Harry Potter: And Armageddon
~It's the end of the wizarding world as we know it~ (An after-Hogwarts fic).
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When Harry had been a fifth year, Professor McGonagall had questioned him about his career after Hogwarts. He's stated his interest in being an Auror; it was the only job he could picture himself doing. And he became just that, after three years of training; an Auror. And a very good one, too.
Ron was also an Auror, though they didn't see each other as often as he'd expected, working in the same occupation. Hermione was still trying to get people to take S.P.E.W. seriously. Harry laughed remembering how she tried to get other students to join. She never did get very far in school, though more people were curious about it now, like her newfound fellow magical-creatures activists. Anyway, she worked for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and *with* the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures on S.P.E.W.
Harry opened his eyes when the clock beeped out a tune from a popular new artist, Tsuki. It was seven thirty. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Luna. Fancy struck him; settling in an armchair, he pulled out a photo album from when he had attended Hogwarts.
Turning pages randomly, he saw a picture of Snape that Ron had dared him to take. Snape had been his least-favorite teacher at Hogwarts, where he still taught potions; his photo-self was glaring disagreeably up at Harry.
A few pages later was Neville standing outside one of the Herbology greenhouses; he taught at Hogwarts now, too, (Herbology, of course, the only thing he excelled in and really enjoyed) and was still nervous around Snape, though a little more composed.
And there were Hagrid and Fang, standing at the edge of the Forbidden (and much-entered) Forest. Harry had been in the forest so many times he lost count long ago, though the time he and Ron called 'the Aragog time' was one of the most memorable.
Enough reminiscing. He closed the album, hearing Luna get out of bed, and walked with her down the hall to the kitchen for breakfast.
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~End Chapter~
Yea! Done! I know this is going a little slow, but we want to 'set up the scene' before bouncing into action all hither-dither. The next chapter will see more character interaction and etc. Just hang on 'til then!
~It's the end of the wizarding world as we know it~ (An after-Hogwarts fic).
.
.
.
When Harry had been a fifth year, Professor McGonagall had questioned him about his career after Hogwarts. He's stated his interest in being an Auror; it was the only job he could picture himself doing. And he became just that, after three years of training; an Auror. And a very good one, too.
Ron was also an Auror, though they didn't see each other as often as he'd expected, working in the same occupation. Hermione was still trying to get people to take S.P.E.W. seriously. Harry laughed remembering how she tried to get other students to join. She never did get very far in school, though more people were curious about it now, like her newfound fellow magical-creatures activists. Anyway, she worked for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and *with* the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures on S.P.E.W.
Harry opened his eyes when the clock beeped out a tune from a popular new artist, Tsuki. It was seven thirty. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Luna. Fancy struck him; settling in an armchair, he pulled out a photo album from when he had attended Hogwarts.
Turning pages randomly, he saw a picture of Snape that Ron had dared him to take. Snape had been his least-favorite teacher at Hogwarts, where he still taught potions; his photo-self was glaring disagreeably up at Harry.
A few pages later was Neville standing outside one of the Herbology greenhouses; he taught at Hogwarts now, too, (Herbology, of course, the only thing he excelled in and really enjoyed) and was still nervous around Snape, though a little more composed.
And there were Hagrid and Fang, standing at the edge of the Forbidden (and much-entered) Forest. Harry had been in the forest so many times he lost count long ago, though the time he and Ron called 'the Aragog time' was one of the most memorable.
Enough reminiscing. He closed the album, hearing Luna get out of bed, and walked with her down the hall to the kitchen for breakfast.
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.
.
~End Chapter~
Yea! Done! I know this is going a little slow, but we want to 'set up the scene' before bouncing into action all hither-dither. The next chapter will see more character interaction and etc. Just hang on 'til then!