I'd like to say, I hate people who don't leave at least an email in there reviews, as did this person:
From: anonymous( )
You
said that you are in college? Wow. I would expect someone
in
college
to know that the word is spelled "fifteen." Also,
"fifteenth."
Just
a little something I think a college attendee might want to know.
Other
than your terrible grammar and spelling, the story is very good.
Okay, so you like the story.. yet... your going to insult me for neglecting to use spell check, well I'm sorry, that I have more pressing matters to attend to then every grammatical and spelling error in a fucking fanfic... I'd like to say, my English papers, psych. papers, and last term history and political science papers took much more precedence in what I'll spend my time on.. My story I'd say is doing pretty damn good, with only a twice over done by me, when I write it, re-read and type. Writing for me is a way to help me unwind, or relax before going to sleep... which is not an easy thing to do where I live. I'd like to add, I neglected spell check for much of this story and have only picked it up the past 5 chapters... I usually check when I post the chapters, but when someone else does, like chap. 10 it gets lost in the process, because it is not me posting. My spelling is usual quite good, I just have troubles with some words, or there's always that thing called a typo! And Mister or Miss anonymous if you'd really like to see some horrifying grammar, look else where on this site, because compared to some, mine is perfection. Enough of this! On with the chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Four-The Return
On the morning of December first, Harry went to the Ministry of Magic, cloaked in a hooded black robe and wearing tinted glasses.
He waited in line like everyone else, deposited his wand for inspection and the guards jaw dropped at Harry's nod (confirming it is indeed him), but said nothing, gave Harry his wand back and let him through without fanfare.
Harry took the lift along with the queue of ministry employees. He exited on the floor containing the office of the Minister of Magic.
He followed the signs till her reached the Ministry's secretary's desk. She looked up at the cloaked man oddly and asked lazily, "Do you have an appointment?"
"I do not, but, my business with the minister should not take more then few minutes," Harry replied gently.
"I'm sorry Sir, but if you do not have an appointment, I can't let you see him."
"Miss, does Harry Potter need an appointment?" He asked quietly.
Her eyes widened at his name in shock and confusion, "But, Harry Potter is dead," she replied flatly, though just as quiet.
Harry lifted his bangs to reveal his infamous scar.
Her eyes bulged and she rang the minister, got up and went inside his office. Not a minute later, she ushered Harry into the office as she went back out to her desk.
"Minister, how are you?" Harry greeted coolly.
"Your alive? How can I be so sure that you are Harry Potter?"
"My scar, my want.. you can even do a blood test if you wish."
"A what?"
"Nothing."
"Take off you hood and why the shaded glasses?"
"Because I'm supposed to be dead, Minister," But Harry did as the Minister asked and tapped his glasses with his wand, making the return to normal.
"I am who I say I am, Minister," Harry confirmed this by lifting his bangs to reveal that mark of glory and despair once again.
"Bless my soul! How did you survive? Where have you been hiding?"
"That Minister is between me and myself and has nothing to do with you."
"You'll officially now be declared and pardoned, though the monetary amount awarded to you has already been paid to your named heir. I am sorry about this, Mister Potter."
"Good."
"There's nothing I can do about the money now."
"I don't care about the money, Sir."
"I have an offer for you, Mister Potter."
"And what's that, Minister?"
"How would you like to rejoin the ministry as an Auror again?"
"Absolutely not, Sir. I cannot, will not accept that offer. I resigned before my imprisonment and that was my decision, and it is done."
"I'll release a press release of our mistake about your death, Mister Potter."
"You do that Minister, Good day."
"Good day, Mister Potter," the Minister replied and Harry went out the same way he came in, hooded and anonymous.
Next Harry apparated to Ottery St. Catchpole to pay a visit to the Lovegood-Weasley residence.
He arrived at the apparation point for the Quibbler and walked down the block to Ron and Luna's, and he knocked upon the door.
Luna answered the door, Harry put down his hood and stepped inside, hugging Luna. "Hello Luna, How are you?"
"Fine, Thank you. How are you?"
