Unexpected
By KingOfThing
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Harry brushes off things one too many times. Probably cliche.
Set in 1 year after defeat of Voldemort.
Whispers. An annoyance, it pressures Harry only by a bit, but not by much.
Events. So-called "Fun Experiences" are actually like a roller-coaster that tries to kill you. Yet again, he brushes it off.
Public. A ball to the stomach. Harry has to struggle to push the pain down. But still, he hides it.
Fame. It's like being on a crowded train with no ventilation. Harry struggles to breath as yet another aspect is loaded on him.
Living. The biggest obstacle in Harry's life. No one thanking him. He expected a huge thank you for all he did, but was kicked down and stomped on.
Harry curls up in his bed as he thinks of all this. There was a knock at the door. What the hell were people doing here at this time? It was what... Ten-thirty? He gets out of his bed to go get the door.
Ministry official? What did they do now?
The person clears their throat.
"The Minister decrees, "To you who has defeated Voldemort, please kindly be in my office as soon as possible. Regards, Corker Philstone, The Minister."
"I'm sorry, but what in the absolute name of Merlin's shaggy long beard hair does the Ministry want with me now?" Harry sighed.
"I have no idea. I'm just an owl turned into a human."
There was a loud poof. A pile of clothes and a large owl was sitting at his doorstep.
"What the hell just happened?"
Harry went back to bed, muttering about how therapy would do well for these people.
The next day, Harry left for the Ministry after getting prepared for the meeting. He threw the floo powder into his fireplace.
"The Ministry, Minister's office!" Harry shouted at the fireplace.
A passing muggle oddly stared at Harry, it looked like Harry was just shouting at a wall.
Harry bursted out of the fireplace... And went flying straight head first into the Minister's very-hard refurbished marble desk.
"Ah. Hello Harry. Quite the entrance." The Minister said with a slight smirk on his face.
Harry's face now sporting the color red found on a disarming spell, replied, "So. What's the problem now?"
"Ah. Well, you see... As you're quite famous..." Harry snorted. "There are rumors about you. This rumor though, says all you've done is use people, and then throw them away. And it's starting to get quite popular now."
The Minister finished with a strained smile.
Harry thought, "Eh, I'm sure I can handle this." And... Put the cherry on top of the chaos inside.
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Harry blew up.
What did you expect? It says unexpected. This is obviously a crack fic. My first time writing one too. It's fun.