moody until I apologize and take her someplace special for a decent dinner, and dancing.
That's the great Potter suck-up in action. Fine dinner and dancing. Works every time. Ginny turns to putty, and we wind up apologizing to Molly for not picking the kids up until the next morning, and sometimes not until late the next morning depending on how well things went the night before.
Well, anyhow so the end result of this was a flat in Hogsmeade (where I caught my two best friends ah, shall we say ill-prepared for visitors), and less than a year later found those two married and house hunting, and Ginny and I to live in the flat until she found out she wasn't suffering from the flu.
We found a perfectly lovely cottage in the country, by the coast actually, and bought it.
That night we spent in the new house was to be the last night we ever spent there. We were attacked in the middle of the night. We had both been foolish; we had allowed the relative peace to lull us into believing we'd ever be able to live a normal life. There were only two of them and they simply were no match for me, let alone me with Ginny backing me.
I took them in with me the next morning, Ginny arrived at the questioning and 'officially made this a case for the Unspeakables'. Normally this would really rankle me. I hate it when those oh-so-smug bastards come in and take our prisoners.
That day it was worse than normal. Mr. Charm was there, looking all spanking neat and holding an official looking document. Ron looked it over and 'accidentally' set it on fire. Ginny didn't appreciate it, and explained that the attack had been made on an Unspeakable, and was therefore their jurisdiction. I retorted that it had also been made on an Auror, and therefore made it our case.
I actually felt a small amount of pity for the attackers. At one point we offered to divide them up, the Aurors kept the top and the Unspeakables the bottoms. Had they not been silenced I am sure they would have been screaming their story out, but actually I wasn't interested in that.
Well, things degenerated until it turned into a full blown Weasley family argument that wasn't stopped until someone called in Hermione and Mr. Charm was removed from the room. Well, and someone used a stunning spell.
I was then informed that Mr. Charm was Ginny's partner, and that any further attempts by me to intimidate or look up his information would result in my summary expulsion from the Aurors.
Mr. Charm and I have a long history of not liking one another. The problem is, Ginny seems to be in the middle all of the time, on one hand she is defending her partner from a husband who honestly could mop the floor with his pretty face. On the other she is a loving and caring wife, and mother and I know she wouldn't do anything behind my back.
I still don't like him. I've known him for six years, and I still hate him.
That first summer I had the rather difficult task of burying Albus Dumbledore. He had named me executor to his estate, and left me a certain number of items that I needed to care for.
I got his Pensive; in it he left me a message. It was his side of the events that tore us apart. I spent several hours considering everything he left me, and now I understand. I have not fully forgiven Albus, but I believe we are on better terms now.
I have the benefit of being able to consult with him, so to speak, on a number of matters. Mr. Charm was one of them. You'll never guess who happened to know his real name. Mr. Charm was apparently just a year behind us in Ravenclaw. I never knew the git then, but he knew me, and he had had his eye on Ginny since her and I had gone out. He just never found time to be alone with her. Until training that is.
I still hate him.
However, for sake of decency and some semblance of interdepartmental well being I won't give out his name. However, and I KNOW he's reading this, because some anonymous white owl delivered a copy to him. Not that I had anything to do with it, just a reminder pal. I'm married to her, so back off.
Well, the end result of the Famous Harry Potter, and his wife the Unspeakable, was that we needed to be under twenty four hour protection by an Auror. Who better than one Ron Weasley, partner to the afore-mentioned Famous Harry Potter, and brother of the afore-mentioned Unspeakable. With the dubious honor of having another Unspeakable at the same time.
So it was that we left our lovely dream cottage by the sea, and bought a rather good sized house that with all the charms turned it into a complete maze. The house itself is a defense system. We don't actually live there, but it looks as if we do. No children play outside on the swings and in the sandbox, though it appears as if the toys are regularly moved, and the clutter shifts about seemingly on it's own.
Actually it's house elves; specifically Dobby and Winky. They consider it a privilege to keep our secrets and to make sure that the "Potter Estate" appears lived in.
In reality we live elsewhere, I'll not really say where, and the fact that I personally incarcerated the last of the Death Eaters. Well, after they got out of the hospital I am assured they'll go to jail. Though I doubt they will be leaving that part of St. Mungo's anytime soon.
Perhaps Malfoy can keep the Longbottoms company, I just wish he could remember more than the previous five minutes of his life. Damn shame about that memory charm, Ron assures me anyone could have made the same mistake.
So who haven't I talked about? Alice and Frank Longbottom are still in as bad a shape, they seemed oddly indifferent to me telling them about Neville. Though it tore me up inside.
I visit them on the holidays. Neville's gran has gotten to the point I am sure they will be sharing a room soon. I had them upgraded to a private wing of the hospital. They are talking of calling it the "Potter Wing" as so many people are there through grace of Sirius Black's inheritance.
Oh yes there were piles and piles of Galleons there. Still are actually. Piles of Galleons, and even though the fund supports some fifty people, the goblins assure me that there is more than enough to maintain the fund indefinitely. Sirius would have loved the irony.
The ministry settled with the Black estate for falsely imprisoning Sirius, and paid the amount to me. It was just more gold to heap in the Gringotts account by that point. Blood money that I wanted nothing to do with. Ron and Hermione sat me down and explained that blood money or no, it was money to ensure my children never went to bed hungry or cold.
They are VERY good at persuading me to do things. Or, in this case not to do things. So the money from the Ministry sits in Grongotts split into three neat groups. One for Megan Potter, one for Mark Potter, and the other third is paying the bills on the house we live in with Ron and Hermione.
Oh, and a final note on this chapter if I may, and I may. I don't mind notes from friends inviting me to weddings, birth announcements, death announcements etc. But if we never spent more than fifteen minutes together, I don't want a Christmas card, a gift for either my birthday or Christmas. I don't need any more reminders of the day Voldemort died, trust me; it's etched on the forefront of my mind. And I don't wish to dedicate a statue, bridge or shopping mall.
It's not that I'm not honored, really, but I just want to be Harry Potter, Auror, father, husband, and son-in-law. I don't wish to be a celebrity. I just want to live my life, and be anonymous.