Prologue
As the sun set on that day, there was more than a meal and friendly chatter going on in the unique village's midst. The unique part about this village you ask? It is the only wizarding community in Britain. As if this wasn't enough to be called strange, there was also a certain person residing in a certain hidden cottage and doing some serious thinking on the edge of this quaint little village called Hogsmeade. This person, only one year ago, had held the fate of, essentially, the world in his hands. This person was a certain young man named Harry James Potter.
Harry Potter was 18 years old but seemed much older to everyone surrounding him. He was around 6'1'', had extremely untidy jet black hair since he hadn't combed it for days, green eyes that had recently become significantly duller, and a small scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead that had changed his and many other people's lives forever. He had gotten this scar from a wizard named Voldemort, also known by few as Tom Riddle. Harry had been the only person ever to survive who Voldemort decided to kill. Harry also happened to be the only person who could kill this power-hungry wizard. Only a year ago, Harry had defeated Tom Marvolo Riddle, one of the most evil human beings, not mention wizards, of all time. Harry had escaped within an inch of death in that last fateful duel.
*Flashback*
"Harry! You did it!", someone yelled.
"He's gone forever!", another whooped.
"Do you know what you've done? You've saved hundreds of lives! Harry? What's wrong?" Lupin asked as he pulled Harry into a tight embrace and then seeing his glazed-over face. Remus pulled Harry into a corner so they could be alone.
Harry simply said, "He's dead."
"I know, your parents and Sirius would have been so proud."
"Not Voldemort, someone else."
*end of flashback*
Harry had collapsed at this point and did not regain consciousness until a week later. The duel had tooken nearly all of his physical and mental strength.
Harry had stayed in hiding recently because there were still a few Death Eaters loose and they wanted nothing more than to kill The Boy Who Lived. Not that Harry wouldn't have chose to hide anway, that is. He definitely didn't want to be around a whole bunch of people. These last six months, after the six months it had took Harry to make plans for hiding and to fully recover, had given him time to really think about what had happened in the last couple years and to even further drift away from everyone. Everyone that was left, that is. He wondered why he had been so stupid at school and wished that he had never gotten into silly fights with Hermione and Ron, and savored every little warning or good luck pawprint from Sirius. He had lost his godfather a little over three years ago and should've been at least partly over it by now, but he wasn't. It was as painful, if not even more, than ever. At least before he hadn't had so much time to think about it. But over the last couple months he had been cooped up in this cottage a lot. Now he knew how miserable and useless Sirius must have felt not being able to help.
And he also missed Ron and Hermione terribly. At least they had died together. They had finally started dating in the sixth year. But he hadn't had such time for petty things like dating in those last two years at Hogwarts. He regretted that very much now. He had been completely consumed with the prophecy and seeking revenge for his godfather's horrible death. Hopefully the death hadn't been so horrible for Sirius. Often harry had dreams about their deaths. He found it very hard to sleep now and very frequently used a Dreamless Sleep potion to help since he could do magic anytime now. At least now Sirius was with Harry's father. Maybe even someone else. Harry had never asked Sirius if he had ever been in love. This was one of many questions that Harry wished he had asked Sirius.
Maybe he would ask Remus about Sirius later. Since Sirius had died Lupin had stepped into that fatherlike role. They had lived together for the past several months as Lupin slowly helped Harry to fully regain his health. In exchange, Harry used the money that Fred and George had made him take from their business to finally find a cure for werewolves. It had tooken around five months but it was worth it. Lupin was actually looking better than ever but Harry had hardly noticed since he was so preoccupied most of the time; lost in thought about what he had done wrong.
The hardest hit to the wizarding world in general, was the tragic loss of Albus Dumbeldore while saving Harry's and therefore, essentially everyone's lives. This was who Harry had been talking about when he had come out of that horrendous cave. Thhis death had made him, is possible, feel even more guilty and torn. Dumbledore had been more than a mentor; he had been a friend. Sadly Dumbledore's wise words would be never heard again from him.
Fortunately, Harry had many people that were trying to help him get through this tough time. Neville, Cho (who Harry was just friends with), Colin Creevey, the Weasleys, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Parvati and Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, Alicia, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Hagrid, and Lupin had kept Harry from drifting away completely. But since Hagrid was in France helping Madam Maxime, Fred, George, Lee, and Lupin were the closest to him now since he saw them almost everyday. The others were closer to him than before, but Harry didn't keep in touch with them much.
One person Harry had not seen in a while was Ginny. Nobody knew where she was or if she was even alive. She had left to help the Order soon after Voldemort's defeat and Ron and Hermione's deaths. No word of her had reached them for nearly a year. She had been in the Alps trying to catch the few remaining Death Eaters.
For Harry, the way he now distracted himself from all of this was the business. Lucky for him, Fred, George, and Lee had finally agreed to let him do the financial work for the joke shop about three weeks ago. He was at the one in Hogsmeade from 7 AM (when the store opened) to 8 PM (when it closed) no matter how hard Fred and George tried to convince him not to. They now had two locations for the store and would soon open a slightly different store for Muggles in London called "It's Like Magic : A Store Full of Tricks That'll Leave Your Friends Flabbergasted." Harry managed the finances because it was the only thing that would distract him deeply enough.
If someone didn't rescue Harry Potter soon, he might lose his true and wonderful personality for ever. Thankfully, someone would.