"Better then ever," Harry smiled, "Is Ron home?"
"Ronald is indeed home."
"Can I see him?"
"Of course, wait here. I'll send him out."
Harry could here through the wall, "Luna who was it?"
"Go and see, Ronald."
"But who is it?"
"Go see for yourself."
"Fine," and Ron came into the entrance way.
Ron Weasley stopped dead in his tracks, "HARRY?"
Harry grinned, "Ron."
The old friends embraced. When they were done hugging, Ron stepped back and said, "I have just one thing to say to you, Harry."
"Fire at will."
"You bastard!" And he punched Harry in the face.
Harry winced, before replying, "I deserved that, but did you have to punch the already messed up side of my face?"
"Sorry mate."
"Don't be. So what was that for?" Harry asked.
"For not telling me you were alive and Patrick! And."
"And what?"
"I can't say the And part because I'm not sure if it's happened."
"Yes Ron, Hermione and I are together now."
"Good and you better treat her right," He was cut off.
"Or you'll kick my arse."
"Spot on."
"Ron, what are you and Luna doing tomorrow evening?"
"I don't know."
"Are you free?"
Ron poked his head into the next room and called, "Luna, do we have plans for tomorrow?"
"No, Ronald," she called back.
Ron turned to Harry, "We don't."
"Good, and round up the rest of your clan, tomorrow seven o' clock pm at the Hog's Head. Seamus did say he wanted paying customers. See you tomorrow, then, Ron." And Harry went out the door and back down the street and apparated home.
Sitting on the couch talking to Hermione, sat Remus J. Lupin, whom Harry had not laid eyes on in almost a year. Harry opened the door from the entrance way and entered the living room.
Hermione saw him first, "Harry, how did it go?"
"The bastard had the gall to offer me a job!"
"Harry?" Remus asked in shock.
"Remus, Congratulations!" And Harry pulled the older man into a standing position and hugged him.
"Thank you Harry and Congratulations to you as well!"
"What for?"
"Escaping Azkaban, living... among other things," Remus winked.
Like what?" Harry asked with a grin.
"You and Hermione," he winked again, beaming.
"Remus, what are you and Tonks doing tomorrow at seven?"
"Morning sleeping, evening nothing that I know of."
"Good, come to the Hog's Head for dinner... for a gathering."
"To greet you friends?"
"Yes."
"Harry, how did you survive?"
"That's... for me to know."
"Okay, if you were your father or Sirius, I'd think you were concealing a massive prank."
"Well, you could consider it that, because the ministry thought I was dead," He grinned.
"We all thought you were dead."
"Not everyone, Mooney... two knew of my life.. but shall remain nameless. Hermione, did you floo or owl, Neville and."
She cut him off, "I owled Neville and flooed," this time she was cut off.
"So are they both coming?"
"Yes."
"Excellent."
"Remus," Hermione called.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"Could you please keep the news about Harry and myself private?"
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of betraying your trust."
"See, Harry you shouldn't have been so frightened."
"Frightened of what?"
"You finding out he was alive."
"I just didn't want too many people to know... or figure out, because Remus, you would have sniffed me out and Luna realized... and Hermione, when did Ron figure it out?"
"Oh... after you left in October.. and what happened to your face?"
"Ron."
"How?"
"He hit me."
"Why?"
"I deserved it."
"Okay, I'll take your word on it."
"Hermione did you floo Seamus for me tomorrow?"
"Yes, he's reserved a hall for me."
"Excellent, he has no idea right?"
"Not one."
"Where did Remus go?" Asked Harry.
"Just went out the front door."
"Oh. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Thank you, Hermione. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything, today, Everyday."
Well that was rather sappy, laughing yes I am. Oh, here's another note:
I don't have any of the books at my disposal so anything that I reference or call upon from the books, for the entirety from beginning to end of this story, is all from memory, I'd say I'm doing a fair job.
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25 will be out.. whenever I get the chance to type it! I have spring break week after next... 2 18 hour bus rides to look forward to there.
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