Explanations of the Past

For some reason, on the day that Harry Potter should arrive back to his old school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it should rain and there should have to be a horrific storm, just to make his entrance more dramatic. And this was so. The thunder storm had started at about midnight and the rain was pattering so hard on to the window's that hardly any one in Gryffindor tower could sleep at all as they were in the highest part of the whole school.

Though of course certain pupils couldn't sleep anyway. One young fifteen year old girl by the name of Louisa Delaney knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep due to the excitement of being able to see her hero for the first time in her life.

She was five when The Second Wave' (Voldemort's second coming, if you will, when he once again reined over the entire Wizarding world, causing fear to all) was finished once and for all by Harry Potter. She was five when her parents had been killed in what was known as The Worst Wave,' where over two thousand witches and wizards were killed in three days by the three most dangerous curses that the Wizarding world, at that time, possessed (though Harry Potter had since made that number a nice, round four). And she was five when she was taken in to care, surrounded by a number of elder wizards and witches and also younger wizards-and-witches-to-be in their later life. She knew about the Wizarding world, and so, couldn't wait until she was eleven and was able to learn magic for herself.

She had a lot to thank Harry Potter for, along with the rest of the Wizarding world.

He had managed to get the rule of underage wizards and witches using magic changed. There now must be a trial to see why the magic was used and indeed if it was the person who used magic or some other being (Harry Potter taking the example of Dobby, the Malfoy's house elf, now ex, in to consideration) and also the circumstances must be looked in (In his fifth year when he had to used the Patronus Charm against two dementors to protect, unwillingly, his cousin Dudley). It was also allowed that simple spells and charms could be used as pupils trained for their new school year, so as everyone was up to date and had a lot of time to practice before they learnt the why's and how's of each spell.

It was also due to Harry Potter that students could practice the Dark Arts and any Wizarding school, as it was deemed important that students should understand how Voldemort came to be so powerful and how come no body could stop him. Though on to each wand was put a Ferucia Dorrentor charm, which meant that no body could perform the spell outside of a designated classroom, making sure that never again could any one perform any of the Dark Arts spells to harm another.

As well as all of that no one ever had to fear any more, they had no reason to, no one could ever get hurt or killed again, the Unforgivable Curses were as good as gone, and though each wand and each person had the potential for powerful evil if Harry Potter had no demanded the Ferucia Dorrentor charm, they were no longer a threat.

Though of course all of this had come at a price.

He would gladly any day give up his fame and fortune just to once more hear the voice of his friend Ron Weasley, so as they could laugh immaturely at some stupid joke, or come up with a plan to rid the world of any harmless evil, such as Severus Snape or Draco Malfoy. But something had happened to Ron that Harry could not stop thinking about every waking day of his life. Something that he could not bare to think about but could see every time he shut his eyes and every time he slept. He could not remove the image of Ron being put under the Imperius Curse and made to do the most dreadful things imaginable

He would also gladly give up all of the Wizard money just to hear once more the other Weasley's talking about how disappointed with Fred and George they were for setting up a joke shop, or how pleased they were with Pig, Ron's owl, for finally learning to land with out crashing in to everything. Just silly things that Harry loved and smiled at, could no longer be heard for all of the rest of the Weasley's were now completely out of their minds and kept away from harming others and indeed themselves in the only Wizarding hospital in England.

Still, Harry counted himself lucky, he still had Hermione Granger, and they had become closer than ever since it was only the two of them. Hermione had be his rock for months after the final day, when Voldemort was finally killed. He doubted that he could go on any more without Ron in his life and with the closest family he'd ever know, the Weasley's, to cheer him up. But somehow Hermione had made Harry strong again and though Harry shied away for almost two years after defeating the Dark Lord,' and convinced him that he had to do something with his life, as it wasn't over yet and he was one of the lucky one's.

Hermione had only survived because she was hidden away. Albus Dumbledore, head of Hogwarts at the time, had tried to make sure that, should the worst happen he needed the smartest people to be kept safe as the Ministry would need all the help they could get. He knew Harry was by far strong enough to look after himself. Harry's fourth year had proved that. And though frustrated that he was that he couldn't be with both Hermione and Ron, and though Hermione was annoyed that she couldn't help Harry plan and fight against Voldemort, it was the way it was, and no one could change it. After all, Albus Dumbledore was a wise Wizard and, very rarely, was wrong.

When Voldemort was finally killed Hermione rushed out of the place of hiding, which not even she knew where it was because as soon as news was out that he was dead she ran out of the door that was locked all of the time, turned around her to see where she was and the door had gone. She apparated to Harry's side and was with him when the Ministry came to prove the news and was with when he answered questions and was with him, right by his side, when he gave up wanting to live and just hid away from everyone and everything.

He had been through a lot, but she was there.

It took him a long time to come to terms with what had happened and even longer to realise that he had done a good thing. Not used to having the feeling that he had actually killed somebody in side him he went in to shock and expected to be punished. Instead he was loved.

Now living his life as though he felt he was only living a half life, Harry had decided that it was time to teach people the valuable lessons he had learnt. He didn't want to become a teacher but instead to give lectures. It had taken him nine long years to pull himself almost to what he was before and then a year to get permission. The council weren't too keen on him spilling the beans on what his life was really like but then he convinced them that people had to know, and so, finally, they gave in.

Harry knew where he wanted to go first, Hogwarts. To visit the place where he had spent some of the best and worst times of his life. To explore the forbidden corridors, knowing that a certain caretaker wouldn't threaten to have him kicked out of school before he could say Quidditch Tournament.' And to visit teachers without having to learn, but instead to have a mutual conversation about the weather.

Louisa Delaney, along with the rest of her school mates adored Harry Potter beyond belief. He had done so much for the Wizarding world that he, do them, was like some amazing being that couldn't possible be just a normal wizard but something else, something ultra amazing.

But he, Harry claimed, was just a normal Wizard who was so lucky and unlucky at the same time.'

And at last, the day everyone had been waiting for, rain and thunder or not, news was flying round quicker than Blast Ended Skrewts could grow, that Harry Potter was in fact in the building.

To Be Continued

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