As the sun set on that day, there was more than a meal and friendly chatter going on in the unique village's midst. The unique part about this village you ask? It is the only wizarding community in Britain. As if this wasn't enough to be called strange, there was also a certain person residing in a certain hidden cottage and doing some serious thinking on the edge of this quaint little village called Hogsmeade. This person, only one year ago, had held the fate of, essentially, the world in his hands. This person was a certain young man named Harry James Potter.
Harry Potter was 18 years old but seemed much older to everyone surrounding him. He was around 6'1'', had extremely untidy jet black hair since he hadn't combed it for days, green eyes that had recently become significantly duller, and a small scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead that had changed his and many other people's lives forever. He had gotten this scar from a wizard named Voldemort, also known by few as Tom Riddle. Harry had been the only person ever to survive who Voldemort decided to kill. Harry also happened to be the only person who could kill this power-hungry wizard. Only a year ago, Harry had defeated Tom Marvolo Riddle, one of the most evil human beings, not mention wizards, of all time. Harry had escaped within an inch of death in that last fateful duel.
*Flashback*
"Harry! You did it!", someone yelled.
"He's gone forever!", another whooped.
"Do you know what you've done? You've saved hundreds of lives! Harry? What's wrong?" Lupin asked as he pulled Harry into a tight embrace and then seeing his glazed-over face. Remus pulled Harry into a corner so they could be alone.
Harry simply said, "He's dead."
"I know, your parents and Sirius would have been so proud."
"Not Voldemort, someone else."
*end of flashback*
Harry had collapsed at this point and did not regain consciousness until a week later. The duel had tooken nearly all of his physical and mental strength.
Harry had stayed in hiding recently because there were still a few Death Eaters loose and they wanted nothing more than to kill The Boy Who Lived. Not that Harry wouldn't have chose to hide anway, that is. He definitely didn't want to be around a whole bunch of people. These last six months, after the six months it had took Harry to make plans for hiding and to fully recover, had given him time to really think about what had happened in the last couple years and to even further drift away from everyone. Everyone that was left, that is. He wondered why he had been so stupid at school and wished that he had never gotten into silly fights with Hermione and Ron, and savored every little warning or good luck pawprint from Sirius. He had lost his godfather a little over three years ago and should've been at least partly over it by now, but he wasn't. It was as painful, if not even more, than ever. At least before he hadn't had so much time to think about it. But over the last couple months he had been cooped up in this cottage a lot. Now he knew how miserable and useless Sirius must have felt not being able to help.
And he also missed Ron and Hermione terribly. At least they had died together. They had finally started dating in the sixth year. But he hadn't had such time for petty things like dating in those last two years at Hogwarts. He regretted that very much now. He had been completely consumed with the prophecy and seeking revenge for his godfather's horrible death. Hopefully the death hadn't been so horrible for Sirius. Often harry had dreams about their deaths. He found it very hard to sleep now and very frequently used a Dreamless Sleep potion to help since he could do magic anytime now. At least now Sirius was with Harry's father. Maybe even someone else. Harry had never asked Sirius if he had ever been in love. This was one of many questions that Harry wished he had asked Sirius.
Maybe he would ask Remus about Sirius later. Since Sirius had died Lupin had stepped into that fatherlike role. They had lived together for the past several months as Lupin slowly helped Harry to fully regain his health. In exchange, Harry used the money that Fred and George had made him take from their business to finally find a cure for werewolves. It had tooken around five months but it was worth it. Lupin was actually looking better than ever but Harry had hardly noticed since he was so preoccupied most of the time; lost in thought about what he had done wrong.
The hardest hit to the wizarding world in general, was the tragic loss of Albus Dumbeldore while saving Harry's and therefore, essentially everyone's lives. This was who Harry had been talking about when he had come out of that horrendous cave. Thhis death had made him, is possible, feel even more guilty and torn. Dumbledore had been more than a mentor; he had been a friend. Sadly Dumbledore's wise words would be never heard again from him.
Fortunately, Harry had many people that were trying to help him get through this tough time. Neville, Cho (who Harry was just friends with), Colin Creevey, the Weasleys, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Parvati and Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Lee Jordan, Oliver Wood, Alicia, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Hagrid, and Lupin had kept Harry from drifting away completely. But since Hagrid was in France helping Madam Maxime, Fred, George, Lee, and Lupin were the closest to him now since he saw them almost everyday. The others were closer to him than before, but Harry didn't keep in touch with them much.
One person Harry had not seen in a while was Ginny. Nobody knew where she was or if she was even alive. She had left to help the Order soon after Voldemort's defeat and Ron and Hermione's deaths. No word of her had reached them for nearly a year. She had been in the Alps trying to catch the few remaining Death Eaters.
For Harry, the way he now distracted himself from all of this was the business. Lucky for him, Fred, George, and Lee had finally agreed to let him do the financial work for the joke shop about three weeks ago. He was at the one in Hogsmeade from 7 AM (when the store opened) to 8 PM (when it closed) no matter how hard Fred and George tried to convince him not to. They now had two locations for the store and would soon open a slightly different store for Muggles in London called "It's Like Magic : A Store Full of Tricks That'll Leave Your Friends Flabbergasted." Harry managed the finances because it was the only thing that would distract him deeply enough.
If someone didn't rescue Harry Potter soon, he might lose his true and wonderful personality for ever. Thankfully, someone would.