This is just a random fic. Hope you like!
The best day of our entire lives. That was how some people would put it. After years of torment, uncertainty and danger, we were safe. Saved by a baby! A little boy, not even one year old. The question foremost in our minds was 'How did he do it?' However, we were too thankful to question what had happened overly much. I, who had seen my home in ruins, the Dark Mark floating above it. I, who had stepped inside to see my husband and teenage daughter, dead, in our home. Killed for no reason except to prove that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had the power to kill. That his followers were power-crazy. And I knew that none of us would ever forget that day.
It had started as a day like any other. Wondering who would be killed, what would happen today. Then slowly, like a great wave breaking upon the wizarding community, the news spread. The Daily Prophet was delivered. Witches and wizards all over the country were out in the streets, in every town, spreading the great news. By nightfall, everyone knew. Celebrations ran riot. For this day alone, we risked exposure by Muggles of our long- kept secret. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now that You-Know-Who had gone. Finally, our lives were safe. All throughout the world, Harry Potter became an instant celebrity. We were safe!
That night, as we raised our glasses in a toast, we knew the worst was over. 'To Harry Potter-the Boy Who Lived!' we said in hushed voices, as one person. We were in awe, with tears running down our faces. It was almost too wonderful to believe.
But now, after a year of speculation, I know the truth. A year of wondering if Dumbledore was senile, if the Boy Who Lived really was insane. Now I know the truth. We have had 15 years of peace, and I am grateful for that much. Now we know. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back. We are all scared, all hesitant, constantly wondering what will happen, if the killings and the reign of terror will start again. I have only to ask the questions "Will the terror be worse? Will I lose people close to me once more? Will I suffer again?"
The best day of our entire lives. That was how some people would put it. After years of torment, uncertainty and danger, we were safe. Saved by a baby! A little boy, not even one year old. The question foremost in our minds was 'How did he do it?' However, we were too thankful to question what had happened overly much. I, who had seen my home in ruins, the Dark Mark floating above it. I, who had stepped inside to see my husband and teenage daughter, dead, in our home. Killed for no reason except to prove that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had the power to kill. That his followers were power-crazy. And I knew that none of us would ever forget that day.
It had started as a day like any other. Wondering who would be killed, what would happen today. Then slowly, like a great wave breaking upon the wizarding community, the news spread. The Daily Prophet was delivered. Witches and wizards all over the country were out in the streets, in every town, spreading the great news. By nightfall, everyone knew. Celebrations ran riot. For this day alone, we risked exposure by Muggles of our long- kept secret. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now that You-Know-Who had gone. Finally, our lives were safe. All throughout the world, Harry Potter became an instant celebrity. We were safe!
That night, as we raised our glasses in a toast, we knew the worst was over. 'To Harry Potter-the Boy Who Lived!' we said in hushed voices, as one person. We were in awe, with tears running down our faces. It was almost too wonderful to believe.
But now, after a year of speculation, I know the truth. A year of wondering if Dumbledore was senile, if the Boy Who Lived really was insane. Now I know the truth. We have had 15 years of peace, and I am grateful for that much. Now we know. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back. We are all scared, all hesitant, constantly wondering what will happen, if the killings and the reign of terror will start again. I have only to ask the questions "Will the terror be worse? Will I lose people close to me once more? Will I suffer again?"